>friend puts a laurel wreath on his head at dinner while they're drunk fricking around
>immediately writes a poem about how cool this made him feel
>some women show up to the party, friend takes off his own wreath, Keats adamantly refuses, writes another poem about how hot he found the girls
>regrets his conduct as soon as they leave
>immediately writes a third poem bemoaning how foolish he was for wearing a wreath on his head in public and "dishonoring Apollo"
Did Keats have aspergers or something?
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Most famous writers were probably autistic tbh
Considering on how everything even minimally analytical or divergent in perspective gets labeled "spectrum" this is probably vacuously true of everyone who has ever done anything of value.
>thinking some shitpost on a Mongolian Basket Weaving forum is some grand representation of society at large
Keats is widely considered the foremost genius of the English romantics, so one must take that into consideration when attempting to assess his character.
Has he bounced back to the top within my lifetime? He was always considered the lesser of the Romantics, but now it seems he's back in vogue. Is that just because Byron, Shelley and Blake are incomprehensible to the BookTok community?
He was far too genuine for us to understand. It was a greater time.
true
I'm gonna try to resurrect this guy as a high fidelity AI simulation, that way we can ask him
Will he watch from a neurally implanted chip as his short stack gf reaches the height of orgasm from the pounding of a perverted satyr who's as hung as he is despicable? I don't see the point if he doesn't
Why did janny delete that excellent post. I came back to read it again. Fricking Black person janny
what was the gist?
Modern people being unable to understand the purity of experience people had in times older times
he probably got banned because of some other thread and mods deleted all his posts
Which poems are these?
No, but he was an ugly manlet. If he were Chad and did what he did, the girls would have stayed, in his bed, and he wouldn't have bemoaned anything, but then we wouldn't have his good art, his poetry, because there would be no pain. That's what art is: pain transformed into beauty.
Yes he did, if you read him you will know.
Which three poems, OP? I want to read them.
I'm beginning to suspect that we may have been rused.
Post the poems b***h
He's literally me
Neat. Thanks.
For those calling you a liar I refer them to the first google result:
https://allpoetry com/Hymn-To-Apollo