Keats’ life

https://www.biography.com/writer/john-keats

 

“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.

Recovering Poet

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. ”

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More from Keats’ letter

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“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”

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Diligent indolence

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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

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Mysteries

epimedium-dominoWhy 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!

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Was it for this   that God endured the Fall?

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

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How  shall we  sanctify our little hour?

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.

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Chagrin

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https://www.etymonline.com/word/chagrin

 

chagrin (n.)

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.

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Lessons

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cat gazing at flying objects

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?
Ask God
QED

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.
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Wie mein Herz spricht

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Heute werden wir rationale Zahlen studieren
und irrational
Zumindest hoffe ich darauf
Sie sind vielleicht ein bisschen schlauer
Haben Sie gedacht, wir wären sehr dumm
Überhaupt nicht, ich kann nur aus meiner Erfahrung
Angenommen, es ist etwas
Du hast es noch nie gewusst
woher soll ich das wissen?
Meinen Sie damit Ihre Abwehrmechanismen
das Holz blockieren?
Ja, das meine ich sehr gut
Wir sehen nicht einmal das Unendliche
Ich weiß es nicht
Würde ich wissen, wie würde ich wissen, wie würden Sie wissen?

Ich werde nächste Woche Dokumente geben
das ist das Ende der Konferenz dieser Woche
Bitte unterschreiben Sie das Formular
durch die Tür sagt, dass Sie nichts sagen werden
 an alle, die ich in diesem Vortrag gesagt habe

Wenn Sie nicht unterschreiben möchten,
Bitte schreibe ohne Namen und setze ein Kreuz
Es ist nicht schlecht für jemanden mit
mein IQ von 65. Immerhin ein Mathematiker
Berühmtes Französisch mit 55, also muss ich sein

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Voulez-vous dire que vos mécanismes de défense ?

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Aujourd'hui, nous allons étudier des nombres rationnels 
et irrationnels
Du moins, c’est ce que j’espère dans cette 
c’est que vous soyez peut-être un peu plus intelligent
Avez-vous pensé que nous serions très stupides
Pas du tout, je ne peux que de mon expérience 
en supposant que c'est quelque 
que vous n'avez jamais connu auparavant
comment pourrais-je savoir?
Voulez-vous dire que vos mécanismes de défense 
bloquent le bois?
oui c'est ce que je veux dire très bien
Nous ne voyons pas même l'infini
Je ne sais pas
Saurais-je comment saurais-je comment sauriez-vous

Je donnerai des documents la semaine prochaine 
qui marque la fin de la conférence de cette semaine
Veuillez signer le formulaire 
par la porte en disant que vous ne direz rien
 à personne que j'ai dit dans cette conférence

Si vous ne souhaitez pas signer, 
veuillez écrire sans nom et mettre une croix
C'est pas mal pour quelqu'un avec 
un QI de 65. après tout un mathématicien 
français célèbre a 55 alors je dois être brillant

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