QOD: Mar 17

I can never get people to understand that poetry is the expression of excited passion, and that there is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?

-Lord Byron, in a letter to Thomas Moore, 5 July 1821


2 thoughts on “QOD: Mar 17

  1. anonymous says:

    Isn’t that man simply like a king of poets? The basis for this quote is in one of the fundamental beliefs of Romanticism. We, those who come after them, have named poets Wordsworth, Shelley, Coleridge, Byron, Keats as the Romantics. One of the key features of this movement was that creativity was possible in a heightened state of realisation. We all lead a life of not so heightened state of realisation. That’s why we are able to go on with the daily routine of life. But once in a while when our minds are stimulated enough, like Wordworth’s was with Nature, we can create pieces of everlasting art. Sometimes poets tried to simulate this heightened state by taking drugs. Byron certainly did and wrote that immortal half-finished poem “Xanadu.” But there was certainly one thing which was clear, that no one can continue in that heightened state of “passion.” One of the reasons perhaps why Romantic poets died very young: Keats at 23, Byron at 36.


  2. asuph says:


    Thanks for that long comment. The thing is, I don’t read a lot of poetry. Most poems don’t appeal to me or don’t make sense to me. And as far as history of classical English poetry is concerned I’m an absolte clean slate. So thanks for that poetry history 101 :).


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