Avataralexeblazer “Who’s Laughing Now, Assholes?” A Letter from Henry David Thoreau to Literature Faculties at Cushy Liberal Arts Schools mcsweeneys.net - by Ron Fein Dear Professors — It’s been a minute, right? A few months ago, you were talking smack about my year in a cabin. Now you’re trapped in your condo in …
Avataralexeblazer The 1918 Flu Pandemic Killed Millions. So Why Does Its Cultural Memory Feel So Faint? slate.com - Rebecca Onion According to a new book, the plague’s horrors haunt the literature of writers like T.S. Eliot and Virginia Woolf.
Avataralexeblazer The COVID-19 Song of J. Alfred Prufrock mcsweeneys.net - by Annalise Silivanch Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like droplets lightly strewn upon a table; Let us go, past certain …
Avataralexeblazer The Secret Cruelty of T. S. Eliot The Atlantic - James Parker“The question is not does love exist / But when she leaves, where she goes.” What’s that—something from Four Quartets? Actually it’s “Secrets,” by Van Halen. But how elegantly it expresses the problem....
