quilty

Nothing to do today except for the things I need to do, which I won't do ever.

Been reading Harold Bloom's "Best Poems of the English Language". I love Bloom, because its just as much fun to disagree with him as to agree. Glad he included A.E. Housman in the book. Regardless of what anyone (cough) thought of The Invention of Love, he wrote some fabulous poems, mostly about how he hates himself and wishes he could die so that other people would think that he was brave. Also, lots of over-romanticized poems about battle, and gallant young men. Laying flowers on their graves, that sort of thing. Barely-veiled homoeroticism. We are comrades in gay shame, he and I.

Here dead lie we because we did not choose
To live and shame the land from which we sprung
Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is, and we were young.

--A.E. Housman