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A Very Brady Christmas is cool and learning a Brady
has died really gets you into the holiday spirit. But I just believe today’s BS news
spreads differently (whether it gets under your skin or not, everyone is on Facebook
or Twitter or Jeopardy). Everyone is following Chaucer Doth Tweet @LeVostreGC
or more importantly your friend becoming famous right in front of your biased
eyes.
My studying of poetry evolved over the years. I went
from olde Shakespeare to Kerouac and everything in between. I wish I could get paid
to edit Mexico City Blues. It started in high school, the curriculum was saturated
with Shakespeare and it enriched my life, but that’s just the beginning. Unfortunately,
I'd keep reading the poison after high school and the last Shakespeare book I
read was Twelfth Night, a romantic comedy. It’s dead winter and I’m scum for just thinking about a Midsummer Night’s Dream to the point where I’m going to spew
this for what it’s worth:
Lovers and madmen have such
seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Mohawk College, Indian Summer, Indian Fall, Indian
Winter then reading the Miller’s Tale and portions of the Canterbury Tales and
Tennyson’s Idylls of the Kings and that’s my new adult life in a nutshell. My
favourite Tennyson poem is the Lady of Shalott which is narrative verse. I also
like a lot of Robert Frost’s reflections and traditional verse from Donne to
Keats to Poe. Lately, I’ve been reading more free verse. I’m in the middle of
Jack’s Mexico City Blues. I’m done reading Margaret Atwood’s The Door and also
another Canadian Alison Pick’s The Dream World. I also got back into to Flowers
For Hitler after learning about Leonard Cohen passing away. My favourite Cohen
song is Closing Time. What’s my favourite Christmas radio show from
Slaughterhouse-Tuesday, aka The Death Of Terrestrial Radio, aka Lionheart Leaks?
I’m leaking this out for what it’s worth (despite its inappropriateness).
Why are stores not adapting or why is media not
evolving to modern times? Because they’re closing the doors, closing shop, they don’t have time to fight the Industrial Revolution of this century. The Middle Ages, a
time of political turmoil, unstable economies, and significant social changes,
didn’t see Indians or cold weather in Canada, so what the fuck did Chaucer
actually know?
Busy with his duties, Chaucer had little time to devote
to writing poetry, he'd write poetry in his spare time, and instead, Chaucer spent
most of his time eating and drinking. He would feast on the earliest known
hot dog to man and make time for lasagna, breaded pork chops and Caesar salad in
no particular order. Simply attempt writing Chaucerian stanzas or rhyme royal and bring
back #ThirstyThursday because prohibition hasn’t started again (yet).
Worst 11 Modern Drinks From The Middle Ages
1. Honey Wine
2. Barley Wine
3. Beowulf Vodka
4. Canterbury Whiskey
5. The Geoffrey Chaucer Special
6. Mild Ale
7. Amber Alert Ale
8. Exotic Lime Ale
9. Toxic Blonde Ale
10. India Pale Ale
11. Thee Olde Dark Ale
Oh, “The Father of English literature” spent a lot
of time writing, but doubtful it had anything to do with blogging daily writing
tips. Literature is mostly the same today. Except in modern times, writers are
more skilled at writing better beer names. My #AuthorLife is more balanced and
I write poetry, prose, and blogs. December is going to be heavy then finish it all off with devilled eggs and Dinosaur cookies. A
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