tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085938.post3260383785332614024..comments2023-10-29T07:54:36.000+00:00Comments on georgiasam: What Do I Believe In? Nothing. I Am a Hollow Soulputhwuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05606399161863289851noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085938.post-69744082855798029232010-11-08T10:38:04.928+00:002010-11-08T10:38:04.928+00:00Re the manifesto, I think that should be plural, ...Re the manifesto, I think that should be plural, and keep em coming!Mark Granierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09899629187771913398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085938.post-32629153401057639812010-11-08T00:22:26.960+00:002010-11-08T00:22:26.960+00:00Re. Larkin v Milosz, the latter wrote an uncharact...Re. Larkin v Milosz, the latter wrote an uncharacteristically awful late poem called<br />AGAINST THE POETRY OF PHILIP LARKIN. It begins<br /><br />'I learned to live with my despair<br />And suddenly Philip Larkin's there...'<br /><br />and it finishes a eight lines later with the reprimand, that the fact that 'death will miss none of us' is not a 'decent theme for an elegy or an ode.' <br /><br />I presume he's referring to the 'in-a-funk-about-death poem', Aubade. I don't think either Milosz (or Heaney in Joy or Night) appear to understand Larkin's late great poem; or that it is, if not uplifting, invigorating. It takes the reader, as Heaney noted, over the lip of the abyss. Or, to put it another way, into the vacuum, the dark, the 'side' that 'will have to go'. But the poem's point is, surely, that someone (a poet, as likely as not), at least occasionally has to do this, and do it without any consolatory backup (faith, 'reciprocity of tears', existential breast-beating, etc.). Heaney has called poetry 'language in orbit'. And that's what Larkin's Aubade is, only without the spacesuit.Mark Granierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09899629187771913398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085938.post-49085050531223232742010-11-07T21:36:48.394+00:002010-11-07T21:36:48.394+00:00I must say, I feel exactly the same. I was experie...I must say, I feel exactly the same. I was experiencing some anxiety not long back which I partly attributed to information-overload from Internet use and a mid-twenties crisis. After much reading, the best example I found to describe what I felt was 'my place' in the world was McLuhan's analogy of Poe's boatman in The Descent into the Maelstrom; 'studying the action of the vortex'. No revelation, just trends in the meme-sphere. We await the manifesto :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17085938.post-22258450262563490522010-11-07T17:37:16.491+00:002010-11-07T17:37:16.491+00:00Have you tried HRH's elderflower cordial, or h...Have you tried HRH's elderflower cordial, or his jams, in the Duchy Originals range? Jolly good they are Puthwuth. The proof of the pudding, eh? When the plummy tones boil down, they do make some good jelly! And this is what I need in my middle age, having spent too much of my youth trying to get my head around theorists such as Adorno.sean lysaghthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04775517970287151958noreply@blogger.com