the clouds are above
but i am below.
how the fuck do i get up there.
Absolutely. These books contain different degrees of dystopia, and span from early 20th century to present day. The nightmares multiply greatly after the mid-1980s for reasons I won’t get into here (neoliberalism); and we seem to have hit saturation point. There’s a definite shift from novels about fascism & communism toward the spectres of consumerism, genetic engineering, media addiction, and environmental disaster.
There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.
Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
Literature Meme — Five Poets — Robert Frost (2/5)
Like the nineteenth-century Romantics, [Frost] maintained that a poem is “never a put-up job…. It begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a loneliness. It is never a thought to begin with. It is at its best when it is a tantalizing vagueness.” Yet, “working out his own version of the ‘impersonal’ view of art,” as Hyatt H. Waggoner observed, Frost also upheld T. S. Eliot’s idea that the man who suffers and the artist who creates are totally separate. [x]