I’m sorry I can’t pay attention to you today—I am in the midst of writing a poetry essay ONE WHOLE WEEK before it’s due. This is monumental. And, unfortunately, time-consuming. Life-draining. Blood-sucking. You get the idea. It is eating away at my day and leaving no room for this blog or my readers. I’m so sorry to put you on the back burner like this.
It’s very much the way Shakespeare puts his mistress on the back burner in “Sonnet #130,” using a combination of corporeal and ethereal imagery to ground women in ugly reality, while simultaneously elevating men to intellectual, spiritual, and, therefore, powerful heights. Thus we see that, although he makes use of revolutionary diction for the 17th Century, Shakespeare’s forward-thinking poetry ultimately works toward a traditional, typical end: the objectification of women as sexual objects.
Oh, what? That’s not a decent paragraph for a blog post? You could care less about effing Shakespeare and his effing sonnets? Me too. Me neither. I have no idea what I am saying.
So, you see, I’m really in no state to be posting on my blog. So sorry.
My apologies.
Hither, thither, mischance, amok.
I do not like Shakespeare.
Dither, blither, ’tis rotten luck
That I should suffer through him.
And that’s that.
Crapshoot. Just like I toldja yesterday. One Enormous Crapshoot.
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