Socrates of Galt’s Gulch
Confronted with the prospect of another fruitless day standing in front of Home Depot looking for day work, a conservative blogger comes up with a better plan:
…it wouldn’t take place on these pages, but if I were to offer a course on Shakespearean metapoetics (how Shakespeare inscribes his theory of language into his plays), would there be any interest among readers for such a course? Last semester I was overemployed, and this I’m underemployed, so this would be a paying proposition, though I’d try to keep the price reasonable. I think Jeff might be well served doing something similar, but we don’t communicate much these days, and I don’t want to bother him. We’d do Riffaterre’s Fictional Truth (buy it used), Shapiro’s 1599, Garrett Stewart’s Reading Voices, and David Quint’s Epic and Empire as background reading to the Arden editions of Julius Caesar and Antony & Cleopatra, before turning to Othello and Hamlet. We’ll consider the nature of pre-lexicographical English, punning, censorship and interpretation, the legitimacy of reading playtexts as written texts, and the theoretics of what I like to call “hallucidation.” I think I would need a minimum of 6 interested people to offer the course.
Let me know what you think.
In the post-Bush era apocalyptic wasteland now looming on the horizon he’s going to be one of the first to be eaten.
A little fatty, but I hear they taste like chicken…