I ain't assuming anything, Hugh.
But I think you're a tad hard on the long-legged fly. You seem to forget
the girl dancing the steps she learned on the street. (She Caesar, too?)
I have a problem with crudely political dismissals of poetry like that.
It seems, well, anti-poetic, as if there's nothing else going on in the
poem. (Maybe a badge you would wear with pride?)
>With Yeats
>these utopian moments don't seem Republican or democratic.
Er, which silences? And which utopias? Still haven't worked out what
you mean, from what you've said. As it were. I'm tempted to say, oh, he
was just a mad mystic anyway, but... (Was Baudelaire insufficiently
Republican? I seem to remember he said some hard things about democracy.)
It's not the dislike of Yeats, it's the reductiveness in the argument
you're presenting. Maybe you could quote some Jameson on Yeats to
elucidate the subtleties.
Best
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