Abstract I

Abstract I

Miss D and The Second Coming

 

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; a waste of desert sand;

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

Wind 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

Mirroring the Sky

Metamorphosis T-shirt Friday

Last Friday of the month and it’s time for Nurse Myra‘s T-shirt Friday.

Here’s my contribution for March.

Vortex

Silence

Silence

Bob and a Birdy and a Bunch of Ants

Bob and a Birdy and a Bunch of Ants

Bye Birdy

Bye Bye Birdy