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,
William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
seems to me the next part even more relevant
ReplyDeleteThe 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
I must be one of the worst.
ReplyDelete;-)
Yeaaaaah, right there with ya.
ReplyDeleteGot more fired up than usual on the Gathering Storm this afternoon. I think AoW and WC were getting the tranquilizers ready...
(whether for them or me I'm not sure)
MR,
ReplyDeleteAll of us were fired up on TGS this week.
I started the show dragging my ass (damn kidney trouble making this the Summer of Suffering), but the longer we talked, the angrier I got at the so-called leaders we have.
Yeats is the perfect poet for our time.