By Ryan Quinn Flanagan I got to be honest. I never liked Yeats. An Irishman who doesn’t dig Yeats, what sacrilege! Well, a Canadian-Irishman anyways. And maybe it is that geographical distance which allows for a more honest literary distance as well. Yeats always seemed so sad to me; the eternal victim covering himself in … Continue reading Yeats, and why I choose to laugh
Academy of the Heart And Mind 