“Keats’ daring and bold style earned him nothing but criticism from two of England’s more revered publications, Blackwood’s Magazine and the Quarterly Review. The attacks were an extension of heavy criticism lobbed at Hunt and his cadre of young poets. The most damning of those pieces had come from Blackwood’s, whose piece, “On the Cockney School of Poetry,” shook Keats and made him nervous to publish “Endymion.”
Keats’ hesitation was warranted. Upon its publication the lengthy poem received a lashing from the more conventional poetry community. One critic called the work, the “imperturbable driveling idiocy of Endymion.” Others found the four-book structure and its general flow hard to follow and confusing.
How much of an effect this criticism had on Keats is uncertain, but it is clear that he did take notice of it. But Shelley’s later accounts of how the criticism destroyed the young poet and led to his declining health, however, have been refuted.
Keats in fact, had already moved beyond “Endymion” even before it was published. By the end of 1817, he was reexamining poetry’s role in society. In lengthy letters to friends, Keats outlined his vision of a kind of poetry that drew its beauty from real world human experience rather than some mythical grandeur. ”
“It has been an old comparison for our urging on – the Beehive; however, it seems to me that we should rather be the flower than the Bee – for it is a false notion that more is gained by receiving than giving – no, the receiver and the giver are equal in their benefits. The flower, I doubt not, receives a fair guerdon from the Bee – its leaves blush deeper in the next spring – and who shall say between man and woman which is the most delighted”
Extract from a Keats’ letter
When Man has arrived at a certain ripeness in intellect any one grand and spiritual passage serves him as a starting-post towards all ‘the two-and-thirty Palaces.’ How happy is such a voyage of concentration, what delicious diligent Indolence! …Nor will this sparing touch of noble Books be any irreverence to their Writers – for perhaps the honors paid by Man to Man are trifles in comparison to the Benefit done by great works to the ‘spirit and pulse of good’ by their mere passive existence. Memory should not be called Knowledge – Many have original minds who do not think it – they are led away by Custom. Now it appears to me that almost any Man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy Citadel – the points of leaves and twigs on thich the spider begins her work are few, and she fills the air with a beautiful ciruitin
Why is Pythagorus’s theorem not mentioned in the Bible?
Was Homer acquainted with grief?
What pen did St Paul use?
Why did the Jews not discover Logic? It was all Greek to them.
Mythos is the Hebrew Way.
Futility is British now.
They used Word 365 to write the stories down, no doubt.
Microsoft wrote the Bible? I can’t believe it! Did Jesus know?
Well, what will Google write?
We await Revelations
Facebook is waiting to show the Apocalypse the door,Now!
Spelled wring again
I’ll wring your neck in a minute.No hands!
At midnight I was tidying my room
Oh,not feeling tired, can’t sleep in tune
But in the morning I feel tired as hell
After sixty sinners burned pell mell!
My room looked even worse than I believed
I fell sideways, then I was relieved
My head cracked on the mirror on the wall
Was it for this that God endured the Fall?
I thought the wardrobe door was my way out
It would not open even with a clout
Where’s my husband with his soothing touch?
I lost him once so I’m not very rich.
Noone here to listen as I sob
Nothing like a kiss on Lyme’s old Cobb
Noone to be happy if I laugh
None to phone the doctor when I cough
I fear to go upstairs in case I dream
I’m giving birth too early with no screens
What meaning has a buttercup in flower?
So many trodden down in meadows green
How shall we sanctify each little hour?
The celandine ‘s no warrior full of power
Underneath my apple tree they bloom
What meaning has the life of any flower?
Their very being brings grace, disgusts the dour
They live so wisely while by sun consumed
Melodious is their soul song for an hour
We saw the princess followed from her tower
Was her life superior in its doom?
What meaning has the life of any , even flowers?
Diana hunted, shot, her image ours
She consumed herself ,was her own food
Her funeral -leaded coffin we endured
If we are intent we hear life’s tunes
Standing on cracked paths, with stiff old brooms
What meaning has a buttercup in flower?
Do not demand meaning, it’s no cure.
1650s, “melancholy,” from French chagrin “melancholy, anxiety, vexation” (14c.), from Old North French chagreiner or Angevin dialect chagraigner “sadden,” which is of unknown origin, perhaps [Gamillscheg] from Old French graignier “grieve over, be angry,” from graigne “sadness, resentment, grief, vexation,” from graim “sorrowful,” which is perhaps from a Germanic source (compare Old High German gram “angry, fierce”).
But OED and other sources trace it to an identical Old French word, borrowed into English phonetically as shagreen, meaning “rough skin or hide” (the connecting notion being “roughness, harshness”), which is itself of uncertain origin. Modern sense of “feeling of irritation from disappointment, mortification or mental pain from the failure of aims or plans” is from 1716.
Cat gazing by Katherine 2012
What is the binomial theorem?
Would you mind speaking English, Miss?
What is an isosceles triangle?
I will not even go there. Are you crazy?
What is Aleph null?
Do you mean who is aleph null? Sounds like an immigrant from Israel
without money.Except we don't get any.
But Israel is not in financial trouble, why would they want come here when we are in a mess?
They want to know how the other 99.9% live
Sounds like God to me.
Sounds like God, looks like God.Is God.
Is that a proof?
What or who is Aleph null ?
The brother of Aleph One!
What is Aleph?
Do not you know, sir? It is Hebrew.
And Epsilon also for you
This is Greek.
This shows that we are all one
But which one?
Aleph, of course,
Do you mean Ralph? Beowolf?
Gamma of it.
Ooh, what a classy accent.
No more personal comments, thanks.
It does not bother me
Well, you do not mind the worry but I do.