Reading Peek one could get the impression that the blogosphere is just one big political or satiric romp. Which is of course untrue.
Some, mostly those who've never read blogs, have a tendency to yammer on about how blogs are "full of junk" or "lazy" or what have you. Here's a post that puts the lie to these two assumptions. A beautiful, irreverent, overeducated, sexy foray through some surprisingly resonant poetry from way back when. Morgan Meis writes:
"It's hot in New York. Deep summer. Dog days. Somehow it all makes me think of Roman poetry. The mood is languid and personal, stuff happens slowly, even the disasters. I'm thinking of my favorite poet, Catullus. I'm thinking of the way he captured the feel of a lazy Sunday of desperate but indifferent screwing with the side door swinging open in a limp breeze. I'm thinking of how he captured in verse the specific insanities of love, when you're finding it and when you're losing it."
"It all started in Greece I guess. It started with Sappho and Anacreon and Archilochos. We're talking lyric poetry here. And with the lyric poetry of Sappho and friends something very different from the heroic... Homeric epics came into being. It was intimate and personal. It was passionate and wounded..."A sample:
"I just really want to die. She, crying many tears, left me And said to me: 'Oh, how terribly we have suffered, we two, Sappho, really I don't want to go away.' And I said to her this: Go and be happy, remembering me, For you know how we cared for you. And if you don't I want to remind you .............and the lovely things we felt with many wreathes of violets and ro(ses and cro)cuses and ..............and you sat next to me and threw around your delicate neck garlands fashioned of many woven flowers and with much...............costly myrrh ..............and you anointed yourself with royal..... and on soft couches.......(your) tender....... fulfilled your longing.........."There's much more. Don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt when it bites. (3quarksdaily)