You know what he meant: the 17th century. Or possibly the 16th century. I’ve written before about the trouble students have keeping the ordinals straight when referring to (notice how I resisted writing “referencing”?) centuries, and perhaps this student was trying to avoid making a mistake by making the actual date ordinal.
But I like to think rather that he’s imagining how much fun the future will be. It may be driven by technology, and robots (like corporations?) may by then be “people, my friend,” and because of climate change (if of course it’s real) the landscape may be unrecognizable—but fear not, it WILL have a lusty side.
We haven’t read any literature that predicts the future, but I’ll imagine my student had that in mind anyway. Always best to err on the hopeful side.
Today’s forecast for Connecticut is daunting: blizzard, white-out, closed roads, snow piling and drifting deep, probable widespread loss of power, cold temperatures… I looked for Horrors that had to do with any of that, just so my blog post could be topical, but I found none. Hence this post about “this piece.” At least the lusty 1600th century takes us into hyperbolic territory.
And in case you’re shut in by weather but still have power, I invite you to enjoy “Snowbound,” by John Greenleaf Whittier. My fifth-grade class had to memorize chunks of it, and any snowfall continues to evoke its images, its rhythms, its world, its human warmth. It was published in 1866 and is a reminiscence from the author’s youth: it is a 19th-century poem. A lovely, lovely one.
More snow for you:
Emily Dickinson… “It sifts from leaden sieves—”
Edna St. Vincent Millay… “The Snow Storm”
Ralph Waldo Emerson… “The Snow Storm” (this one has one of my absolute favorite last lines!)
Wallace Stevens… “The Snow Man”
If you enjoy these, please leave a comment and your own favorite snow poem!
January 26th, 2015 at 4:34 pm
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January 26th, 2015 at 4:40 pm
I say it’s snow. And I say to hell with it.
January 26th, 2015 at 4:41 pm
But, beautiful photo, RA.
January 26th, 2015 at 5:30 pm
I’m staying in and checking out “Snowbound”
January 26th, 2015 at 6:32 pm
You’ll love it!
January 26th, 2015 at 7:29 pm
I giggled and guffawed. No snow here in Florida, but it is cold (for Florida) and I’m sure there are lusty sides all over the place.
January 27th, 2015 at 12:08 am
I lean toward a poem about the end of winter: http://philipschaefer.com/2007/03/01/not-ideas-about-the-thing-but-the-thing-itself/
And Pound expressed how Mary Jane and I feel: Ancient Music
by Ezra Pound (1912)
Winter is icumen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham
Damm you; Sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, ’tis why I am, Goddamm,
So ’gainst the winter’s balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing goddamm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.
January 27th, 2015 at 10:43 am
A favorite. When I teach Brit Lit I in the fall, I write this on the board during the final exam.
January 27th, 2015 at 10:46 am
Mary Jane, here’s a haiku about the end of winter, just for you! Kobayashi Issa, “The Snow Is Melting” http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/184757
February 3rd, 2015 at 11:06 pm
Connecticut winters in movies always look so dreamy and wonderful…of course, movies aren’t cold and involve cabin fever.
Stay warm! (and hope your power and internet stays on!)
February 3rd, 2015 at 11:44 pm
So far so good. I always say Connecticut winters are great if your power stays on and you don’t have to go anywhere ;-}.