my class is supposed to start reading poems/short stories by Stephen Crane.why should i look forward to his work?
Well, you know he lived in the late 1800s, so you probably have an idea of what his poetry will sound like. Then you read some of it, and the effect is sort of like walking into what you think is going to be a prissy hair salon and being whacked over the head with a bunch of bananas wielded by a glow-in-the-dark green monkey from Jupiter. Crane's stuff is that weird. And I mean that in a good way.
