tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19838051.post2667617300277667993..comments2024-01-28T22:16:50.852-06:00Comments on Mr. Dilettante’s Neighborhood: Turning and turningMr. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13920907647566015611noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19838051.post-30218177332118651772012-06-22T12:19:43.038-05:002012-06-22T12:19:43.038-05:00Ah yes, the inattentive falcon...an apt reference....Ah yes, the inattentive falcon...an apt reference.<br /><br />Turning and turning in the widening gyre <br />The falcon cannot hear the falconer; <br />Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; <br />Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, <br />The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere <br />The ceremony of innocence is drowned; <br />The best lack all conviction, while the worst <br />Are full of passionate intensity.<br /><br />Surely some revelation is at hand; <br />Surely the Second Coming is at hand. <br />The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out <br />When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi <br />Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert <br />A shape with lion body and the head of a man, <br />A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, <br />Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it <br />Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. <br />The darkness drops again; but now I know <br />That twenty centuries of stony sleep <br />Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, <br />And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, <br />Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?<br /><br />-- William Butler Yeats, January 1919Night Writernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19838051.post-2393762472648617782012-06-22T07:57:34.711-05:002012-06-22T07:57:34.711-05:00Epic FailEpic FailCousinDan 54915noreply@blogger.com