Thursday, January 12, 2006

Whoops

Oh fuck I can't do it...I got to 1700 words of my essay and managed to be all nice and now it's just all gone out the window and I just compared John Donne's logic and reasoning to that of a backwards five year old. CRAP! Now I have to change it all and play nice.

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Laughable is not an acceptable adjective.
Laughable is not an acceptable adjective.
Laughable is not an acceptable adjective.
Laughable is not an acceptable adjective.
Laughable is not an acceptable adjective.
Laughable is not an acceptable adjective.
Laughable is not an acceptable adjective.
Laughable is not an acceptable adjective.
Laughable is not an acceptable adjective.
Laughable is not an acceptable adjective.
Laughable is not an acceptable adjective.
Laughable is not an acceptable adjective.
Laughable is not an acceptable adjective.
Laughable is not an acceptable adjective.
Laughable is not an acceptable adjective.
Laughable is not an acceptable adjective.
Laughable is not an acceptable adjective.
Laughable is not an acceptable adjective.
Laughable is not an acceptable adjective.
Laughable is not an acceptable adjective.

Summary of 'The Flea' by John Donne

The man is comparing the sexual union between him and his wife to being bitten by a flea. And she killed the flea. No there really was a flea, she killed it. So then the genius says that because she killed the flea, she has done a bad thing. And a good way to make up for that bad thing, would be a good thing. So she should sleep with him, because that would be a good thing, and she would make up for it, and then everything in the world would be okay again.

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AND YOU EXPECT ME TO TAKE THIS GODDAMN 'RESPECTED POET' SERIOUSLY??

Fuck that.

John Donne has all the intellect of a backwards five year old. A particularly slow one. 'Ooooo you killed the flea! Bad girl! Go to bed with me?' And he does nothing but talk about fleas, in a poem that is supposed to be one that is going to woo his wife back into bed with him. Oh good one man, very romantic. I don't understand why you're not beating her off you with a stick.

I hate poetry.

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