Continuing to wade through the lunch backlog, here you see a closeup of a very similar lunch to the one We ate in the science library. It is not the same exact lunch in material existence, We assure you, because We at this one in Our office, but it's the same lunch concept. Although, come to thnk of it, there was an apple in that lunch and the pudding was a snack for later. Either way: TMT on Shame Bread with spinach, carrot bits, and chocolate pudding. And coffee, because We had not yet had Our catastrophic moment.
More gratuitous pudding shots! (Ew, We have just grossed Ourself out.) But We think this one is cool, because if you look closely, you can see a blurry, upside-down image of the King in the bowl of the spoon! Yes, We Snuck into this picture! Hooray! We are so clever.
Back to studying. We are making a quick "cheat sheet" of poetics. Anyone care to know anything about Coleridge's Biographia Literaria (a complete mess of a text) or how it prefigures Frost's and eventually people like Olson and Ginsberg's poetics and finally all the way through to LANGUAGE poets by suggesting that the poem, rather than the poet, provides direction for the work, thus establishing (or at least reifying) a tradition where the poet is not the guide/sage/ultimate knower, but rather just a conduit for the forces of language to act upon/through? No? No one's interested? Okay then, We will save it for Our committee.
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