For Madmen Only
by Matthew Koslowski on November 4, 2009
in Essays
In This Essay |
Steppenwolf: A Novel
by Hermann Hesse (Basil Creighton, trans.)
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The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats (Richard J. Finneran, ed.)
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Don Juan in Hell: From Man and Superman by George Bernard Shaw |
Last night I finished rereading Steppenwolf
I know for certain I am in the middle of two other novels. But I think I may have forgotten that I am in the middle of any number of others.
The past few weeks have been filled with theatre and opera.
As if that were not enough, I have been reading from the poetry of Rumi, W.B. Yeats, and John Keats. In fact, I have been working on memorizing Keats’s “Ode to a Nightingale.” I have the first stanza of ten lines memorized; only seventy lines left to commit to memory.
“Why are you spreading yourself so thin?” I asked myself earlier.
