pretties

My garter(s) came today! They are ever so beautiful and look even better than they did on the internet. I was so excited that I literally tried one on (the keeping one) in my car in the parking lot of the PUC mail room... yes, I am a dork. =) (Luckily I was wearing a skirt, otherwise that could have been an athletic event.)

Speaking of pretties, we're reading Yeats in my Modern British Lit class. My previous experience with him has been pretty much limited to The Second Coming (actually, getting ready this morning, I had the first stanza stuck in my head:

Turning and turning in the widening gyre / The falcon cannot hear the falconer / Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold / Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world

... but I think that's because it's the intro to the book Things Fall Apart by Achebe that I've read several times.)

Right now we're reading his earlier work, which is very Irish and Celtic-centered, with all of the pagan supernatural faeryland trimmings that entails, and I love it. Take The Stolen Child, for instance. The descriptions are so rich and beautiful you can almost see Ireland. Now, this may because I love all things Irish and Celtic, but I greatly enjoyed this section of the book.

However, when we were asked to discuss the poems we'd read in class, there was silence (even from me, but that's because I'm shy, not because I didn't like the poems.) Eventually someone said: "eh, they were kinda cute. I mean, that's nice." The teacher agreed that the 'good' stuff would start after Yeats got into his 50's. Well, I'm obviously no great Yeats scholar so maybe his work does get even more amazing, but that doesn't degrade his previous writings, does it? At least, I don't think so. I think I'll go out and buy a book of Yeat's early work and enjoy it all on my lonesome.