Nobody - not even my college major advisor, Dr. Blake, himself a yuuuuuge fan - writes about Irish literature like Sheila does. When she writes about Irish lit, I envision her with a big treasure chest full of scraps of paper, each with a quote or a poem or a passage scribbled on it, each well-worn from having been picked up and read and gone over, over and over again, as she's memorized them all but keeps reading them anyway just for the sheer joy of having them around. Sort of like Pokemon cards for an obsessive Irish book geek.
Today, a fantastic post observing the birthday of William Butler Yeats.
Just read it.
//I envision her with a big treasure chest full of scraps of paper//
Uhm - have you installed a camera in my apartment or something???
Posted by: red at June 13, 2006 10:36 AMPoetry lovers might want to check this post from Alan Sullivan's blog. It includes two imaginitive takeoffs on Yeats' Leda and the Swan
Posted by: Terry at June 13, 2006 11:56 AMhttp://www.seablogger.com/?p=3170
"I envision her with a big treasure chest full of scraps of paper, each with a quote or a poem or a passage scribbled on it, each well-worn from having been picked up and read and gone over, over and over again, as she's memorized them all but keeps reading them anyway just for the sheer joy of having them around. Sort of like Pokemon cards for an obsessive Irish book geek."
Or sort of like a disturbed homeless person.
Posted by: angryclown at June 13, 2006 02:36 PM