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Tag Archives: W.B. Yeats
Yeats: “an entirely new thing”
“It is an entirely new thing — neither what they eye sees nor the ear hears, but what the rambling mind thinks and imagines from moment to moment. He has certainly surpassed in intensity any novelist of our time.” — … Continue reading
Today in history: The Easter Rising, 1916
The Easter Rising, in Dublin, 1916. (Read the text here. I’m a geek – I have that thing framed, on my wall.) All men who signed the Proclamation of the Irish Republic were executed. I want to post William Butler … Continue reading
The Playboy Riots
Today is also the birthday of Irish playwright John Millington Synge, author of The Playboy of the Western World, Riders to the Sea, and many more – not to mention his wonderful book about his time on the Aran Islands, … Continue reading
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Tagged Ireland, John Millington Synge, Playboy of the Western World, W.B. Yeats
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Commonplace
Now that my ladder’s gone I must lie down where all the ladders start In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart. — WB Yeats, “The Circus Animals’ Desertion”
Yeats on Ulysses
Here are two consecutive quotes from Yeats. Yeats read a chapter or two of Ulysses, which had been serialized in the Little Review from Paris. His first comment was: “A mad book!” But then later, not much later, he said, … Continue reading
Auden on Yeats
In the deserts of the heart Let the healing fountain start. In the prison of his days, Teach the free man how to praise. — Auden, “In Memory of Yeats”
For Beth
…who has recently discovered Yeats. She sent me the following poem, with the editorial comment: “Oh. My. Fucking. God.” I had a huge crush on a co-worker a couple years back, a really wonderful guy. I suppose he had a … Continue reading
Turning
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; … Continue reading