I made a quick presentation to give a very simple skeleton for a lesson on New Historicist literary criticism that I’ll be doing next Thursday. It’s deliberately simplistic so please excuse my mangling of Marx, Foucault and everyone else in the middle bit.
Reading yet again that the fractured forms of the twentieth century avant gardes were a response to the traumas of the first world war, I’m moved to wonder (a) why anyone thinks this is worth saying, since everyone knows it, and (b) why anyone thinks it’s right.
Courtesy of the Poetry Foundation I just discovered a recording of Caroline Bergvall reading “Via”, a poem composed entirely of English translations of the first line of Dante’s Divine Comedy.
