Author: Lancelot Schaubert

  • 46 @ 23: Spring Perfume (#7)

    Once upon a time, I read that the perfect age for writing quality poetry is twenty-three. Apparently most of T.S. Elliot’s stuff came out then, the rest having to do with prose. I realized January 19ththat I will turn twenty-four in three months, and since I started writing some poems before it’s too late: forty-six…

  • 46 @ 23: Eighth Day (#8)

    Once upon a time, I read that the perfect age for writing quality poetry is twenty-three. Apparently most of T.S. Elliot’s stuff came out then, the rest having to do with prose. I realized January 19ththat I will turn twenty-four in three months, and since I started writing some poems before it’s too late: forty-six…

  • 46 @ 23: Nine Crimes (#9)

    Once upon a time, I read that the perfect age for writing quality poetry is twenty-three. Apparently most of T.S. Elliot’s stuff came out then, the rest having to do with prose. I realized January 19ththat I will turn twenty-four in three months, and since I started writing some poems before it’s too late: forty-six…

  • 46 @ 23: Author (#10)

    Once upon a time, I read that the perfect age for writing quality poetry is twenty-three. Apparently most of T.S. Elliot’s stuff came out then, the rest having to do with prose. I realized January 19ththat I will turn twenty-four in three months, and since I started writing some poems before it’s too late: forty-six…

  • 46 @ 23: The Styrofoam Cup (#11)

    This one goes out to Lauren, for the absurdity inherent within. Once upon a time, I read that the perfect age for writing quality poetry is twenty-three. Apparently most of T.S. Elliot’s stuff came out then, the rest having to do with prose. I realized January 19ththat I will turn twenty-four in three months, and…

  • 46 @ 23: Rime of the Doddering Guru (#12)

    Once upon a time, I read that the perfect age for writing quality poetry is twenty-three. Apparently most of T.S. Elliot’s stuff came out then, the rest having to do with prose. I realized January 19ththat I will turn twenty-four in three months, and since I started writing some poems before it’s too late: forty-six…

  • 46 @ 23: Thirteen to None (#13)

    Once upon a time, I read that the perfect age for writing quality poetry is twenty-three. Apparently most of T.S. Elliot’s stuff came out then, the rest having to do with prose. I realized January 19ththat I will turn twenty-four in three months, and since I started writing some poems before it’s too late: forty-six…

  • 46 @ 23: Dr. Robert Lowery in Memorandum (#14)

    Once upon a time, I read that the perfect age for writing quality poetry is twenty-three. Apparently most of T.S. Elliot’s stuff came out then, the rest having to do with prose. I realized January 19ththat I will turn twenty-four in three months, and since I started writing some poems before it’s too late: forty-six…

  • 46 @ 23: Her Favorite Outfit (#15)

    Once upon a time, I read that the perfect age for writing quality poetry is twenty-three. Apparently most of T.S. Elliot’s stuff came out then, the rest having to do with prose. I realized January 19ththat I will turn twenty-four in three months, and since I started writing some poems before it’s too late: forty-six…

  • Kvothe’s Sex Life Part 2: Felurian & The Adem

    Well, gang, here we go again. Last time, I talked on Kvothe’s Sex Life, I had only finished NOTW and started WMF. Having finished WMF, I got a flurry of questions about sex and literature. Spoilers below. After a romp through the rainy tent-sheets, Kvothe comes out the other side of the enemy encampment saying…

  • Kvothe and Felurian :: Felurian’s Metre

    Kvothe and Felurian :: Felurian’s Metre

    The following poem works backwards from the obvious rhyme schema on page 657 of Wise Man’s Fear. In the scenes between Kvothe and Felurian, Felurian speaks in a meter all her own …and Kvothe picks up on this practice later, as he grows his intimate “knowing” of Felurian’s world. I have cut it off before it spoils anything,…

  • Kingkiller Alchemy: Refining Kvothe

    I read the opening lines of Wise Man’s Fear: “dawn was coming.” At first, seeing that WMF’s prologue read as a one-page metaphor of a three-part silence, I thought he actually copied and pasted the thing. I didn’t mind it, in fact it set the tone well for WMF. But then, halfway through the reading,…