The maxim,never meet your heroes:-)This should apply more to verbose geniuses than any other kind as all we have of them is their words.Paradoxically there seems to be an inverse relation between genius and self destructive tendenciesYou might add it to that note to self,for that intellectual armor,when the heart tells otherwise:Dbtw,I didn't get the title?
Dare I ask who it is this time? ;))
And when you do, don't expect him to know it and love you back! :)Irony! I tells you :)
Hmm...which poet is being referred to btw ?Sounds nice for a crush...
Arumugam, I agree. I think when we admire someone from a distance for their ideas or for any one facet of their personality, we tend to idealise them quite a bit. And when we learn what they might be like in real life with all their complexities and imperfections, it becomes difficult to reconcile that with the ideal you once had of them. Well, the title is a love song written by Neil Diamond and performed rather lovingly by Elvis Presley. The poem I'd been reading was called Lovesong and this is the song it put me in mind of. :)
Gustaf, certainly! It's Ted Hughes. I was listening to a recording of him reading T. S. Eliot's The Wasteland and there was just something about his voice, it just made me want to seek out his own poetry. I read Lovesong and felt, well, I don't quite know what I felt. Just very drawn to him.I wanted to watch that movie, Sylvia, about Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath but somehow I just couldn't bring myself to watch actors mouthing these lines. It felt like it would corrupt my experience of them somehow. Am I making any sense at all? It's such a visceral thing that I can't really explain it all that well and it sounds irrational when I say it like that.Say something nice, won't you? :)
Sakshi, oh my, yes! :D How can you be so perceptive about these things! :)Megha, he's quite the guy, I tell you. Although more people have read his wife's stuff. And his voice, oh, his voice! It is like warm sweet honey. :)
our little cookie is all growed up! :-D
Tawf, don't be mean! :P
Haha, this is advice I needed but would never have heeded at school :D Oh lookee, I'm turning into quite the poet meself :P
Your words are very true because there is nothing wrong to fall in love with the poet if you know them very well personally. But if it is otherwise that would just be an infactuation.
Anushka! You've been missed around here! :) Happy New Year to you! Elvirah, what an interesting name that is! Welcome to my blog! :)
Just wanted to share here. Don't know if you already know..Gary Oldman nominated for Best Actor for 'Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy' :D
Kunal, can you believe a friend of mine just texted me the same thing! :) I wish they'd nominated the movie for best picture, too. Thanks for sharing this with me, man! :)
Why not fall in love, may i ask?
Jester, because I do that too often and lose all objectivity.
Judging from your comment you have tried and failed Kari! ;)) Honestly he's a much revered poet in England. Domestic indiscretions aside, of course. But I wonder how somebody like you ended up reading Hughes and not Plath. Have you read Philip Larkin's poetry at all? I am betting you're one for trying not to fall in love with him as well. :)) There. That was something nice. Wasn't it? And I honestly did not think I'd be saying this but I'm starting to miss Bombay I think. :))
whats the big deal about objectivity...to feel love...to see everything with rose tinted glasses and to feel 'high' all the time....why would u want to trade that with objectivity??
Gustaf, I'm guessing it's the distance making the heart grow fonder. ;) Philip Larkin? No, not too much. I shall read. :) And frankly, I've read Sylvia Plath's poetry before. Just hadn't gotten around to Ted Hughes up until a week ago. :) Jester, I won't know what the big deal about objectivity is until I actually acquire some and test it out. The problem with being 'high' all the time is that it starts to feel like one's baseline after a while. It's nice to appreciate something for its self and not be obsessed with it. I don't know. It's something I do and it's hard to explain. Are you one for rose-tinted glasses yourself?
I've been a cynic as long as I remember (some say its congenital)...
It is quite the folly to fall for those who say the exact words that make us swoon in delight, I have heard.
Oh dear. Oh, no you didn't.
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