I may be so bold as to say W.B. Yeats is my favorite poet. Such loftiness! Such loveliness! Such unrequited love! "No Second Troy" was written for Maud Gonne, a woman who spurned Yeats in his prime and whom the poet never got over. Seriously. When, Maude's daughter, Iseult, was of age, Yeats proposed to her too! Iseult took after her mother's taste in men, though, and also refused the Poet Laureate of Britain.
I like to imagine a teenage Yeats, built like a wet noodle, chasing chickens over the Irish countryside. He'll pause to blow his nose and soliloquize. Something about a romantically inept genius is hilarious to me.
"So, do you blog?"
Ah, the deathless question! Before today, my answer would have been, "No". However, I've since self-actualized. Behold my trajectory of pretentious scoffing, grudging acceptance, and finally, actual use and enjoyment. This attitude has accompanied my adoption of all social media platforms to the point of silliness. But, my hang-up remains: What do I possibly have to say within an interim of days that would interest others? Without resolution, I bring you my new blog: The Inefficient Machine!
This clever title I've ripped right from the pages of Virginia Woolf: "It was a miserable machine, an inefficient machine, she thought, the human apparatus for painting or for feeling; it always broke down at the critical moment; heroically, one must force it on."
Awesome quote, right? Go forth, children, and read everything Woolf ever wrote.
Anyway, I'm reticent to pigeon-hole this blog as I'm not even sure if it will be confined to the topic of literature. Literature will of course dominate the subject matter-- maybe some criticism, reviews, favorite quotes, reading recommendations (or call for recommendations). But, I also want to free it up to discuss my fancy. Music, philosophy, and history are areas of intense interest to me, so I imagine some posts will dive right into those deep ends.
Also, this may be a little premature to mention now as I'm literally writing to 0 followers, but I'd like this to be a communal space as well. Questions, comments, knock-knock jokes will all be treated like jewels.
To end on a sober note, herein is a promise to post regularly-- at least once a week. To begin, I will notify my vast vast fan base via Twitter and Facebook, until I find more efficient means. Join me in this noble quest?
"It was a miserable machine, an inefficient machine, she thought, the human apparatus for painting or for feeling; it always broke down at the critical moment; heroically, one must force it on."