I seem to have this compulsive issue whereby I submit paper proposals to conferences without looking at when (or HOW SOON) the conference will be held. I just think: conference, yes, I love conferences. I am so very interested in all those topics. Click! and off we go. Thus: I will be giving a preliminary screening of my NASSR paper at Endnotes, UBC's Graduate English End-of-the-Year Shebang. It is on April 16th which is so so so soon. I started looking at my paper again today and was like, Egads! in my most eighteenth-century British exclamatory voice.
My paper is entitled:
The Singularity of Listening: William Wordsworth's "Power of Music" and the Impossibility of the Gift
So get excited for some WW. And finally, here is a teaser quote, from Ovid, which is inspiring. It is describing the death of Orpheus.
His torn limbs
were scattered in strange places. Hebrus then
received his head and harp--and, wonderful!
While his loved harp was floating down the stream,
it mourned for him beyond my power to tell.
His tongue though lifeless, uttered a mournful sound
—Ovid, Metamorphosis: Book 11, Orphei Mors
