Things Fall Apart

July 11, 2006 9:55 PM

Singing and guitar and clapping and beerbottle flute and self-reflection. I posted this to the old back in 2003.

posted by cortex (3 comments total) 1 user marked this as a favorite

The beer bottles were not very well tuned. Oh well.
posted by cortex at 9:56 PM on July 11, 2006

in your tags, did you mean to type "yeats" or "yeast?"

posted by chococat at 10:32 PM on July 11, 2006

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center 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.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

-- William Butler Yeats, January 1919
posted by sciurus at 4:42 AM on July 12, 2006

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