That went surprisingly well I think. I managed to resist the overwhelming urge to scrawl “Wordsworth is a pompous git” on every page. I wrote a decent essay on Blake, a decent but very short essay on John Clare, and then argued that in This Lime Tree Bower Coleridge comes across as an arrogant prick, but Frost at Midnight is actually a damn fine poem. I managed to relate this argument, somewhat tenuously, to the exam question. It read more like a critique in a creative writing workshop, but hey, that’s what I’m good at.
Now it’s over, and I never have to have anything to do with any of them ever again. Though, once the resentment subsides I may occasionally have a bit of time for Blake and Clare. Decent enough blokes, the latter especially. “Where little pebbles wear as smooth | as hermits beads by gentle floods…” Gorgeous.
I got an A plus on my last essay for Australian lit, which I am going to post on BM cos I am damn proud of it. So there.
Posted by Fionnaigh at June 14, 2004 06:51 PMDo you suppose there are any universities in Australia that run a "New Zealand lit" paper? Somehow I doubt it.
Posted by: suraya at June 15, 2004 02:55 AM