Wednesday, November 03, 2004

Though they go mad they shall be sane/Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again

It is at times like these, when all else fails, that poetry alone can speak. The second stanza of Dylan Thomas's "And Death Shall Have No Dominion":

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.


  1. Farewell, a long farewell to all my greatness!
    This is the state of man: today he puts forth
    The tender leaves of hope; tomorrow blossoms,
    And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
    The third day comes a frost, a killing frost'
    And, - when he thinks, good easy man, full surely,
    His greatness is a-ripening, - nips his root,
    And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,
    Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
    This many summers in a sea of glory;
    But far beyond my depth: my high blown pride
    At length broke under me; and now has left me,
    Weary and old with service to the mercy
    Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
    Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye:
    I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched
    Is that poor man who lives on princes' favours!
    There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
    That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
    More pangs and fears than wars or women have:
    And when he falls he falls like Jupiter,
    Never to hope again.

    -Wolsey, Henry VIII

    Why did Bush win? Because Republicans don't read tragedy.

  2. Our work is over the scribbled phrases the nights typing releases the
    smell of the printshop the sharp reek of newprinted leaflets the rush
    for Western Union stringing words into wires the search for stinging
    words to make you feel who are your oppressors america.

    America our nation has been beaten by strangers who have turned our
    language inside out who have taken the clean words our fathers spoke
    and made them slimy and foul.

    all right we are two nations.

    - John Dos Passos