October 18th, 2007

new year


This is just to tell you that janefluffington is now fluffaliciously on LiveJournal. Some of you have met her at WisCon, or through Turboapa. We are going to have veddy veddy highbrow littry talk I expect.

We are the fleshly poets and here is our song. If you're anxious for to shine in the high aesthetic line as a man of culture rare, you must get up all the germs of the transcendental terms and plant them everywhere! You must lie upon the daisies and discourse in novel phrases of your complicated state of mind! The meaning doesn't matter if it's only idle chatter of a transcendental kind. And everyone will say, as you walk your mystic way, if this young man expresses himself in terms too deep for me, why what a very singularly deep young man this deep young man must be! I've perhaps mixed up two different verses there. Ah well! Next chorus!

Be eloquent in praise of the very dull old days which have long since passed away, and convince 'em if you can that the reign of good Queen Anne was culture's palmiest day! of course you will pooh-pooh whatever's fresh and new, and declare it's crude and mean, for art stopped short in the cultivated court of the Empress Josephine!

Then a sentimental passion of a vegetable fashion must excite your languid spleen: an attachment a la Plato for a bashful young potato or a not-too-French French bean! Though the philistines may jostle you will rank as an apostle of the high aesthetic band, if you walk down Piccadilly with a poppy or a lily in your medieval hand! and everyone will say, as you walk your flowery way, if he's content with a vegetable love which would certainly not suit me, why, what most particularly pure young man this pure young man must be!