Addendum: I hereby clarify (nod to Gary) that I am not particularly serious in this post--in fact, that I am silly with a dash of seriousness. I would be a great fool (and perhaps I am, but for other reasons!) if I did not realize how much of the world (literary and otherwise) runs and what it values. And I would be an unhappy person if I could not deal with such things! Good cheer to you, whether you read Yeats or McKuen or nothing at all in the way of poetry.
Quiz: There is a follow-up to the your-adjective-here New York Times Bestseller, I Could Pee on This. It is unusual to have poetry sell so well, so very well. Which is the correct response to this curious situation?
- a. Little Old Proverb Woman's This too shall pass.
- b. Gandalf in angelic defender mode: You shall not pass!
- c. Keats, writing on water, saying, "A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: / Its loveliness increases; it will never / Pass into nothingness; but still will keep / A bower quiet for us, and a sleep / Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing."
- d. Doggone.
- e. "Life is thickly sown with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to pass quickly through them" (Voltaire.)
- f. "What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music." --Soren Kierkegaard
- g. Emerson's "A man is a god in ruins."
- h. Henry Ward Beecher's "The dog is the god of frolic."
- i. Compare and contrast Yeats and the dog as poets if you want to pass freshman English!
- j. Some mysterious combination of letters, as, f., i., and g. This spells fig, a fact that is not very interesting in light of the book. However, I like figs.
- k. Some not-mysterious combination of letters.
- l. "I could pee on this." Twice.
- m. none of the above, not ever, no time!
- n. Face it, poetry has gone to the dogs.. :) Whee--
- o. all of the above
- p. "A dog eats no beets." --from Diogenes, who learned a lot on his famous quest to find an honest man, lighting his lantern in the day and sleeping like a happy Greek pickle in a big Athenian pottery jar at night. (Later on he was captured by pirates.)