And so it goes...

.......This is a blog where my other self exists in any number of the dimensions of Time and Space........... .

Saturday, 26 June 2010


My  cyber imaginary chum Garrison Keillor posted this up on his Writer's Almanac  on Yeat's Birthday  June 13th
and well if it was good enough for him then it is good enough for me..I first puzzled over this poem in room 20 Turramurra H.S. in 1972 for the HSC..I am a lot more comfortable with it  now... 9/11 and all that ..

The Second Coming

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.
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?
"The Second Coming" by William Butler Yeats. Public domain

this is room 20 as it looked in 2007 , still much the same as it did in 1972 when  Mrs Apps  was in nominal control.

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