Monday, April 11, 2011

D: Dissertation

Let us go then, you and I,
when the evening is spread out against the sky
like a grad student etherised upon a table
because her dissertation has triumphed
and her brain has oozed out of her nostrils
and she can say nothing but "Eliot both accepts
and critiques the societal norms of the early twentieth century,
Eliot both accepts and critiques the societal norms of the
early twentieth century..."

Sample sentence: Dante would put the dissertation in the eighth level of hell.


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