Aspects of Literature, book !

A brittle child as me would study something a sort, and yet sought it hard to assimilate what he read! The whole book’s about what the hell in essence? I hath yet not learned. The title “aspects of literature”.. so not a book a non-literature fella might be fond of. But well, one engaged in perusal must be capable to derive and produce knowledge. The dumb-heads are here where they struck off. To pucker out my recreation from it and what i remembers is that its something about soaking the soggy leaves soaked in criticism on criticism. Lol. Well, ya’ know that they wanted to pre-mode you with the understanding what criticism is? May be hell yeah its function and the purpose it serves and the kinds like literary criticism, philosophical criticism, and then there was one another name.  Ah! All i’ve t’ say its a good damn thingy to slit and pluck out what ya’ find queer. Thats criticism :v . I mean palease, let the author rest in peace. RIP :3 . Your lures, ooops i could not cure. The hingy brains when stuck up, and grab hold of what rambles in the fists and gives a nimble in the tongue.. there you’re good to go. Go go! Criticise! Yosh! Nay, that i am sliding aside my homework to write this review, that would be awfully awful.. and ahm that is. Justy that me found some contractions of mine shades in goody semblance with Keats that he is such a fanatic mitigated with sense that ‘no more wonder at wonders’. And pooh what dear sorrows L ..says Keats:

‘Of all external things, they saw me not,’

Opsy, ..lol anyone out there with friends that tend to ignore you.. smash it yeah in Keatsian style. Yo! Binge it at their face. . this phrase. It’ll venge out thy pains (Y) .

Of Keats something remarkable is said ah well that struck me quirk .. ‘the “vision of Moneta” is the culminating point of Keat’s evolution.’ ‘Moneta was to him the discovered spirit of reality; her vision was the vision of necessity itself. In her, joy and pain, life and death, compassion and indifference, vision and blindness are one; she is the external abode to contraries... ’ (-extract from book). ‘He, too, is the prey to contraries.’ ‘...the quality with which saturated, the calm and various light of united contraries.’ The juxtaposition of this concept with ourselves, we the modern man struck in same strokes we feel. But he marked it the mirror of his diety, ..we summon it’s a monster lol.

Then on very essential grounds its stroked what poetry is and what poetry is today? The insipid and curing mentions of the beauty that marked in how the author works-out ‘what poetry is’ is marvel-bound. My haste here is telling me brief you and then depart to some engagement that’ll need me. And that’s none other than dinner lol. And then you see ‘a one man show’ like Hardy the author produces his notes of expression, than Ronsard, Tchehov, and a lil of criticism from Coleridge’s angle. Lol, whatelse you wanna know go grab a book bunchy moron and stop waiting for miracles of knowledge to fall on you :3 . It won’t happen, unless you get the hell of your sluggishness and procrastination.

Jumpy up!

Yo!

The book’s:

Aspects of Literature,

J. Middleton Murray