john keats: anything wrong with him?
i hate the stereotype where periods overrun women with hormones and overrun them with emotions, but last night i literally cried thinking and reading about john keats. i feel so maternal to this guy, so naturally i tried to look up anything that might have given me the ick (usually not hard for authors of that era) and the only thing i found out was that he was often very possessive towards the end of his very short life, and much of his (very little) prejudice can be attributed to his youth.
he’s so childlike in his wonder and his life was so tragic, it’s genuinely such an inspiration that he overcame orphanhood, being robbed of his inheritance and such incredibly harsh criticism and instead became one of the best english writers ever. he even inspired oscar wilde and wilfred owen.
that’s not even to mention his concept of negative capability, and the sheer genius of his letters and the love he portrayed in them that made all of his friends support him, even in death when they paid for him to get better treatment in italy. i think my final straw was when he offered to end his engagement to fanny because he had no money and she refused, then spent her life after he died defending his work.
is there actually anything wrong with this guy!!???