It was certainly stretchy! Boy, that teacher loved A Vision, too. And had us read the prophetic poems, oy vey. SADLY we did not read the Milton epic, because that sounds fun.
It's kinda like teaching Spenser opposite Chesterton (Or Houseman opposite Tennyson) in an "English Monarchy in Poetry" course. The faint smell of failing neurons is the point.
Housman and Tennyson sounds kinda GREAT, actually. Or Tennyson and Hardy! At the same school I did the Victorian poems (I was working towards a minor in Viclit but dropped it) and man, you could see people sink into depression after about ten minutes discussing one poem. I love his prosody but the actual meaning is so grim.
more that Blake just decided to be the living avatar of Opposite Day and was smart enough to make it stick.
HAH YES
Also I don't think printer fumes or whatever could make anyone that coherently incoherent....then again fumes might explain some of his terrible terrible names, like Oothoon.
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It's kinda like teaching Spenser opposite Chesterton (Or Houseman opposite Tennyson) in an "English Monarchy in Poetry" course. The faint smell of failing neurons is the point.
Housman and Tennyson sounds kinda GREAT, actually. Or Tennyson and Hardy! At the same school I did the Victorian poems (I was working towards a minor in Viclit but dropped it) and man, you could see people sink into depression after about ten minutes discussing one poem. I love his prosody but the actual meaning is so grim.
more that Blake just decided to be the living avatar of Opposite Day and was smart enough to make it stick.
HAH
YES
Also I don't think printer fumes or whatever could make anyone that coherently incoherent....then again fumes might explain some of his terrible terrible names, like Oothoon.