A “welkin” is a small, furry, four-eyed creature that appears in Star Wars Episode XVI. They’re cute, friendly, and basically great in every way.
I’m kidding. The actual definition is:
As for the second question, “And does it dance?,” according to Sir Toby Belch and Sir Andrew, the welkin can totally dance!
In my first blog post, I talk more about the word’s crazy etymology (Go PIE!), and how I decided on the name for this blog. The short story is that I was inspired by a little known playwright, writing at the turn of the 17th century:
“[In Twelfth Night], Act 2, Scene 3, there’s this moment when these two drunk guys are just kinda talking and singing in the middle of the night. One of them says to the other, ‘But shall we make the welkin dance indeed? Shall we rouse the night owl in a catch that will draw three souls out of one weaver? Shall we do that?’ Drunk people sometimes really do say beautiful things. Especially when they’re Shakespeare characters. Drunk ramblings or not, nevertheless, I was struck by the imagery evoked in those lines. I liked the idea that our singing could make the sky dance, that our voices alone could shake the heavens. As someone who has always loved words, who double majored in literature and linguistics, the image is fitting. Language is powerful. Strong enough to rattle our world…The idea that we could make the welkin dance just didn’t seem like an impossible feat to me. It seemed more like a friendly invitation.”
I’ve accepted the invitation.
The invitation to write about a range of topics I find interesting: “…life, books, daydreams, waiting for serendipity, travel misadventures, the plights of curly hair, linguistics in the real world, and all around, simply living up to my high school nickname, ‘Evelyn the Teller of Tales’.”
Dear reader, I’ll be honest; I’m still figuring this blog thing out. I know it will evolve over time, growing along with me. I’m sure I’ll talk about many things, from Borges to the pleasures of God, to the Great Vowel Shift and maybe even what I ate last Sunday. Hopefully, I’ll do so with grace, some wit, and a touch of whimsy.
Thus, I’m on a mission of sorts, following the suggestion of two fictional Shakespearean characters and attempting to make the welkin dance. Would you like to join?