Reminder to Self
This afternoon or evening, whichever permits of time, a comment on and elaboration to Dylan's wonderful post on the Epic in Modern literature. Contents: Diatribe concerning modernism and its excesses, ecstasy over Omeros, a trifle of Hill-bashing, some speculations on Dickinson as Interior Epic--Whitman v. Dickinson, and other jewels of less-than-half-baked thought. Hope this is rather more tantlizing than nauseous.
Oh, and in case you were wondering this is a "I see a red door and I want it painted black" sort of day. Perhaps I need to mellow a bit before our ceremony, so I'll need my Cranberries CD, or perhaps better Loreena McKennitt or Aine Minogue--her version of Across the Universe is worth the price of admission.