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Analysis of William Butler Yeats' Crazy Jane Talks with the Bishop

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Crazy Jane Talks with the Bishop
by William Butler Yeats

I met the Bishop on the road
And much said he and I.
`Those breasts are flat and fallen now
Those veins must soon be dry;
Live in a heavenly mansion,
Not in some foul sty.'

`Fair and foul are near of kin,
And fair needs foul,' I cried.
'My friends are gone, but that's a truth
Nor grave nor bed denied,
Learned in bodily lowliness
And in the heart's pride.

`A woman can be proud and stiff
When on love intent;
But Love has pitched his mansion in
The place of excrement;
For nothing can be sole or whole
That has not been rent.'

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William Butler Yeats’ "Crazy Jane Talks With the Bishop" is one of my favorite poems. The humor and wit in the exchange between the speakers are excellent and give one much to chew on. The interest of this analysis is to try and decipher whether Jane is indeed crazy or mistakenly identified as such. The title tells us what is happening in the rest of the poem: a woman, ref…

Abstract Photography: Reflection

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Personal Style: An Afternoon in November

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I've been spending some quality time with people under the age of ten.  And their charming monstrosity is rubbing off on me. It's nice to learn to answer questions with totally unrelated context and be reminded that unicorns are. Also wonderful that most of these people worry not, are often very happy about the smallest thing, very kind in their judgements and most eager to share their recognitions of awe. What am I wearing? The hat, earrings, scarf––knitted with some gorgeous natural yarn from Knitty City–– brooch and bracelet are my handiwork and (except the scarf) are all available in my artisanal shop; the bag is a gift from a good old friend and fellow writer; the oversized men's coat and dress were thrifted some years back and the jeans was once my brother's.
Hope your November is nodding and hopping to lovely notes. Xx Jane


Between the Pages of Letters to A Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke VI

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But when you notice that it is vast, you should be happy; for what (you should ask yourself) would a solitude be that was not vast; there is only one solitude, and it is vast, heavy, difficult to bear, and almost everyone has hours when he would gladly exchange it for any kind of sociability, however trivial or cheap, for the tiniest outward agreement with the first person who comes along, the most unworthy…. But perhaps these are the very hours during which solitude grows; for its growing is painful as the growing of boys and sad as the beginning of spring. But that must not confuse you. What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours––that is what you must be able to attain. (Rainer Maria Rilke. Letters to a Young Poet. Trans. Stephen Mitchell. NY: Modern Library, 2001, p. 53-54).
In the sixth chapter of Letters to a Young Poet, Rilke writes the above words to Kappus from Rome, on December 23, 1903. The le…

Theory: The Cost of Good Living

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Let’s say life is the evolution of an individual energy in time, where time translates to the period that accommodates said energy in corporeal form, thus the period we term ‘alive’ opposed to that which is prior to formation; or that which is open to deformation and decease. Energy here is the self through the lens of physical, mental and emotional health. To this live body, what is a good life? Let’s say a good life is an existence in which an energy exists as it ought to. Let's call this energy human and let’s say a good life is the practice of living as a conscious donor and receptor of love, flowing in and out of diverse outlets––in terms we tend to deem good or bad, fair or unfair, but perhaps ought to be  simply deemed varieties in ungraspable love––and the practice of accepting this love with grace and gratitude, i.e. not taking anything for granted. Here the question might be, what does one deserves? Let’s place this theory on the foundation that there is no such thing a…