luka

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i'm reading the cantos really slowly and just noticed

Palace in smoky light,
Troy but a heap of smouldering boundary stones,


and

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience
It's good you're reading the cantos. Everyone must. Version will start soon.
 

luka

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It's not the same but when I get really fucked out my head with people round the flat there comes a point where I realise they've all gone and I can't work out how long I've been by myself,as if I were with other people. having conversations or whatever. Feeling as if I was in company
 

Corpsey

call me big papa
I suppose I was reading it "through" what other critics had said about it. Whereas Paradise Lost I didn't have a clue what he was on about a lot of the time but I was balls deep in the poetry itself rather than the footnotes.
 

luka

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You should have done a massive load of acids and read it all in one go, posting your wonderful insights here as they occurred.
 
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