Today is the anniversary of the death of John Milton. If you don't know who John Milton is, then just go ahead and stop reading. Or continue. That's fine too. Milton and his little attempt at an epic poem, also known as Paradise Lost, was the bane of my existence during my final semester of my undergrad career. I sometimes think to myself, what would have happened if no one wanted to write down what he was saying? Is Milton really the author if he never actually WROTE anything? Why don't any of the scribes get notice? After all, they had to sit around and write down everything this old blind fellow decided to say. And that does not seem like a good time for anyone if you ask me.
Nonetheless, today is the anniversary of said blind man's death. He wrote an interesting piece of literature that I still wouldn't consider to be an "epic" as it is lacking some of the conventions necessary to be called such. Yet, it is a poem that I would suggest reading- just don't over analyze it. Take it at face value and enjoy the easy to quote lines. Use them in every day conversations to confuse people. Lord knows I do. And remember, that Milton may have "written" it, but he never saw a damn word of it.
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