After all, the world is not a stage -- not to me:
nor a theatre: nor a show-house of any sort.
And art, especially novels, are not little theatres where the reader
sits aloft and watches... and sighs, commiserates, condones and smiles.
That's what you want a book to be: because it leaves you
so safe and superior, with your two-dollar ticket to the show.
And that's what my books are not and never will be.
Whoever reads me will be in the thick of the scrimmage,
and if he doesn't like it -- if he wants a safe seat in the audience --
let him read someone else.
~ D. H. Lawrence ~

Outside a dog, a book is man's best friend.
Inside a dog, it's too dark to read.
~Groucho Marx~


(comic courtesy of xkcd.com)



Monday, July 14, 2008

Pale Fire, by John Shade

I've just finished Pale Fire, and have a simple (ha!) question.

What do you think of the poem, as poetry? If you just ran across it without commentary or foreword in this or that poetry collection/magazine, would you like it? What would you think?
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