Mar. 23rd, 2009

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Last night's dream took the Hub 2 convention and added Faeries. The scary varied kind, in the dream called sidhe but I'm not sure I can spell that even close to right. Matt Rippy was a Bard Read more... )

I think the main problem is if I wrote a film/novel based on this bunny and included everything I've mentioned so far it wouldn't matter if I changed the names to protect the pretty, it would be really pretty recogniseable anyway.

But it plays with all my favourite themes, and has pretty costumes, and magic, and lots of levels of performance, and pretty men, and pretty women wearing corsets, and more magic with scary stuff happening, and, well, everything!

... I guess it's possible to get permissions. Wonder how to ask all those hundreds people... *sigh*
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I really should be doing studying
but my Feeling Of Impending Doom is winning.

On the plus side, laundry is happening.
... laundry is preferable to poetry?
Oh dear...
beccaelizabeth: my Watcher tattoo in blue, plus Be in red Buffy style font (Default)
1. ‘Petrarchan love is a game in which three powerful discourses meet and join hands: love, religion and politics’
(Ann Jones & Peter Stallybrass ‘The Politics of Astrophil and Stella’, SEL 24 (1984), p. 65)
Examine evidence of these three discourses and of any conflict and contradictions between these in the two sonnets you have chosen.
Show Petrarchan, Ovidean, neo-platonic, stoic, Protestant etc significant influences

23 XXIII
The curious wits, seeing dull pensiuenesse
Bewray it self in my long-settl'd eies
Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise,
With idle paines and missing ayme do guesse.
Some, that know how my spring I did addresse,
Deem that my Muse some fruit of knowledge plies;
Others, because the prince my seruice tries,
Thinke that I think State errours to redress:
But harder iudges iudge ambitions rage:
Scourge of itselfe, still climbing slipperie place:
Holds my young brain captiu'd in golden cage.
O fooles, or ouer-wise. alas, the race
Of all my thoughts hath neither stop nor start
But only Stellaes eyes and Stellaes heart.


72 LXXII
Desire, though thou my old companion art,
And oft so clings to my pure loue that I
One from the other scarcely can discrie,
While each doth blowe the fier of my hart;
Now from thy fellowship I needs must part;
Venus is taught with Dians wings to flie;
I must no more in thy sweet passions lie;
Vertues gold must now head my Cupids dart.
Seruice and honour, wonder with delight,
Feare to offend, will worthie to appeare,
Care shining in mine eyes, faith in my sprite;
These things are left me by my onely Deare:
But thou, Desire, because thou wouldst haue all,
Now banisht art; but yet, alas, how shall?



90 minute timed essay.
Bring a clean, unannotated, print out to the exam.


... right. Not so hard, right? Right...

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