How many bridges must we burn till we learn;
the "Leftfeild"




The Second Coming (1921)

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!


W.B yeats

Sunday 15th - but what time?

film starts at 19:30, hope to see you there :-)

Er, that's one of my all time favourite poem's you've just bowdlerized there. If you're going to quote poetry, at least do the poet the honour of quoting his piece in full rather than arbitrarily setting yourself up as editor. This isn't bloody Hollywood you know!

in full then...

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?


OK the second part is full of Yeat's usual dodgy Golden Dawn style imagery, but I quite like the "what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?". As usual, no apologies to christians whatsoever.

PB.

can anyone give me a copy of one of the poems by suheir hammad, in this film, teh one about the occupation of palestine , it goes a bit like "you do not know of occupation ..." and talks about what it is like to live in occupied land. I've tried looking fo rit on the net, didn't get anywhere.