King Lear and the Very Bad Hair Day

OR King Leir and the Very Bad Heir Day The thing about King Lear for me is its bigness. Lear has big hair. Eighties big, teased out—And a crown of weeds, even! I feel little next to Lear. My hair cannot compete. It cannot. A.C. Bradley, probably the most influential 20th century critic of Shakespearian tragedy, agrees. He has written that to understand King Lear is to understand that we must “renounce the world, hate it, and lose it gladly. The only real thing in it is the soul, with its courage, patience, devotion. And nothing outward can touch that.”…

New whip

+++ All things shall live in us and we shall live In all things that surround us. -WORDSWORTH, “The Ruined Cottage.” +++ Writing: Exteriority. -BLANCHOT +++ You thought you would forget about me…Fuck you think I am? I am. I am. I know that you like it, Daddy. I know that you hate it when you see me rolling up in my new whip… Tell me baby, who’s the boss of this?

In which to move his wings.

+++ From Wordsworth’s Preface to the Lyrical Ballads. +++ “The Man of science seeks truth as a remote and unknown benefactor; he cherishes and loves it in his solitude: the Poet, singing a song in which all human beings join with him, rejoices in the presence of truth as our visible friend and hourly companion. Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science. Emphatically may it be said of the Poet, as Shakespeare hath said of man, ‘that he looks before and after.’ He is…

Self-fulfilling Vocabulary

Rhodomontade, noun and adj. a. A vainglorious brag or boast; an extravagantly boastful, arrogant, or bombastic speech or piece of writing; †an arrogant act (obs.). THANKS JANE Amphiboly, noun.  1. Ambiguous discourse; a sentence which may be construed in two distinct senses; a quibble. (See amphibology n., which is the earlier and more popular word.)2. A figure of speech: Ambiguity arising from the uncertain construction of a sentence or clause, of which the individual words are unequivocal: thus distinguished by logicians from equivocation, though in popular use the two are confused. “though in popular use the two are confused” THANKS WILLIAM 

Spirit reader

+++ From “Note to The Thorn” (1800) WILLIAM WORDSWORTH +++ “It was necessary that the Poem, to be natural, should in reality move slowly; yet I hoped, that, by the aid of the meter, to those who should at all enter the spirit of the Poem, it would appear to move quickly.” +++ “For the reader cannot be too often reminded that Poetry is passion: it is the history or science of feelings: now every man must know that an attempt to rarely made to communicate impassioned feelings without something of an accompanying consciousness of the inadequateness of our own powers, or the deficiencies…

Experimental since 1798

Advertisement to Lyrical Ballads (1798) WILLIAM WORDSWORTH It is the honourable characteristic of Poetry that its materials are to be found in every subject which can interest the human mind. The evidence of this fact is to be sought, not in the writings of Critics, but in those of Poets themselves. The majority of the following poems are to be considered as experiments. They were written chiefly with a view to ascertain how far the language of conversation in the middle and lower classes of society is adapted to the purposes of poetic pleasure. Readers accustomed to the gaudiness and…

What then I was… A feeling and a love

LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798 BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Five years have past; five summers, with the length Of five long winters! and again I hear These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs With a soft inland murmur.—Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky. The day is come when I again repose Here, under this dark sycamore, and view These plots of…

Owlz

THERE WAS A BOY BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander! many a time, At evening, when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills, Rising or setting, would he stand alone, Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake; And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls That they might answer him.—And they would shout Across the watery vale, and shout again, Responsive to his…

The Invisible World

+++ +++ I was lost; Halted without an effort to break through; But to my conscious soul I now can say— ‘I recognize thy glory’: in such strength Of usurpation, when the light of sense Goes out, but with a flash that has revealed The invisible world, doth greatness make abode, There harbours; whether we be young or old, Our destiny, our being’s heart and home, Is with infinitude, and only there; With hope it is, hope that can never die, Effort, and expectation, and desire, And something evermore about to be. -William Wordsworth, The Prelude  +++ A wood engraving…