This is Byron writing about his life of intense and never-ending poetic passion:I can never get people to understand that poetry is the expression of excited passion, and that there is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?
By this rationale, we should be able to recognise the most passionate of persons by their state of disrepair. And, while we're quoting Byron, here he is describing John Keats:
Such writing is a sort of mental masturbation - he is always frigging his imagination. - I don't mean that he is indecent but viciously soliciting his own ideas into a state which is neither poetry nor any thing else but a Bedlam of vision produced by raw pork and opium.
I've just worked out what I'm having for lunch.
Bring on the bacon!
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Byron did a fair amount of frigging himself, mental or otherwise.
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Bahahahaha seconds before I read this I posted a status update that included the phrase "mental masturbation".
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