It's difficult to know how // the hollow bowl // resounds
she also hears what he says // just perfectly as it is // without any pretense // I don't feel you're good
In your school we feed ourselves // on disbelief that we are eating
When Nature needs to speak, she will // Reach into her washbag of wet roots // Pull back handfuls of filberts, gambol // The dice down a road // Lined with Black Locust trees
What she regrets most about her life // Is that the brash piece of siding that always swings // Apart from the rest of the house // Gives it all away // About what is inside
Brace yourself. Try to imagine a world in which the violin has become "nearly obsolete." I know, right?! You've nearly fallen to your knees, begging for mercy, asking yourself why. Why, great creator, did humanity ever get to this point? I am a big fan of the violin. Yet, when Trollope kicks off his futuristic dystopia novella The Fixed Period with this absolutely chilling vision, it signals that although Trollope is one of the most skilled Victorian Realist writers, the man had next to no imagination.
From the first chapter of Robert Jordan's *The Eye of the World,* the motive of the quest is clear: to save masculinity and, hence, all life. When masculinity is tainted and corrupted, all life suffers, and it must be redeemed if life will continue in the Light. Jordan does a great job highlighting a point that we continue to struggle with into the 21st century: this belief that masculinity must be unadulturated, straightforward, clean and clear...or else.