the uneducated me.

i discovered (actually, i discovered the discovery long x 1000 time ago, so "discovered" is salah) so anyway, i acknowledge that i am inadequately equipped to intelligently (as opposed to "dissing") appraise and appreciate a range of poetry that is beyond what i deem a modern period.

so since i have been effectively crippled (again) for the next few days, i think its high time i brush up on my donnes, shakes, chaucers, (boring, boring) miltons (fun!) frosties, as well as the pounds, eliots, audens, whitmans, i.e. most of the relevant seriouslyx10 dead white men, all of whom (with the exception of shakey, frosty, and milton), i have only made half hearted attempts at reading so that at least when an intelligent poetically inclined person swings by, i can discuss something other than :

"wow loah, her g-string can see le!"

seriously, i have restricted/slanted my reading list so much towards a select bunch of modern poets and (not so seriously) d.w.ms that i have become myopic, and have almost started regarding poetry outside of that list as irrelevant and/or obsolete or rubbish. which, of course, is so wrong.

so if there are any chiobus (i stress chiobus) with said experience in said subject, and willing to tutor me, kindly email me your application form (must attach photo). kay?

on bloom.

so i wasted the entire weekend reading essays. yes. the entire weekend. O_O am so fucking intellectual can.

anyhow, my fav ones are still those of harold bloom's. he's biased, boombastic, sarcastic, brilliant, an irrelevant dinosaur who never fails to excite. i dont always agree, but that, i think, is the point. you must make your own decisions on his opinions, but ah... the way he presents it; like he must be right because should he be wrong, the literary world will be a smaller sadder place to live in.

convincing in an evil sense. excellent.

though i cannot help but agree wholeheartedly, mind and with what little soul i possess, on this one. ;)

listening to: camera obscura - my sister's social agony
reading: thumboo on whose canon, what texts, which methods.


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confession. disclaimer.

i think i should say this.

if you are reading this, and are not a bot/alien/non-human of higher self consiousness, and have arrived at this site not through a random sequence of event, and believe that i am not aware of your presence...

you are so wrong. hahaha.

just thought i say it. yes. boredom strikes.