Beast of Burden
The solution to this is to do the assigned reading - but for all that there's precious little time

This is because you've read Harold bloody Bloom, isn't it?

He's a menace. I read about 10 pages of The Western Canon before deciding I needed to read the entire canon in chronological order and now I'm trapped.


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i was guna say youll end up like craner who hasnt read anything in 6 months cos he decided to read the entire canon. the most joyless delibinising exercise imaginable. suck all the plleasure out of reading in one fell swoop


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lol it's true, i have these occasional bouts of existential angst which involve realising i can't possibly read all the things one 'should' have read

then i have this euphoric revelation that i don't have to read ANYTHING if i don't feel like it

but slowly the feeling that i really should have read X and Y creeps in and

rinse and repeat


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Ezra Pound — 'Properly, we should read for power. Man reading should be man intensely alive. The book should be a ball of light in one's hand.'

not attainble every day of the week but it's the ideal. you want it to be energising, exciting, electrfying etc. or might as well have a wank instead.


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we should form a support group

Bloomaholics Anonymous

grown men weeping as they recount their failure to read and/or enjoy 'the fairie queen'


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i[ve been reading the cantos and olson. craners been reading zukofsky. he put this on

Louis Zukofsky, 55 Poems, 1935


Stubbing the cloud-fields - the searchlight, high
In the roseate twilight of rain-sky, green! green spring
In the heavens mild in the spring; or down suddenly
Earthwards, plunge deep suddenly earthwards,
Like escape, stampede of cattle horns, ghastly, ghastly
Their giant heads invisible for joy, grief, cavalcade, plunge earthwards,
And into our hearts, O sacrifice,
But we emerge! (emerge upon a level roof that fronts the sky,
The skylight of your room to rear,)
So we can breathe, the rain air and the spring
Ours, till again it moves along the sky
Down or up, machine-rayed, powerful!

in 2006 craner still had a bit of get up and go look


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Here's mine:

A Red, Red Rose

Picture the scene:
The other fuckin' week there, down the fuckin' Volley with Tommy,
playing pool. I'm playing like Paul-Fuckin'-Newman by the way.

Givin' the boy here the tannin' of a lifetime.

So it comes to the, down to the last shot, the deciding ball of the whole tournament.
I'm on the black and he's sittin' in the corner looking all fuckin' biscuit-arsed.
When this hard cunt comes in.
Obviously fuckin' fancies himself, like.
Starts staring at me.
Lookin' at me, right fuckin' at me, as if to say, "Come ahead, square go."

You ken me, I'm not the type of cunt that goes looking for fuckin' bother, like,
but at the end of the day I'm the cunt with a pool cue
and he can get the fat end in his puss any time he fucking wanted like.

So I squares up, casual like.
What does the hard cunt do?
Or the so-called hard cunt?

Shites it.

Puts down his drink, turns, and gets the fuck out of there.

And after that, well, the game was mine.

padraig (u.s.)

a monkey that will go ape
on a serious note I do like "Scots Wha Hae"

read a monograph on the Scottish Wars of Independence a few years ago, pretty incredible story, all the more shame that Braveheart was such shite


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I'm 33 tomorrow

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.


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corpsey corpsey burning bright

in the forums of the night

a writer much better than I

could claim your poetic mimicry

william & Kate


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reading luka's old blog at work

luka you talk about rimbaud a lot - do you speak/read french?

i own a rimbaud book and a baudelaire book but i never read them because i figure if you can't speak french then what's the point

am i off my head?