Scorn not the printed word, O thoughtful soul, As Wordsworth 1 did not say, and do not set An electric machine to grind through files In search of gobbets all thinky and stuff
For Shakespeare set in iambs clean and neat All the transcendent ideas of the good, The beautiful, and the eternal true Sustained in meters of steel and words of gold
Shakespeare never
wobbled all over the paper in unmetered ******* lines of disconnected babble about stars and selves 2 without any citations for verification stirred around in a sort of it-sounds-like-Shakespeare-kinda-sorta-they-won’t-care-anyway soup to be copied and pasted onto sheets of 8 1/2” by 11” fake parchment woodpulp because, like, y’know, that’s what you do for graduation ceremonies
1 Wordsworth, “Scorn not the Sonnet” 2 Possibly a misremembering of Cassius' words to Brutus in Julius Caesar: “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves, that we are underlings.” If so, the quotation has been, like Caesar, assassinated.
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