How differently the world would men behold!”īyron is so just so ridiculously entertaining to read. How much would novels gain by the exchange! Stranger than fiction: if it could be told, “Tis strange,-but true for truth is always strange He even says a few things that would pre-date the modernists: He set out to write his own epic, and by the standards of his own overbearing personality, if he wrote anything less than what he did here it would have been a failure. And this, in part, is what makes the work so delightfully clever.
It goes on massive tangents as the plot disappears for stanza upon stanza whilst Byron addresses all sort of random issues. “Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.” You have to admire his tenacity and his ability to write whatever he wants regardless of public opinion, which is, essentially, one of the reasons he became so popular to begin with. He destroys Wordsworth and Coleridge and goads reviewers, informing them that he is going to do more of what they criticised him for just because he can. He wrote it for himself, it is all one big fantasy in which a character, not entirely unlike its author, goes on a long adventure.Īs such Byron provides the biggest example of an author filibuster I have ever come across he uses every opportunity available to him to insert his own opinion regarding other writers and critics of the age. Byron was a very selfish man, and that’s just part of his poetic persona, so I would go as far to say that this is poetry written for one person: Lord Byron.
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It’s not the sort of verse that a poet has sat down and fussed over in order to achieve the most artistic and creative arrangement of words it feels like he has written it straight out of his head, completely free flowing, making it almost conversational. He gets out of so many close encounters and near death experiences, often being the only person alive as the plot moves into the next canto. He is an anti-hero so he does not possess the standard characteristics a normal hero would he is not brave or strong, though he is intelligent and cunning he serves no greater goal and works only for his own survival and self-gratification. If you know anything about Byron, you will know this poem will involve lots of sex, women and Byron/Don Juan getting exactly what he wants from every situation imaginable. Survives himself, his tomb, and all that’s his.” Of ages to what straits old Time reducesįrail man, when paper - even a rag like this,
Instead of speech, may form a lasting link 'Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think “But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think 'Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses Instead of speech, may form a lasting link Of ages to what straits old Time reduces Frail man, when paper - even a rag like this, Survives himself, his tomb, and all that’s his.” If you know anything about Byron, you will know this poem will involve lots of sex, women and Byron/Don Juan getting exactly wh “But words are things, and a small drop of ink,įalling like dew, upon a thought, produces
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