How could a man, barnacled as rock
at low tide, rank as seaweed,
have a story worth listening to
by a prince enamored of the moon?
John Keats’ “Ode to a Nightingale” — a lecture by Oxford Professor Belinda Jack
…art that honors the art and artist as well as its content, and apprehends it as more than its socio-political reality. Art is hard to do and not everybody can do it. It is not merely a pretext for theory.
The thunder mutters louder & more loud
With quicker motion hay folks ply the rake
Oh, sleep forever in the Latmian cave,
Mortal Endymion, darling of the Moon!
Wallace Stevens taught us there are 13 ways to see a blackbird. Actually, there are more than 13 ways. Just the other day my wife mentioned that blackbirds mourn their dead.
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