a fool in the forest


  • A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the
    A motley fool; a miserable world!
    As I do live by food, I met a fool
    Who laid him down and bask'd him
        in the sun,
    And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good
    In good set terms and yet a motley

    As You Like It,
    Act II, Scene 7

    L'homme y passe à travers des
        forêts de symboles
    Qui l'observent avec des regards

    Les Fleurs du Mal,

    [T]here is almost no subject-matter, and what little one can disentangle is foolish....
    One would call the style verbose, except that by definition verbosity is the use of words in excess of the occasion, and there seems to be no occasion.

    Yvor Winters,
    Forms of Discovery, Ch. 7

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    July 20, 2004



    This resonates with a quote I have posted in my cube, from "Culture of Complaint" by Robert Hughes. "Untrained in logical analysis, ill-equipped to develop and construct formal arguments about issues, unsed to mining texts for deposits of factual information, students fall back to the only position they can truly call their own: what they feel about things. When feelings and attitudes are the main referents of argument, to attack any position is automatically to insult the holder."
    Most of the verse in my memory IS Dr. Suess.
    See you Saturday!

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