Imagining of Literature

We talk about literature and its essence, trying to capture the inner secret of its Beauty and Truth. Here is a vain attempt to bridge interpretation and creativity.  Villanelle for two Somewhere in Drumcondra two are holding hands Dancing in the orange light of silent streets Nothing of themselves they do demand. Only the sense of midnight pleasure to command To roam the roads and their signs to read Somewhere in Drumcondra two are holding hands. Should they take a left or a right again? It matters least, for of choice they felt all freed. Nothing of themselves they do demand. Rows of moonstruck houses their wary eyes do scan 'To be lost with you' is the essence of the creed. Somewhere in Drumcondra two are holding hands. It is what they do, it is what they can To get entranced in a moment that should fleet. Nothing of themselves they do demand. To walk the streets and the hearts to mend In night's secrecy they sometimes m

                        The Politics of Vision and Love in Midsummer Night’s dream In an essay on Shakespeare Frank Kermode acknowledges that “the [Shakespeare] conversation must go on somehow, for when there is nothing more to say about the book the book dies, and the parasitical criticism dies with it”. It is this somewhat artificially sustained academic conversation about an author who has been so deeply and intensely studied that breeds into one a slight fit of doubt whether anything new and exciting could be added to the vast volume of Shakespeare criticism. Bearing it in mind, I have decided to let my own close-reading suggest the textual problems that would require interpretation in an attempt to stray away from simply echoing other people’s work. Love is a centralling force in Midsummer Night’s Dream - being the power that is requisite for unity and coherence it brings characters and even paralleling realms together. An autonomous presence, it can transform