tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22992265.post8868983133142078641..comments2023-11-02T09:18:44.063-04:00Comments on Old English in New York: from the shores of Lake ErieMary Kate Hurleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14892991966276345782noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22992265.post-57669533673950731212007-07-09T15:55:00.000-04:002007-07-09T15:55:00.000-04:00I like this idea of an "Internal X" we bring to AS...I like this idea of an "Internal X" we bring to AS -- but I wonder if it isn't something a little more complex, not unlike your "internal island with knowledge of the coast". It's like a whole internal geography, wherein we map our our own, literary journeys -- partially shaped by our lives, and partially shaped by the books that intersect them. <BR/><BR/>Never heard of "Internal West" but those lines are lovely. There's a certain degree to which that sense of being able to hear something wrong -- it resonates (pun partially intended) with the way in which things we go back to after a long time away seem different. It's as though in our own internal geographies, the landscape changes as much as it is changed my the texts we navigate. <BR/><BR/>Makes me wonder what will happen the next time I return to the Wanderer.MKHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11773335756057041042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22992265.post-66808738694927896072007-07-07T11:50:00.000-04:002007-07-07T11:50:00.000-04:00A fitting 100th post! It reminds me that, elsewher...A fitting 100th post! It reminds me that, elsewhere, perhaps in "The Landscape of Anglo-Saxon England: Inherited, Invented, Imagined", Howe wrote about the way impressions of the landscape on the Anglo-Saxon eye were very different from the way we (post-Constable?) of imagining, invent and inhert - which is to say, construct - landscape.<BR/><BR/>Given MK's thoughts on Buffalo, I wonder what internal landscape we bring to the poems and prose we're reading from a distant period. I've been re-reading a favorite poem of mine, "Internal West" by Priscilla Becker, with the beautiful lines <BR/><BR/>It's been so long since I heard <BR/>bells, I thought at first<BR/>I heard them wrong. <BR/><BR/>So here's my question: what's our Internal [Fill in Blank] that we bring to the Anglo-Saxon age? Mary Kate's seems to be Internal Interior Lake. Mine's Internal Island with Knowledge of Coast, I think. Others?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com