Status Updates From John Keats: A New Life

"I used to keep my eyes fixed on Hampstead all day. Then there was a good hope of seeing her again -Now!- O that I could be buried bearing where she lives!"

"It surprised me that the human heart is capable of containing and bearing so much misery. Was I born for this end?"

Ale ya está el pobre tom keats a las puertas de la muerte. Me sorprende cómo de narrativa es esta biografía, me siento como si leyera una novela de la que ya me sé el final.

Resulta ahora que el cenutrio este (keats) posiblemente tenga sífilis. Esto le pasa por salir con el gilipollas de Bailey.

"He had a face in which energy and sensibility were remarkably mixed up, an eager power checked and made patient by ill health. Every feature was at once strongly cut, and delicately alive. The eyes mellow and glowing; large, dark and sensitive. At the recital of a noble action or a beautiful thought, they would suffuse with tears and his mouth trembled."

Aka Hunt y el resto piensan que Keats es bien mono.

Me encanta la narrativa que Roe le da a la vida de Keats. No suelta datos e info porque sí, busca darle un ritmo, y un significado metaliterario. Es casi narrativa histórica, Keats no es 'Keats' sino John, con toda la complejidad, subjetividad y antítesis que ello implica. Se nota que Roe no tiene fascinación sólo por el Keats poeta, sino por el humano, por lo que existía en su mundo interior.

"You tell me never to despair. I wish it was as easy for me to observe the saying - truth is I have a horrible Morbidity of Temperament"

His brothers knew his resolve to emulate Chatterton and 'die a half-blown flower'. Only half in love with death.

"Hitherto Keats had used punches to make his presence felt. Now language offered a fresh field of action — as if bouts of rhyming and a physically vigorous 'Mr. Keats' mutually manifested each other. Keats loomed physically larger as he recited poetry."

He decidido que johnny es mi historical poor little meow meow.