My introduction to the poems of Alfred Tennyson came at the hands of Lucy Maud Montogomery, who was given to portentously invoking "crossing the bar" as a euphemism for "dying of old age," and whose Emily books gave me the notion that real poets wore diaphanous gowns and acted like tranced-out manic-depressive seeresses when they weren't busy being total cockteases, an idea which held poisonous sway over my mind until I was at least twenty, and which the legacy of Alfred himself did little to dispel.As I previously mentioned, I memorized a few Tennyson poems when I was a hot thirteen-year-old--I mean, I never hung a poster of "The Lady of Shalott" in my room or anything, but I probably would have if I had thought of it. Come to think of it, I never hung any posters on my walls at all, which is testament to the inborn poverty of imagination that plagues me to this very day. At any rate, Baron, your party begins now.
Biographical Resources
- Tennyson: An Overview
- The Tennyson Page
- Brief Biography
- More Biographical Trivia: "Tennyson suffered from extreme short-sightedness -- without a monocle he could not even see to eat"
- Tennyson Portraits and Illustrations--the number of Tennyson portraits floating around on the web means we have no excuse not to insert his floating grizzled head into every single picture we draw
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I would LOVE to do an Alfred Lord Tenny Tenny contest--I'm sad we never got to do one for Hart. I think I might switch things up this time, though, and ask people to submit drawings or photos for a particular line that I've chosen, and then have Elegant Choice pick the best one. The Waterhouse would be the perfect prize, too!
I'm just now getting back into the swing of things as well; it was impossible to draw with my fat hands for a while there. I also got totally absorbed in my new flex shaft and started to neglect my duties to the fucking muse, but no more.
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