One of my earliest poems. Would you believe I wrote it at sixteen?
I have not had the time to tend my website for a long while. During this winter and spring I have been immersed in the task of completing my MA thesis. The title is “Romantic Attitudes and Aesthetic Strategies in Cormac McCarthy’s No Country for Old Men, The Counsellor and The Road“. It is an account and analysis of McCarthy’s expression of the Romantic attitudes to death, life and materialism and the application and effect of bildung and Romantic irony and allegory in his recent works.
I have received an A for my efforts, so I am singularly pleased. That’s one – very significant – item I can check off on my list. Having, finally, completed my education is not only a reward in itself, but a confirmation and validation of my ability and the obstinacy with which I have pursued it, despite the challenge, I have had to face during my student years, in the form of chronic pain.
Of course, with this result, invariably I must ask myself – PhD?
I have two younger brothers, Andreas and Johannes, respectively seven and ten years younger than myself. Ask me who or what is dearest to me and I shall name them. This post is dedicated to them.
Invariably, when I think of my brothers a particular song comes to mind; “My Brother” by Terry Scott and Mitch Murray. The song dates back from the 1950s when my own parents were children. As a child, it was among my favourite songs on my favourite record, a compilation called “All Aboard”, released in 1979 by EMI Records.
“Phorr, there’s something funny round ‘ere. What is it? Oh, it’s you… come ‘ere and sit down. You’re gonna ‘ave the truth told about you and put on record”