Why should this rub me the wrong way? Huh. Is it schmaltzy? Oh, yes, drippingly. But I would very much prefer that "TRAVEL" were scribbled out and replaced with "TOURISM," which is most likely what these palefaces in paradise are actually doing. Let's be honest with ourselves, hm?
Anyway, I've just synthesized an antidote by mixing Ralph Waldo Emerson with Petey from Cul de Sac.
Emerson had the amazing ability to make every single line he ever wrote be worthy of sticking on a magnet or the epigraph of a book. I could read his stuff and be amazed for hours at a time. Hope you're enjoying Poland.
ReplyDeleteIndeed! I'm going to be moving in a couple of weeks; when I set up at my new destination, I intend to have my copy of Essays sitting beside my computer at my desk. There is no reason I shouldn't be flipping through it more often.
DeleteHey! Happy poetry month!
ReplyDelete"A Song About Myself"
John Keats
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IV
There was a naughty Boy,
And a naughty Boy was he,
He ran away to Scotland
The people for to see--
Then he found
That the ground
Was as hard,
That a yard
Was as long,
That a song
Was as merry,
That a cherry
Was as red--
That lead
Was as weighty
That fourscore
Was as eighty,
That a door
Was as wooden
As in England--
So he stood in his shoes
And he wonder'd,
He wonder'd,
He stood in his
Shoes and he wonder'd.