Have you guys read Swinburne? He’s a brilliant but erratic poet about whom many slanderous lies were spread while he lived, including, I believe, that he used to fornicate with a monkey. Or did he spread that lie himself in order to enrage polite society? Either way, he was a figure of scandal and intemperate substance abuse, and wrote some incredible poetry along the way. If you haven’t read his Dolores, you really should. Here is a sample to whet your appetite if you find yourself dragging your feet:

O garment not golden but gilded,
O garden where all men may dwell,
O tower not of ivory, but builded
By hands that reach heaven from hell;
O mystical rose of the mire,
O house not of gold but of gain,
O house of unquenchable fire,
Our Lady of Pain!