Perhaps locked in the darkest corner of some castle... perhaps Thoor Ballyle. But nowhere our current flock of literary analists could get at him. None of those bastards have connected Harry Potter to Yeats' study of Irish folklore. Read "Fairy and Folk Tales of the Irish Peasantry" I think it should be freely avaliable from the guntenberg project by now.

And I'll end with what my life seems to be becoming:

quote:

...His eyes strayed> from the Abbey tower of the White Friars> and the town battlements to a row of> crosses which stood out against the sky> upon a hill a little to the eastward of the> town, and he clenched his fist, and shook> it at the crosses. He knew they were> not empty, for the birds were fluttering> about them; and he thought how, as like> as not, just such another vagabond as> himself was hanged on one of them...

It's a long read, but I believe you know how that one ends :(

IM BORED and i wanna play... BUT i cant' oh well.. TELL ME HOW TO POST PICS! :P Have fun playing while i cannot

Since you seem completely helpless... 1. Go to www.photobucket.com. Sign up. Upload an image. 2. Post the image here using: [code:1:755624f914][img](url of the image at photobucket here)[/img][/code:1:755624f914] 3. Slap yourself... hard.

A priest, a Pedifile, and a Rapist walk into a bar....

And that was just the first guy!

:P

Im still at work, and still bored. Sorry Ian but my knowladge of yeats resides mostly in giant eight headed beasts knocking over churches and heralding the end days...

Damn yous! How about Lord Byron? And... umm... who else do I have a book of around here... Poe? I'm afraid that's it. Unless you want to start in on Chaucer; even though I know you didn't read any of the canterbury tales during that stupid humanities class :)

Blah, chacuer was a cheap pimp. A low rent crazy hired by mean catholic thugs to ease the pain of the plague, fuck him and his old english. Now coleridge....there was a poet. he was a natural addict, a thoroughbred, created by chaos of the times and fueled by opium. Read kubla khan and tell me that man had a glimpse of sanity left inside him. Anyone with enough sense to ryme and follow any stylistic conventions has no place in poetry!

ok you crazy assholes.. i madew boredum to Entertain ME while i was at school... you guys talking about poets is annoying.. FIND another topic...

Thank you

You want a different topic, fine! I'm a little verklempt! Talk amongst yourselves... I'll give you a topic: Rhode Island, is niether a road or an island. Discuss!

Rhode island is the area in which

 Me, Myself, and Irene is filmed

:P