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What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

Edna St Vincent Millay

And some more existential Angst:
S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo. )
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ok, so I've got a great bloody pile of articles on the Wife of Bath. And several of them go off on the idea that her Tale is literary wish-fulfillment of the grossest kind, that she just wants mastery that she never got over her other husbands, and a young man good in bed. One even suggests that she's looking for a great dumb oaf, due to her troubles with her learned husband.

I grant that she probably does want some ability to return to her earlier state of youth and beauty.

But have they not noticed that after the fight over the book, she managed to convince him that he was wrong, that he should listen to her and burn the rest of the book, and then they were much happier together? perhaps it wasn't so much of the control that her alter-ego in the Tale got, but hey. It's the difference between the real world and fantasy, and it seems ike the Talk was just trying to make her point a little more obvious. Be nice to your spouse, things will go much easier for you. Don't insult them, don't beat them, or Very Bad Things will happen to you.

I'm still pissed about the Wife as the domestic violence Barbie. Grr. Stupid people suck.

Also, Academia sucks. It's all name dropping, very few original ideas, and who you know. I don't want to play those games, so I'll probably never be puplished. I don't mind pointing out where certain articles are wrong, but I'd prefer they did it with just textual evidence. I don't really care what these other authors have said on the subject. Ok, so I sort of do, but I'm really much more interested in waht Chaucer has to say. Or whomever we're talking about. I just took a course in which we had to read all sorts of articles, and I decided that I much preferred the ones that proved their point through original sources. I mean, contemporaries would have known what was what, right? Not that it proves everything. There are laws concernign domestic abuse, what constitutes it, &c., but that does not describe society as a whole. I have read countless modern books dealing with domestic abuse. And I've been abused in several forms. But you know something? It's not especially normal. It is not indicative of what society as a whole considers a good idea, or a good environment for a child or an adult. And I have found a better one, so I'm happy.

Where was I? Aside from snarking? I don't want to have to know the entire history of every argument ever made about any piece I have to write on. I don't want my publishing future to be dependant on whose name I know, who knows my name, and how well I weild other people's arguments. Again, wanting to get by on the strength of my own brain. And then there's the fact that I have a deep l;ove for middle class clothing, adn as I found this semester, there is *No Research* on it until much later centries. Gar!

And I'm currently amused by the idea that the Wife of Bath was not a lecherous beast, that she was actually an Augustinian moderate in her stance on marriage as opposed to Jerome's hyperbolic extremism, and that the six most misogynistic passages, which do not appear in the earliest manuscripts, were scribal additions. And you know, I read her Prologue first in the Skeat version, which, like the Riverside, does not include them. And it really, really does change her personality. A lot. It may not seem like much, but she goes from someone of sort of ambiguous morals, who says that she'd never actually *cheat* on her husbands, to a woman practically a street-walker.

And just as much as one cannot take laws and literature to represent fact, you cannot take anti-feminist literature to necessarilly represent general opinion. Most of the anti-feminist tracts were written to encourage young men to go happilly into chastity. So not only were they meant to spoil young men's minds, but they were written by a very "sour grapes" set of people, bitter that they could not have something they wanted, and determined to make everyone suffer for it. And the reason there's so much of it and so little of a more reasonable sort? Consider who controlled the Mainframe. Monasteries were the root of all education, and pretty much the homes of most people who could read and write. So yeah, trust them to produce the most writing. And please, please do not try to use the word hate. Hate is generally a very persona thing, or reserved for the "not us" group, which generally best applies to those of different colours or cultures, not one's family. Except in the "very personal" category. I can pretty much guarantee that all people are related to at least one woman. In fact, I can't think of one who isn't.
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I Cannot Read Any More Articles About Chaucer. Not today. Tomorrow maybe, but god. I am saturated now. Too much already! And now I have to sort out exactly *what* I have read, and stop being so very annoyed at certain articles. For misinterpreting certain words, reading them in a modern definition instead of a Middle English one. Because it changed, it did, and while there may have been some ambiguity, it wasn't enough to justify saying that the Wife of Bath was a typical victim figure, with the Domestic Abuse Syndrome, or whatever the hell it's called. I'm sorry, she was not weak, or a convincing victim. One wonders wheter they actual read the bloody text.


Remy came to class today, and went to the history major's unch meeting, which was fun. And tasty. And then we walked about town, and he called the people who want to interview him and set up an interview, and he has one! Friday, in Albany next week, and this is good. Interviews are good and happy things, especially when imminently moving. Jobs are better, but you start where you can. Town was interesting, and I'm sad that I enver explored it more. It's really pretty, and full of interesting things on side streets I had never found before. Nifty antiques, used books, art supply places full of oddness and book binding equipment (drool) and at the aforementioned used book store I found three books that had been either lost or damaged irreprably. And bought them, because they wre cheap. Moonwise had been damaged in one flood and ruied in another, Holy Fire Remy lost yesterday, and Hellspark I lent to Kevin who now cannot find it. (or likes it so much he "can't find" it? :) ) The cover's different, but I don't want it for the cover, just the content. Though the cover had been really nifty, with this pretty redhead in spectacles lurning to look over he shoulder. It was very pleasant to look upon. And it lacks the author's afterward, telling about the linguistics and the language of gestures. I'll miss that bit. But whatever, I have the story, and that's a good one. So I'm reading it again. I should be writing papers, but I have time. Not much, but time there is. Thursday they have to be turned in. Two, anyway.

And I'm making another doll. 18th century wood, this time actually 18th century, as opposed to questionably so as my mother's was. She looks good so far, and her name is Melior. She will have blue stockings. The body is painted and looks lovely, acrylic with sculpey-fake glass eyes, and the limbs were just finished today. Now to make the mortise and tenon bits, and find a drill. And put her together, at last, and give her hair.... So much fun. I know why I do this. It's relaxing, and makes good results. Not that I want to make a practice of it until I get a lathe.... Then, maybe. That could be fun. And profitable. Sell them to re-enactors, and organic toy stores, or something. Prettier than barbie, and durable. Heh. Yeah. And I"m goign to take the poseable artist body, give it a head and clothes, and give her a consort or something. Which is really just to say that I want a body to make little foppish costumes for.

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