You study verse obsessively from childhood and, through an ingenious experimentation with meter and form, produce poetic works of unrivalled brilliance. Two-hundred years later, in a university seminar, a group of students discuss whether or not you were gay.
Actually, in this scenario I am the student arguing that: a) the poet was gay b) he also does not exist c) his text is only interesting insofar as it fits into a vast network of gayness, of which it is our job to discover and map
