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zombie apocalypses are already happening… and have been for quite awhile apparently
I, unfortunately, am also included in the “zombies” because I completely blanked out and just remembered I have a blog post due today. Well technically yesterday. Whoops. Northanger Abbey is interesting, and I got into it right at the beginning … Continue reading → Continue reading →
Love is all good… right? A note on Northanger Abbey
First of all, I am a huge Jane Austen fan. Even though today in lecture I found out she was not the NICEST person….. I don’t care. Her writing, (as quotes by somebody I do not recall in the lecture … Continue reading → Continue reading →
Maybe Jane Austen doesn’t need to die in a dark, dank hole.
So here is my first literary blogpost of the year and I think this is a good book/reading to start with. this is not my first time around the Austen rodeo. In the past I have read Sense and Sensibility, … Continue reading → Continue reading →
Prepare for trouble, make it double.
The poem The Tables Turned (p. 101) seemed to really catch my eye while reading Lyrical Ballads. I would like to share a couple ideas that I had about it So… here goes nothin’. The Tables Turned begins with the stanza: ‘Up! Up! My friend, and clear your looks, Why all this toil […]Continue reading →
Water, Water everywhere!
Thorough the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God’s name”
Still hid in mist, and on the left
Went down into the sea.
But no sweet bird did follow,
Nor any day for food or play
Came to the mariner’s hollo!”
And it would work ‘em woe:
For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch! Said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow!
The glorious Sun purist:
Then all averred, I had killed the bird
That brought the fog and mist.
‘Twas right, said they, such birds to slay,
That bring the fog and mist.”
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.”
Had I from old and young!
Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung.”
They fled to bliss or woe!
And every soul, it passed me by,
Like the whizz of my cross-bow!”
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.”
Water, Water everywhere!
Thorough the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God’s name”
Still hid in mist, and on the left
Went down into the sea.
But no sweet bird did follow,
Nor any day for food or play
Came to the mariner’s hollo!”
And it would work ‘em woe:
For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch! Said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow!
The glorious Sun purist:
Then all averred, I had killed the bird
That brought the fog and mist.
‘Twas right, said they, such birds to slay,
That bring the fog and mist.”
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.”
Had I from old and young!
Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung.”
They fled to bliss or woe!
And every soul, it passed me by,
Like the whizz of my cross-bow!”
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.”
A Note on Romanticism
I think English Romanticism has to be my favourite period of English Literature. Though Wordsworth and Coleridge have written wonderful works of literature I have to admit, they aren’t my favourites. It would have to be Thomas Grey, John Keats, and Percy Bysshe Shelley. I know I should be writing my blog post about Lyrical […] Continue reading →
Northanger Abbey
Reading this is like an 1800′s version of Twiliht. Just no vampires or werewolves. Just a bunch of rich white boys and all these apparently “stupid” ladies which seem to be actually the only smart beings in the book besides … Continue reading →Continue reading →
Antigone
It is not always entirely clear who (if anyone) or what is the tragic hero(ine) in Sophocles’s Antigone, or what exactly is the nature of their tragedy. One might have thought that the tragic figure was the eponymous Antigone herself, … Continue reading Continue reading
Wordsworth: Media and the State of Savage Torpor
Media and the State of Savage Torpor During Miranda Burgess’s lecture on Wordsworth she explained savage torpor, or zombies, and I could not help but wander off in to thought about the film Warm Bodies. It is by far … Continue reading →Continue reading →