The Voice of Victorian “Longing like Despair”

Poetry by Matthew Arnold: Victorian song "Lust of despair" John Stuart Mill defines the Victorian era as "transition period". "Other modern thinkers have seen the major causes of deep thought and moral turmoil in this transformation, but this may in fact be explained as an individual's identity crisis." (R. A. Forsythe) Poet and Victorian literary and social critic Matthew Arnold came from a world completely redefined by industrialization and clearly expressed his deepest anxiety.

Despair really is the key to this election. Despair and fear. Desperately hoping for a neutral neo-liberal Democratic Party, he loses huge despair to Bernie, despairs the company's despair, despairs the inequality of wealth, and despairs the next hot destiny. For other groups of people, their desperate prejudices have a delusive history, recently being brainwashed by King Bigot and Shysters (relatively). For those of whom Mr. Trump has used this strong mixture of anxiety and hatred, he is an anti-human nucleus choice for the situation.

Desperate man is desperate for something. So it seems like a moment, but it is only a moment, true despair will appear at the same time, despair will appear in its essence. As he is hopeless in certain things, he really feels desperate for himself, and now he will get rid of himself ... So desperation for a particular thing is hopeless There is none. This is the beginning, or just as the doctor said he did not announce himself. The next step is to declare despair and despair yourself. Because the young girl craves love, she is anxious for her lover because he is dead, or because he is disfavored to her. This is not a declared despair; No, she is hopeless for herself. Try it and tell such a girl, "This art consumes you," you will hear her answer, "Oh, no, this torture is like this, I I can not do it. "

In the "savior" world of aid and development, the stories of people living in despair and tragedy are often irritated as "talk for silence" or "speak for people without anybody". A woman like Nivin crushed this story. In fact, she is not afraid of that statement, so it makes it very clear that we are people without words to express the tragedy. We live in an era when the contempt of the most vulnerable death tells the truth and the power of the world is (silently) silent. From Ghouta 's underground shelter - without fresh air, no sunshine and no food - waiting for the bomb to stop, only those who are waiting to return home are sleeping.