I did this multimodal riff based on a single stanza of Wordsworth’s “The Tables Turned” which might just be the core of Romanticism. The work was inspired by Sarah Honeychurch’s post here that is a much deeper textual explication. Maybe you could read before you watch the zeega below. Please.
Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;Our meddling intellectMis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:—We murder to dissect.