Some say that poetry can only speak of itself. I always thought this was a bit of a cop out. Of course it can only speak of itself– it’s fucking lyricism! But, in all seriousness, if there was poetry before the great classics, epics, then Sir Gawain and the Green Knight would be that great poem. Telling the tale of Sir Gawain as he dutifully rushes off to meet certain death, the flowing rhyme of the Alliterative Revival makes easy reading for this tired and true installment of the Arthurian mythos.