We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
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Saturday, August 1. 2015
Pale Fire (from his 1962 novel Pale Fire)
I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
The remainder of the 4-Canto poem below the fold, with some interesting links about it at the end
I say it's a real poem, and a fine one. “Pale Fire,” the Poem: Does It Stand Alone as a Masterpiece?
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Nabakov is one of the finest writers in the English language. Hard to believe it was a second language.
Re the play on Keats in the closing lines, and Kinbote's pitiful misunderstanding of it: "Historian of science Edward B. (Ted) Davis published a pastiche, 'On First, Looking into Chapman's Homer,' about a long home run by Mickey Mantle, . . . Davis writes how 'stout Mantle' stood and "Watch’d his ball just rise and rise and rise — Silent, above a park in Washington."