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	<title>Comments on: The Great War &amp; Modern Enchantment</title>
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	<description>Middlebrow is not the solution</description>
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		<title>By: Peggy</title>
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		<dc:creator>Peggy</dc:creator>
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		<description>There is an impressive installation/environment in Second Life about WWI poetry, sponsored by Oxford University.  For Dulce et decorum est (for one example), there is a slideshow with Owens&#039; handwritten notes for the poem, someone reading it aloud, a WWI vet&#039;s account (from the recorded archives) about his first mustard gas attack, where they didn&#039;t even know what was happening to them (!!!!), and a swarm of words from both the poem, the account, and reports of the day, that permeated the trenches and bombed out landscape  like weather, along with a poisonous green mist.  Describing it makes it sound too literal; apologies, it was better than that.  

&quot;Entrenched, over the top, no man&#039;s land; an enhanced sense of irony, a suspicion of sentimentality, and an overrun of euphemism - in many ways, this conflict wrote the world we live in.&quot;  Some pix, links, and my travel tale here: http://pseudoreality.typepad.com/</description>
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<p>&#8220;Entrenched, over the top, no man&#8217;s land; an enhanced sense of irony, a suspicion of sentimentality, and an overrun of euphemism &#8211; in many ways, this conflict wrote the world we live in.&#8221;  Some pix, links, and my travel tale here: <a href="http://pseudoreality.typepad.com/" rel="nofollow">http://pseudoreality.typepad.com/</a></p>
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