In the same way I wonder about how people could possibly burn books or ban them (and it doesn’t matter how progressive you think the modern era is—there are always people), how is it that we can take artists and writers to task for what they write or for the thought crimes they allegedly commit?
I have been a longtime fan of famous last quotes and stories about interesting deaths, because, well, morbid curiosity, I suppose. As it turns out, and as it relates to this blog, writers have suffered some pretty strange deaths, too. So, today, let’s take a closer look at a few!
A summer poem by Tony Hoagland.
This is a story about a couple of drinking pals and their exploits, and it gets a little weird and a little unfriendly.
I can imagine the dark sky and the rain on the classroom windows and the autumn leaves blowing on the street outside. It was then that I thought to myself: “I am going to teach one day because I want this experience to exist for others.”
After writing about Sir Walter Scott, I had to track down the Border stories that inspired him to write great movements within literature, because, well, frankly, I think it’s really cool.
Toward the end of the movement, we also found new ways to think of Romanticism in the transcendentalist movement, which was a bit more nonconformist. Thus, for this post, let’s look at the qualities and writers of the movement within a movement to get a sense of what’s going on.
We’ve been looking at a lot of the modernists lately (I’m in a bit of a mood) and so thought I would continue the journey by talking about another famous writer from “The Lost Generation”: F. Scott Fitzgerald.
I thought it would be fun to write about the books that influenced me when I was younger (and I’m bound to miss a few or organize them incorrectly, but oh well!)
I know this era to be when writing kicked off after years of it being relegated to the Church, and it’s also really impressive to see that the amount of output authors had in relation to what was available.