Today we were re-vivisted the notion of something that has sort of been touched on before, but not to the depth that happened today: that is, the redemptive power of Art. We--humanity--are able to whether through the most terrible things our own nature is able to offer because of the refuge of art. The argument has been prosented that this is exactly what the transformations in Ovid's Metaphorses truly are.
Mr. Sexson then put forth that there are two books equal to Ovid in this power: the complete works of William Shakespeare(which I don't know about counting as a single book, but that's not really the point) and James Joyce's Finnegans Wake. The latter is a book for quite some time I'd figured on never endeavoring to read(intellectual vanity notwithstanding)due to the simple fact that it is "unreadable". However, Mr. Sexson proposed something oddly reassuring: you don't have to understand it, you just have to feel it. I can follow that.
We also must pick out what we thought to be the five best lines from Metamorphoses for Friday. Can do, will do.