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Edmund Spenser, that sneaky cunning man: description and action in The Faerie Queene

One of my undergraduate creative writing professors, Aaron Bushkowsky, used to exhort the class to delay the big reveal as long as possible. Give snippets of information, he advised, enough that the readers get a sense of the character and the setting. 921 more words

The Faerie Queene

As beauties lovely baite, that doth procure

“NOUGHT under heaven so strongly doth allure
The sence of man, and all his minde possesse,
As beauties lovely baite, that doth procure
Great warriours oft their rigour to represse, 42 more words

Literature

No love so lasting then, that may enduren long

“O SACRED hunger of ambitious mindes,
And impotent desire of men to raine,
Whom neither dread of God, that devils bindes,
Nor lawes of men, that common weales containe, 48 more words

Literature

The ads before the main event: the poetry before The Faerie Queene

Before one can begin reading The Faerie Queene, one must first read endless pages of pre-feature-presentation poetry.

It’s not that bad, of course. The fascinating thing about the Commendatory Verses (important men at court writing short poems to the effect that this Spenser guy’s work is worthwhile) and the Dedicatory Sonnets (Spenser writing his thanks and praise to the various men who commended his work and/or otherwise sponsored him) is the aspects they choose to praise. 1,050 more words

Diana Wynne Jones

XCVII

Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.” 219 more words

Donald Williams

Anyone want to read poetry? How about The Faerie Queene?

Sometime last year I wrote in this blog that I wanted to read more poetry. I have also had in the back of my mind a latent determination to learn more about Britomart, since Diana Wynne Jones mentions this female warrior in an essay, I believe, on writing  399 more words

Poetry

“For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.”  – Edmund Spenser