Yeah, Arnold was about as existential as a Victorian could be, but he was certainly aware (if only in absence) of what McKenna called “the widely felt intuition of the presence of the Other as a female companion to the human navigation of history”. What was available to the Romantics had disappeared again, within a couple of generations. Perhaps Marguerite, and the girl on the beach, are the same as the girl in the grave?
(And here’s the poem my Mom sent, along with helpful marginal notes, like “this is the anti-war part I like”, “poet seems to have trouble with feminists”, and “a late marriage wtih perfection.” My Mother (if no one else) still has hope for me.)
I still have hope for you. I hope we get a better look at the Clark's Nutcracker next time. Laura Riding has no truck with sexist women either. Ottava rima, I presume?
But words are things, and a small drop of ink
Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think;
'Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses
Instead of speech, may form a lasting link
Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces
Frail man, when paper -- even a rag like this,
Survives himself, his tomb, and all that's his!
from Byron's Don Juan, circa1819
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(And here’s the poem my Mom sent, along with helpful marginal notes, like “this is the anti-war part I like”, “poet seems to have trouble with feminists”, and “a late marriage wtih perfection.” My Mother (if no one else) still has hope for me.)
- alex 2-28-2003 6:32 am
I still have hope for you. I hope we get a better look at the Clark's Nutcracker next time. Laura Riding has no truck with sexist women either. Ottava rima, I presume?
But words are things, and a small drop of ink
Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think;
'Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses
Instead of speech, may form a lasting link
Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces
Frail man, when paper -- even a rag like this,
Survives himself, his tomb, and all that's his!
from Byron's Don Juan, circa1819
- frank 2-28-2003 8:03 am [add a comment]