frageelay replied to your quote: Enlarge this meditation upon this great world,…
I fucking love that dude. No, really.
All the sensuous metaphors I use to describe his prose wind up being sensual, verging on the pornographic. Like: I keep thinking of it as a slightly-overripe plum, biting into which causes juices to flow down one’s chin.
For what should be pretty obvious reasons, I left these Devotions out of the list I gave me analyst of what I’d been reading.
ETA: Then again, it’s not like Donne himself couldn’t be pretty damn pornographic (“Licence my roving hands, and let them go / Before, behind, between, above, below. / O, my America, my Newfoundland, / My kingdom, safest when with one man mann’d”—you are filthy, sir!). Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions even contains lines about how ironic it is that God struck him with an illness to punish him for his sins, condemning him to the very bed where he had committed so many of them.




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