Apologies for my dormancy, I know there are hundreds if not thousands of people hanging on my every word, and the cries of “More genius! We want more!” are deafening, but at the moment I am doing my very best not to drown in a devastating deluge of coursework. 4000 words on the link between place and feeling within Romanticism and 4000 words on Futurist Art and Modernist literature don’t come quick or easy, and it certainly doesn’t help having not really read the books.
For my Romanticism essay, “Frankenstein” and “Elegiac Sonnets” (by Charlotte Smith) are forming the bulk. For the Modernism, Joyce’s “Ulysses” and Eliot’s “The Wasteland”, coupled with a painting entitled “Nord-Sud” by Gino Severini, are the pillars of my monumental waffle. Time will soon tell if what I’ve written is any good, but being able to write about such a selection of titanic literature is actually enjoyable, and the genius of 19 year old Mary Shelley is something I find myself returning to again and again.
So now I find myself back in Liverpool where I can (attempt to) get my head down, and hopefully in the next week or so I can properly start up again with this blog-thing, perhaps articulating and appreciating some of the true genius of the authors I’ve worked on, or perhaps more self-indulgent overly-dramatic poetry. Either way, I just wanted to reassure my vast and loyal readership that I plan to return to irrelevantreveries as soon as I can…(plus, not gunna lie, I also wanted to try the WordPress app on my phone)
Joe Roche
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