tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3383938214852108244.post5043613695002057018..comments2024-03-27T16:48:21.039-05:00Comments on Wuthering <br>Expectations: Clamorously falling / Into gabbling incoherence, never resting - good D. H. Lawrence poetryAmateur Reader (Tom)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13675275555757408496noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3383938214852108244.post-69338747696059447172016-09-01T08:44:20.535-05:002016-09-01T08:44:20.535-05:00To the reader allergic to this kind of late Romant...To the reader allergic to this kind of late Romanticism, Lawrence must be the most powerful allergen. Watery eyes, sneezing, rashes. Amateur Reader (Tom)https://www.blogger.com/profile/13675275555757408496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3383938214852108244.post-79895166970591000642016-09-01T08:27:34.519-05:002016-09-01T08:27:34.519-05:00When you went, how was it you carried with you
My ...<i>When you went, how was it you carried with you<br />My missal book of fine, flamboyant hours?<br />My book of turrets and of red-thorn bowers,<br />And skies of gold, and ladies in bright tissue?</i><br /><br />Man, I am just incapable of appreciating poetry like this, whether in English (the kind of stuff Pound wrote before Ford Madox Ford cured him of it by rolling on the floor laughing) or in Russian (all the Fair Lady stuff the symbolists kept mooning about before the Mandelstam/Pasternak crew came along to blow it out of the water). I know the problem is with me, not with the poetry -- good poetry can be written in any style -- but I can't help it, it makes me itch in the same way as what I have called Historical Novelese, with its solemn avoidance of contractions and use of musty words and turns of phrase. I guess I'm just a modernist kinda guy.Languagehathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13285708503881129380noreply@blogger.com