CHAUCER'S PARSON'S TALE, 6 DECADES LATER.....IN A DIFFERENT CONTEXT AND RELEVANCE




Reading some 14th Century Chaucer 'Tales'....lines 416-419...of the Parson's righteous, abstemiously parsimonius story.. from The Canterbury Tales... I remembered the S13 Project Runway 'Rainway Challenge' and some furry, flouncy, feathery, muddy, train-dragging getups from this Season of PR Allstars........The designers could have taken some rather Medieval advice from an early English writer, I think........(with a translation into today's 'English') My reading the old post-Normon Conquest 'Tale' was instigated by my having lingered over some memories of sitting next to Johnny Lowe, recently deceased, in a Chaucer Class during our Sophomore year at Vanderbilt.....after which, Johnny moved toward 18th-19th C. English and American Novels and I, to 17th C. Metaphysical Poetry and English Language Morphology and Linguistics.......before abandoning 'lined' paper for sketchpads, double-weight Medalist Photo Paper and spiral ring-tablets....

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  1. vaporcloudAugust 20, 2023 at 2:18 PM

    "Yes, an ignorant man is always blessed, Who knows nothing but what he believes!.....So, fared a student, with knowledge of astronomy.....He walked in the fields to gaze upon the stars, to predict the future, until he fell into a clay pit....Not having seen it..." [The Miller's Tale...LINES 3455-3461]

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