I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.

- Billy Collins

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Thursday, September 23, 2010

Test!

Because I'm not entirely impervious to pity (unlike Lady Macbeth, who as it turns out might have been suffering from too "flaccid a clytoris" - if you missed today's Shakespeare class, shame on you) - For tomorrow's test:

1. Selected Essays by TSE here.

2. Cambridge Companion to Eliot here.

(Watch this space for updates)

- 10.20 Sharp. Wear your grimmest smiles.

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