I’ve moved my blogging activities to a literature/satire site that I’m running with a colleague from my time at Oxford; it’s called ClickityLit. Our focus is fun internet stuff like quizzes and listicles, but for folks who like books. We’ve got quizzes about the Brontës and silly songs about Tolstoy; if that sounds like your thing, you should check it out! It’s tons of fun. The genre is satire and the tone is irreverent, so if that’s not to your tastes, probably best to skip it. Here’s a glimpse so you can get an idea of what we do:
1. The Heart Wants What it Wants
For the classic death-enthusiast, there’s no poet like Emily Dickinson. She owned death poetry like Coleridge owned coke*:
The Heart asks Pleasure — first —
And then — Excuse from Pain —
And then — those little Anodynes
That deaden suffering —
And then — to go to sleep —
And then — if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor
The privilege to die —
*OK, it was opium, but coke sounded better, so eat my assonance.
Speaking of Coleridge….
2. One for the Masochists
If your morbid sense of despair and futility tends to take the form of thinking enviously about the people who get to die whilst dwelling on the horror of your own continued existence, then these lines from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner are for you:
The many men, so beautiful!
And they all dead did lie:
And a thousand thousand slimy things
Lived on; and so did I.
I looked upon the rotting sea,
And drew my eyes away;
I looked upon the rotting deck,
And there the dead men lay.