Filk: Bad Sue Crystallas

Sung, of course, to the tune of 'Good King Wenceslas'.

( Bad Sue Crystallas )

Me? No life. Just so you know.

Dear Mr. Milton,

I love you. I really do. You're on my Top Three Blind Poets list. (Why are all these epic poets blind? Does it give them time to catalogue all their ships/describe Hell's geography in detail?) Your work is wonderful, it rocks my socks. Although, I doubt you intended the effect of Satan's characterization to be the creation of a deep and abiding desire to give him a big hug and tell God to say sorry. Likewise, I doubt you intended me to reinterpret some of your words and passages so freely in the sense I did. Unfortunately, you wrote a deep and detailed work of literature, and I must go over it for subtext. I'm sure you can cope. So, anyway, much love.

However? The whole books-long exposition is not really the best style. I mean, really! How much 'As you know, God/Adam/Raphael...' do you think we want to read? Quite frankly, you'd have done a lot better to stick with the Satan angst and forget the detailed description of Heaven. Which was boring. And maybe the battle could have been summarized a trifle? Or the Creation? It took longer to read than to do, I dare say.

So, yeah. Lose the exposition, love the Adversary.

Much love,
Cygna.

Yes, I'm working through Paradise Lost again. It's all worth it for the Satan bits, and the other cute little snippets. Besides, tragic hero epic! W00t! Milton was writing a tragedy, both of Adam and of Satan, and he knew it. It rocks, it truly does.

Compelled toward creativity. Bye.