Fantasy Writers 1860

Chapter 101 Super Genius!

Poet Laureate was a title established by the royal family of the Britannian Empire. Historically, it was a position where kings and lords supported court poets to sing their praises and entertain the court. This title was passed down and gradually evolved into an honorary one.

Because it evolved into an honorary title rather than a fixed position, it could be left vacant. After the death of the previous poet laureate, the royal selection committee, adhering to the principle of "better to have none than a bad one," searched around and found that there was no poet in the Britannian literary world at the time who could convince the public and was worthy of this honor, so it was temporarily shelved.

Unexpectedly, this setback lasted for nearly sixty years.

Even now, most people have almost forgotten about it.

Dorian's stunning work just now awakened everyone's dormant memories.

But most people only had a vague thought about it, while Dickinson, after a rollercoaster of emotions, spoke her mind directly.

At first, she was really nervous. Dorian had never said that he could write poetry, nor had he ever published any poems. Yet he was going to recite original poems when he made his debut in the literary world. It was as if he was playing a joke on his fate in the literary world.

Although Dickinson doesn't like networking, she admits it's still important. If you don't want to network, you have to demonstrate exceptional talent and let your abilities speak for themselves. Even so, sometimes you still have to put on a show.

Fortunately, it seems that Dorian is also a super genius.

This poem is truly excellent. Even though it took him 10 years to write, it is still a top-notch masterpiece.

Moreover, this should be his first poem.

Based solely on the quality of this poem, Dickinson had a feeling that Dorian truly had a chance to compete for the title of "Poet Laureate" of the Empire.

Overjoyed to discover that the genius she had unearthed was even more talented than she had imagined, Dickinson couldn't help but blurt out her true feelings.

With a rich imagination, she even began to fantasize (or rather, fantasy is an essential ability for a writer), perhaps a hundred years from now, her own works will have been lost in the torrent of history, but her name will still be remembered for "discovering Dorian, this extraordinary genius writer"—

Although this means that his work has failed the test of time, even so, he might still achieve lasting fame.

Provoked by Dickinson's words, more and more people began to express their true thoughts: "Yes, the Poet Laureate, this position has been vacant for almost sixty years, I had almost forgotten about it —"

"This poem is so well written! I also think it's perfectly qualified as a candidate for the title of Poet Laureate!"

"This is just a newcomer, oh my god—"

"Perhaps we are actually witnessing history today? For the first time in sixty years, the laureate poet has entered the literary circle and recited his first work —"

Dorian was not surprised by this result at all.

Because the author of the poem he was reciting, Tennyson, was a poet laureate!

Historically, the English poet Alfred Tennyson succeeded William Wordsworth as Poet Laureate in 1850 and held the title for 42 years. However, when Dorian went to the library to check literary yearbooks and related materials, he discovered that such a person did not exist in this other world.

So I'm sorry, Lao Ding.

This poem is Tennyson's "Lochsley Hall." It begins by telling the story of a heartbroken young man's cynicism and sorrow, but then the scope suddenly rises dramatically, revealing a shocking vision that leaps directly from personal love to the historical process of all humankind.

What's even more remarkable is that when this poem was written, steam locomotives were just starting out, the Wright brothers invented the airplane nearly 70 years later, World War I was almost 80 years later, and the United Nations was not established until 110 years later.

Tennyson, relying solely on the intuition of a poet, not only foresaw modern aviation logistics, globalized trade, air warfare, the United Nations, and international law, but also accurately depicted the dialectical laws of human development: from prosperity to destruction, and then to unity. This prophetic, God-like perspective is extremely rare in the entire history of world literature.

"You have truly given me a wonderful surprise!" The Countess exclaimed excitedly, waving her ivory fan as she spoke. "I never expected that you would bring me such a stunning work—and I'm not afraid to admit it, but I am truly flattered that you chose to publish this poem in my literary salon."

Good-natured laughter erupted from the crowd.

Yes, for a poem of this caliber to be published for the first time in such a small literary salon is like a golden phoenix flying out of a chicken coop.

Dickins immediately rushed over, her eyes shining with excitement, and hugged Dorian: "By the goddess above, Dorian! You can even write poetry! And so well! Indeed, from the first time I saw your manuscript in the draft box, I knew you must also be an ultra-genius, just like me—"

Dorian: ?

This word just feels a little strange —

The young poet also stepped forward, his face flushed, breathing heavily, and his speech becoming somewhat stammering: "Mr. Dorian—your poetry is so excellent, I feel incredibly honored just to hear it live today—could you tell me how you wrote it?"

"In my opinion, all the articles were already there; I just happened to have a knack for it," Dorian said with a smile.

This was originally just a metaphor, but for Dorian now, it is absolutely true.

Everyone gasped in shock.

Upon closer examination, it seems to make some sense.

At the same time, the frustrated middle-aged poet calmed down, and his earlier rage and jealousy had vanished.

There's no other reason than the vast difference in skill level.

At first, he was filled with jealousy and resentment, thinking that Dorian's inspiration was just a chance burst, that he had accidentally come up with a few good lines of poetry, and that was all.

Everyone has fleeting moments of inspiration, but it's not easy to string them together into a coherent piece.

Only after Dorian finished reciting the entire poem did he have to face the fact that Dorian truly possessed great strength.

A poem of such high quality cannot be created by a few occasional bursts of inspiration; it must be the result of profound skill, extreme imagination, and exquisite inspiration—all three are indispensable.

And so, he felt at peace.

When others are slightly better than you, you feel jealous and resentful because you feel that if you had just a little more ability...

Luck or something else can be just as good as him, or even better.

But if this person is a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand times stronger than you, so much so that you can hardly catch up with them, so much so that you yourself believe that no matter how hard you try, how lucky you are, or how many opportunities you have, you will never be able to catch up with them, then jealousy will turn into admiration and worship.

Over the next few minutes, the atmosphere at the salon became even more relaxed.

Dorian became the focus of everyone's attention, and many people took the initiative to come and talk to him, trying to learn some creative secrets from this genius poet.

Just as everyone was immersed in the ocean of literature and enjoying themselves immensely, a sudden tremor shattered the tranquility.

The tremor wasn't strong, but it was very clear, as if something had exploded underground.

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling began to sway slightly, and the wine glasses on the table made a soft clinking sound.

"What's going on? Was it an earthquake?" someone exclaimed.

Dorian's expression changed.

Something must have happened at that auction, Lily's place!

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