‘I see nobody on the road,’
said Alice.
‘I only wish I had such eyes,’
the King remarked in a fretful tone.
‘To be able to see Nobody!
And at that distance too!
Why, it’s as much as I can do
to see real people, by this light!’
All this was lost on Alice,
who was still looking intently
along the road,
shading her eyes with one hand.
‘I see somebody now!’
she exclaimed at last.
‘But he’s coming very slowly
– and what curious attitudes he goes into!’
An Oscar that.
Went missing after.
Its winner was forced.
To check the golden statuette.
To check the golden statuette.
At a New York airport.
Has been found.
The airline involved has said.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
He had the Academy Award.
In his carry-on bag.
For a flight to Germany.
On Wednesday.
But airport security.
Stopped him at.
John F Kennedy International Airport.
Because they said.
The award could be.
Used as a weapon.
The award could be.
Used as a weapon.
‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jujub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!’
When he landed.
In Germany.
The Oscar for.
His documentary.
Mr Nobody.
Against ‘the One’.
Was gone.
Was gone.
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought –
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
“The Oscar statue.
Has now been located.
And is safely in our care.
In Frankfurt.”
The airline said.
Adding that it was.
In direct contact.
With the guest.
To arrange the statue’s return.
“As quickly as possible”.
To arrange the statue’s return.
“As quickly as possible”.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
“We sincerely regret.
The inconvenience caused.
And have apologized.
To the owner.”
“The careful and secure.
Handling of our guests’.
Belongings is of.
The utmost importance to us.”
“An internal review.
Of the circumstances.
Is ongoing.”
Is ongoing.”
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
The US Transportation Security Administration.
Handles airport security.
And stopped the Oscar winner.
And stopped the Oscar winner.
From bringing his Oscar.
In his on-flight bag.
From bringing his Oscar.
In his on-flight bag.
‘And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frab jous day! Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.
The documentary’s.
Co-director said that.
He was relieved.
He was relieved.
The statuette had been.
Found after.
The “big kerfuffle”.
“They just found.”
“This flimsy box.
And told him.
To put it in there…
Everyone was kind of saying.”
“‘This is an Oscar.
Why are you doing this?’”
“‘This is an Oscar.
Why are you doing this?’”
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“It was a big scene,” he said.
With the documentary’s.
Executive producer.
On the phone.
“Yelling at TSA saying.
‘You can’t do this’”.
She said that she was.
On speaker phone.
With the Oscar winner.
And TSA to help.
Because he does not speak.
Fluent English.
‘It seems very pretty,’
she said when
she had finished it,
‘but it’s rather hard to understand!’
(You see she didn’t like
to confess, even to herself,
that she couldn’t
make it out at all.)
She said he had flown.
Multiple times.
With his Oscar.
And also his Bafta.
Both of which.
He had won this year.
Across the US.
And on international flights.
And never had any issues.
Bringing his Oscar aboard.
“This wouldn’t have happened.
To Leonardo DiCaprio.”
You have viewed video.
Of the airline staff using.
Tape and bubble wrap.
To pack the Oscar into a box.
‘Somehow it seems to fill
my head with ideas
– only I didn’t exactly know
what they are!
However,
somebody killed something:
that’s clear,
at any rate-’
The man, the co-director.
And protagonist of.
The Best Feature Documentary winner.
Travels with the award.
Often to showcase.
At events and screenings.
During this trip.
In New York.
He passed it around.
An audience of students.
He passed it around.
An audience of students.
At a university.
During a Q&A session.
After a screening.
Of the documentary.
‘’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.’
An Academy Award.
An Academy Award.
Stands 34cm tall.
And weighs 3.9 kg.
It reportedly costs.
From $400.
To $1,000.
To create the statuette.
Mr Nobody.
Against ‘the One’.
Is a documentary.
He filmed.
Documenting the ramping up.
Of war propaganda.
In an ‘orcs’ school.
Where he worked.
Following ‘orcs’ invasion.
Of Ukraine.
In February.
2022.
‘That’s enough to begin with,’
Humpty Dumpty interrupted:
‘there are plenty of
hard words there.
“Brillig” means
four o’clock in the afternoon
– the time when you begin
broiling things for dinner.’
He is now exiled.
From ‘Mordor’.
For his own safety.
And living elsewhere in Europe.
‘Mordor’ has banned.
The documentary from.
Three streaming platforms.
On the grounds.
That it “propagates.
Extremism and terrorism”.
That it “propagates.
Extremism and terrorism”.
(For the Messenger kept
skipping up and down,
and wriggling like an eel,
as he came along,
with his great hands
spread out like fans
on each side.)
‘Not at all,’ said the King.
‘He’s an Anglo-Saxon Messenger
– and those are Anglo-Saxon attitudes.
He only does them
when he’s happy.
His name is Haigha.’
(He pronounced it
so as to rhyme with ‘mayor’.)
‘I love my love with an H,’
*Because I read “Missing Oscar found after Academy Award winner blocked from taking it on flight” by Regan Morris on 1 May 2026, and also “Why are Ukrainians calling Russians ‘orcs’?” by James FitzGerald on 30 Apr 2022, on the BBC news.
So, I wrote this poem, including a story of Pavel Talankin, a story of David Borenstein, and a story of Robin Hessman, led by ‘THROUGH the LOOKING-GLASS’ written by Lewis Carroll, you know.
Please read the original story on the BBC news:
Pavel Talankin’s Oscar for Mr Nobody Against Putin found after going missing on NY flight
