This time it's the television. Couple days ago the water was out. Everyday the electricity goes out. The drivers are on strike. The phone company is on strike. SAT3 link is down. The government officials have stolen all the money. The port is backlogged. The headmaster wants money to release transcripts. At the market the bigger boys beat up the small ones and steal their tips. The universities are in a state of collapse. The consulate's car has been robbed on the expressway. The Chinese have bought the copper mine for the price of a few hospitals. The olympic torch is a source of riots. Chelsea is out of the premier league championship. Bobby Fisher is dead. George Bush is alive. Bar beach is eroding away. The pool is full of bugs. They don't make that kind of light bulb anymore.
The Second Coming, William Butler Yeats (excerpt)
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
3 comments:
Beauty is not a superficial form
Each has their own in essential nature
And in the actions they perform
Until the dissolution of their life
To leave beauty’s impressions in our hearts
Yesterdays beauty never leaves or departs.
Beauty is all around
Each and every place it may be found
As you look with open eyes
Upon the forms that nature makes
Then man seeks to imitate
Yearning to match that beauty all around.
Beauty if you cannot find
Beauty must be in mind
Beauty is in purity
Beauty of simplicity
Beauty runs right through and through
Beauty in me, and them, and you.
Beauty, beauteous, beautiful
Beauty in heaven
Beauty in fire
Beauty in earth
And finally beauty in a simple verse.
David Taylor
So, dueling poetry eh? I admit my post was pretty dark and I did appreciate your comment. Nice way to get smacked up side the head which I sorely needed.
I should have included the fact that this month is the 50th anniversary of the publication of "Things Fall Apart" by Chinua Achebe. That's where I got the theme. Even after all this time it's still a good read.
Just wanted to lighten the mood.
Always two sides to every coin, just a matter of what side you look.
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