To sum this book up, it’s rather like a cross between Dostoevsky’s Brothers Karamazov and Jane Austen’s Persuasion. George Eliot is as sweeping and penetrating in her insights on mankind as Dostoevsky, and creates a Bildungsroman of the young English lady in a way only comparable to Austen. Continue reading
Experiment: Undoing rules against the pluralization of present-progressive verbs. Let the gerunds go forth and multiply. Continue reading
“Dese funny folks. Glad I aint none of em”(Faulkner 276). This quote by Luster efficiently sums up my sentiments toward the characters in this novel. A brutally claustrophobic work, I’ve emerged after being trapped in the Compson home with all the insanity and darkness of a tradition of deep bitterness. Continue reading
see this Child out where
once You sang remembered
songs about that ten-days Call
Me i’ll sing too.
we think ourselves Heroic walkers in sound.
i see Your angled lip
it bears evidence of Wiles.
watch us Move and exist
exist and – Faster
old Now and tired then
gone. the child is still there For
not Fear so much as a warm boredom towards our faces.
the elevators they have These
buttons with no Words on them.
i pRefer not to push.
i went To my compass
and inside i made A
bright Young z axis over north west x y
call me new cardinal Scholar
of strange planes In time
i go to find a new Heat for the needle.
Among the striking sentences in Shelley’s A Defence of Poetry is the following:” A Poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds: his auditors are as men entranced by the melody of an unseen musician, who feel that they are moved and softened, yet know not whence or why”(861). Several things are working in this sentence that also function in To a Sky-Lark. Continue reading