The Romantics

A few days ago, there was a busker in my vicinity playing the pan flute for a good two hours. There’s just something about the pan flute – you hear it, and after about 10 minutes thoughts like ‘lets grow a herb garden’ or ‘lets quit my job, join a naturalist community and live in the rainforest’ just spring to mind.

I’m mentioning this intense pan flute solo which flooded my ear-hole because after I resisted the urge to live amongst the trees, it reminded me of my favourite thing about the romanticism movement.

Romanticism was a particular mood in the 19th century within poetry, literature and artistic expression in general. Emerging as a reaction to the Enlightenment, romanticism can be defined as a longing to revert back to a nostalgic version of the past. As an ideal, it was centered around a deep reverence for nature, beauty, imagination, the personal and the sublime.

Now my favourite thing to happen within romanticism isn’t a particular piece of literature or a poem: it’s a very first-world thing romantic poet and philosopher, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, did.

Coleridge, bless him, is pretty much what I’d be like if I was a contestant on Survivor. What happened was he had bought some land and  was persuading like-minded people to join him in creating a small utopia – where they would all work the land, share their property and rule themselves. But the idea was abandoned due to Coleridge’s unwillingness to give up his own property or live without his servants – comparable to someone impulsively ordering a tent they don’t actually want after watching Into the Wild while they’re drunk.

I mean come on Colerigde! Nobody heard Rousseau having a big girly whinge when he crossed the Alps alone on foot.

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Remembering Being Not That Into Twilight

As you get older you do get slightly cooler than your teenage self – photos of  literally every haircut I fashioned in High School is testament to that. So if you were a huge Twilight fan-girl with a delightful Edward shrine I’m not going to hold it against you. And even if you stand by that decision and still love Twilight, to each is own – I respect your choice, and I promise to do the right thing and only laugh at you behind your back.

Anyway, because the target audience for Twilight has since grown up it may be hard to remember a time when it was actually very popular. Its funny thinking about it: friends from High School who I know adored those books, now make fun of the series, and I’ll just think to myself ‘Dude!!! where was that attitude back in 2008 when I needed you the most?’

I remember back in the day when we were all fifteen, and I was the weirdo for thinking Twilight looked like horseshit. My only ally was Tay – then being the complete Judas that she is, she came back to school, after a few days of being away sick, having read the entire series and completely in love with it (I do love you Taylor, but you are a bastard).

I don’t know what point I’m trying to make with this little reminiscence is, its great when your friends finally decide to hate the same things you do? I’ve never actually read the book and I’m only jumping to the conclusion that it wasn’t for me. Maybe there was a potential Twilight fan inside all along that never had a chance (not bloody likely, but maybe).