Here’s a movie about poetry. And romance. Also Romantic Poetry. Specifically it’s about John Keats and Fanny Brawne and their young, star-crossed love. Click here for an interesting discussion of the movie, including what of “real life” the film conveniently leaves out. (Does Romanticism conveniently ignore parts of “real life” as well? Hmm…) Also interesting is this idea: contemporary romantic films — indeed, our conventional notions of contemporary romance in general — owe(s) a lot to a group of earnest/breathless young poets (e.g., Keats and the, uh, Romantics) who lived in England (among other places) a couple hundred years ago. So. Yeah. What’s up with that?
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CW @ ASFA 
yeah, i have to say. i just spent most of the period reading about keats’ and shelly’s lives. how odd to be held away from marraige by the financial situation of being a writer. and shelley? that damn boat. what was he doing?
any why, for god’s sake, is the best work produced when they’re dying? is that something about the despiration and deprivation of beauty that we know so that wefind some other?
OH. AND “TO FANNY”.
WHAT’S ALL THAT ABOUT.
i read it like three times and almost passed out and still don’t understand it all. his /last/ poem? that makes me shudder.
With Keats there was also the pesky little problem of already being married to somebody else…
Or excuse me…did I say Keats. I meant Shelley. Or is it Keats. Ah…tomato, tomahto…let’s call the whole thing off…