We have resolved to convene for the last time this semester to record a) poems chosen by our Anthology filmmakers and ParOct regulars, and b) as a backup, poems related to Joy and the Joyesque. THERE WILL BE SNACKS.
I’m William Wordsworth, and I find your lack of joy surprising.
We look forward to seeing you
in our usual Mattin Center room 105, on the JHU campus,
from 2-3:30 PM,
on Sunday, November 18th.
As usual, there will be a piano in the room. BYOinstruments. All performers, poets, musicians, and friends and foes of the poets are very welcome.
I may not look very joyful but I actually am tremendously joyful. And I think very well of (not very well of) him.
Pomes follow:
Poems of Unabashed Joy, Despite The Utter Meaninglessness Of It All; Or, Alternatively, Poems Of Some Figment of Joy, In The Face Of The Utter Terror Of It All. Joy, Joy, Joy, and Joy.
I. Actually Joyful Poems
“I taste a liquor never brewed” by Emily Dickinson
“It’s all I have to bring today” by Emily Dickinson
“My Heart Leaps Up” by William Wordsworth
I.5 Joy-In-Nonsense Pomes
Edward Lear’s #11 from “Book of Nonsense”
There was a Young Lady whose chin…
“The Dong with a Luminous Nose” by Edward Lear (first three stanzas only)
“There Was An Old Man From Thermopylae” by Edward Lear
II. I See Joy Somewhere Else In The World (Like, For Example, In Animals, Or Death, Even Though I Do Not Myself Have Any Joy, Because I Am A POET)
“The Darkling Thrush,” by Thomas Hardy
“The Lake Isle of Innisfree,” by W.B. Yeats
“I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud,” by William Wordsworth
III. Not Joyful At All–More About Joy Making Me Sad Cause It Reminds Me Of A Dead Girl
“Surprised By Joy,” by William Wordsworth
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