Literary Pilgrimage to Andalusia Farm
Spring is a time for pilgrimages. Along with the insects, shoots, and flowers, we’re waking up. We can leave our solitary heated rooms and travel together to the homes of beloved authors.
Spring is a time for pilgrimages. Along with the insects, shoots, and flowers, we’re waking up. We can leave our solitary heated rooms and travel together to the homes of beloved authors.
This post was how we celebrated National Cat Day last year, but looking back, I couldn’t think of a better way. First let’s celebrate with theorists and cats! And second let’s celebrate with these lines from Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock:” The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The … More Happy National Cat Day!
Be honest. You just read that in Giles’s smooth accent. But let’s transition to another accent for today. One a little less smooth, one that inexplicably transitioned to a rebellious Cockney. Yes, dear readers, let’s think of William the Bloody, but not just in any way, but as William, the Bloody Awful Poet. We know … More Last Time on Buffy the Vampire Slayer…
Have no idea what’s wrong with T.S. Eliot but you’re sure its something? Cringe whenever you hear the name Ezra Pound? Just think generally that poetry isn’t for you? Well you’re in the right place. First maybe don’t start with the high modernists (Eliot, Pound, and such). Their poetry is wonderful, but it can be frustrating on … More Think Poetry’s Not for You?
Spring is a time for pilgrimages. Along with the insects, shoots, and flowers, we’re waking up. We can leave our solitary heated rooms and travel together to the homes of beloved authors. It is a time, to breathe the same sweet air of past generations, like Gerard Manley Hopkins did: Yet ah! this air I … More Literary Pilgrimage to Andalusia Farm
No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone…You cannot value him alone; you must set him…among the dead. – T S Eliot, Tradition and the Individual Talent
First let’s celebrate with theorists and cats! And second let’s celebrate with these lines from Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock:” The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the … More Happy National Cat Day!