Full Stop Web Editor (also my bff) Eric Jett and I spent much of our Sophomore year at college reducing a great deal of pre-20th century Romantic and lyric poetry to crass jokes about lovin’ ladies (We wrote WWJD — Women Want John Donne — on our fridge that year and were very pleased with ourselves). But there was a special place in our heart for John Keats (whom we still refer to as “Keats Keats Keats” a la Lil’ Jon’s tired but delightfully foul “skeet skeet skeet” — again, very pleased with ourselves) because, well, who could blame us? Keats had a rapper’s bravado (“I was never afraid of failure; for I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest”) and, of course, found the “principle of beauty in all things.” Yesterday I gazed upon Keats’ gravestone for the first time — okay, I gazed upon a .jpeg of Keats’ gravestone — and fell in love all over again. “Here Lies One Whose Name was writ in Water.”
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