Goodbye

It's been fun, but this is the last week of class. I'm really looking forward to having somewhat less of a horrible workload for the rest of the semester. Here are my favorite things from this class:



1: Goblin Market

2: The Ancient Mariner

3: Frankenstein

4: Mrs. Dalloway

5: Blake's Poems

Penultimate Blog

This week we read Mrs. Dalloway and T.S. Eliot. Stream of consciousness is pretty fun when not taken too far; I dunno about Joyce. I learned to like "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" and especially "The Waste Land" way more than I had before. It's easier when you realize that the Waste Land is about the collage of the parts rather trying to see it as a cohesive whole, and when you focus on the impression the poem is making instead of trying to follow the narrative too perfectly.

I hate how Eliot was an American who became so British that he is now included in British Literature classes. Pound tried to do the same thing, but didn't quite make it out of the American canon. Not that I'm some kind of patriot or anything, but the concept of switching countries just so you can be more pretentious is disgusting to me. Have you imaginary readers heard Pound read his poems in that rolling, incomprehensible, fake Irish brogue? Ridiculous. Those wannbe British poets are a pathetic bunch of pre-Madonna's.

Abby, did you see that joke? Gold!