O tempura, O morels
May. 21st, 2009 10:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceThis may be the end of civilisation as we know it, or at least of civilised discourse. If we lose our language, we lose the ability to think.
I have just watched a documentary about the history of the Poet Laureate. On the BBC. The BBC! And it was introduced by an announcer who spoke of "Poet Laureates", which is I think still a hanging offence; and they did that thing where famous lines of verse are not only read aloud but shown on screen as well, and when they came to Tennyson they offered us Their's not to reason why, their's but to do and die, which I think calls for self-immolation. Demands it, yea.
*is in despair*
I half think I ought to write an outraged letter, but, y'know. There's no point. They can't care, or they wouldn't let it happen...
I have just watched a documentary about the history of the Poet Laureate. On the BBC. The BBC! And it was introduced by an announcer who spoke of "Poet Laureates", which is I think still a hanging offence; and they did that thing where famous lines of verse are not only read aloud but shown on screen as well, and when they came to Tennyson they offered us Their's not to reason why, their's but to do and die, which I think calls for self-immolation. Demands it, yea.
*is in despair*
I half think I ought to write an outraged letter, but, y'know. There's no point. They can't care, or they wouldn't let it happen...