How do we get the young generation interested in the classics, you ask? I know you ask, because you ask me this a lot. Well, simply by adding the word Nasty to the title.
Nasty Candide by Voltaire
The Nasty Odyssey by Homer
Paradise Nasty by Milton
Discourse on the Nasty Method of Rightly Conducting the Nasty Reason, and Seeking Truth in Nasty Sciences by Descartes
Round 2, a little more modern:
Heart of Nasty by Conrad
The Nasty Awakening by Chopin
Great, Nasty Expectations by Dickens
The Nasty Color Purple by Walker
Little, Nasty Women by Alcott
The Age of Nasty by Wharton
Nasty Ulysses by Joyce
The Importance of Being Nasty by Wilde
"Paradise Nasty" by Milton sounds like a reality TV show. And "Heart of Nasty" by Conrad is like the tag line The Bachelore on ABC.
I'm going to go out on a limb and suggest that poets never do this to their titles:
Don't Let Me Be Nasty by Rankine
Tender, Nasty Buttons by Stein
Some Values of Landscape and Nasty by Gizzi
Happily Nasty by Hejinian
Sleeping with the Nasty by Mullen
Nasty Daddy by Plath
Beginning Nasty by Wright
A Sort of Nasty Song by Williams
Fire and Nasty by Frost
He Held Nasty Light by Ammons
In a Station of the Nasty by Pound
Oh, now I feel very dirty for doing that. Sorry. Everyone should want to read those poetry books without the nasty (although I don't think Plath's Daddy needs a Nasty in front of it anyways). They are all nasty in their own right.
I might get in trouble for putting this photo up but...this is what happens when poets go to the museum:
Clearly it is time for my lunch break:
The panda's are grousing. Or they are trying to warm their noses. You can ask Ana B-B because she made my day by sending me this photo a while ago. And I compulsively feel the need to share it with everyone I love.