Feb. 23rd, 2007
(no subject)
Feb. 23rd, 2007 05:39 pmThe lit essay that was annoying me yesterday continues to annoy today.
It just said "all poetry is about love and death".
!
And then it goes on to say "all good poetry", and I'm like, aha, there's your weasel word. Because then the ones that are actually about flowers are just not good. Or, of course, *secretly* about love and death.
I know I've *said* all poems are sex and/or death, but I was in fact *joking*.
This muppet is putting it down as a rule for all students to start their analysis from.
( Read more... )
It just said "all poetry is about love and death".
!
And then it goes on to say "all good poetry", and I'm like, aha, there's your weasel word. Because then the ones that are actually about flowers are just not good. Or, of course, *secretly* about love and death.
I know I've *said* all poems are sex and/or death, but I was in fact *joking*.
This muppet is putting it down as a rule for all students to start their analysis from.
( Read more... )
Better to think about
Feb. 23rd, 2007 05:44 pmShakespeare
[ 64 ]
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age,
When sometime lofty towers I see down razed,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the wat'ry main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay,
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate:
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
[ 64 ]
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
The rich proud cost of outworn buried age,
When sometime lofty towers I see down razed,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the wat'ry main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay,
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate:
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.