Well, this will be my first entry. I could begin with a description of myself, but I wont. If you actually take the time to read my blogs you should obtain some idea of my character, without all the messy details of an in-depth description of my every feature and flaw.
I was driven to write this post because I've just realized how perfectly I correspond with my major, English. This evening I was reading/researching a famous Victorian poet by the name of Gerard Manley Hopkins. At first I found his fabricated words and phrases to be annoyingly hard to follow. I literally complained for around two hours about how much I despised this poet. I was, once again, revisiting the poem [Carrion Comfort] and upon reading the third stanza the meaning and motivation behind it finally became clear. I was completely astonished at the profound connotation of this poem. Basically, the English major in me truly shone its colors as I stared blankly in bewilderment at the pages of my Victorian Period book.
Basically, I think this man, whom I considered two hours ago to be a complete imbecile, is one of the most brilliant writers of his time. If you are interested in the Victorian era and it's poetry, I highly recommend the works of Gerard Manley Hopkins*.
*keep in mind, without an open one you wont understand his philosophy.
1 comment:
I'm proud of you. Seriously.
Once I make up my mind that I don't like a piece that I'm reading, there's pretty much no changing me. I guess that's why I stick to journalistic writing. It doesn't require me to write anything profound - just stick to the facts. Pretty cut and dry.
But I really have a lot of respect for you, going into English. It's tough - for me, at least.
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