Celtic Studies (04/19)

[godinakilt.livejournal.com]

He finally managed to get this lesson together, after going through several copies of various books of poetry. What the mimoths could possibly need with that much shredded paper, he would never know. "Today we'll begin our unit on Scottish poetry. Pay attention."

He went on to lecture on the two different classes of poets and bards, the traditional bardic clans, and then went on to outline the rann direach - precise/exact verse - in depressingly minute detail. He listed every one of the numerous technical elements to the perfect poem, including the number of syllables, assonance, chiming, internal rhyme schemes, even the classes of the vowels. Even the most diligent of students' eyes would glaze over somewhere before the third example.

The mun knows she did.

[[Sorry for the late. Time ran away from me. No OCD threads today. Feel free to nap through class, although Cammie might take it personally.]]

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[sea-incarnadine.livejournal.com]

Macbeth signs in, sits down, and pays attention. Thorough attention. Painstakingly thorough attention.

Until his mind wanders and he returns to scribbling plans for world domination in the margins of his notes.

But it was nice to be in a class that he understood because he's supposed to be speaking in painstakingly regulated Shakespearean sonnet, so he has a certain flair for poetry.