My friend Erin keeps a blog called Feed Your Head? in which she regularly?compiles random information. As I read this month’s update, I couldn’t help but think of?several of those wiley pre-romantic?poets.
Cheers to Thomas Gray’s “Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard” and all those farmers who probably died in the same town as where they were born.
Cheers to Jonathan Swift’s “Description of a City Shower”… because human waste is obviously a rather time consuming fact of life and it effects all the senses, no matter what class you belong to. (I do believe he meant to name this poem “Description of a Shitty Shower.”)
Hello, Samuel Johnson! His motto, in “The Vanity of Human Wishes,” is never aspire to individual power unless you want to end up like this…
|And when reading that last line about the pageboy, who doesn’t think of “Disabled Debauchee” by John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester?To boot, the title of this month’s Feed Your Head post is “The Romantic Green Glow of My Charged Pickle”. And with that, I have nothing more to say.|
Correction: My medieval professor just alerted me to the fact that John VII?lived during the 8th Century. He was pope from 705-707. Therefore, I do not attest to the veracity of the facts from Feed Your Head. I merely offer an opportunity for?my peers?to snicker at the subject matter of?our Senior Seminar Class.