Covid Poem
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Covid Poem
by Reb Wed 1 Apr 2020 - 2:01
From a retired hockey player...Ken Dryden.
I think it's a good benchmark for the level of absurdity and trash.
https://nationalpost.com/entertainment/books/ken-dryden-poem-covid-19
I think it's a good benchmark for the level of absurdity and trash.
https://nationalpost.com/entertainment/books/ken-dryden-poem-covid-19
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Re: Covid Poem
by Hobb Wed 1 Apr 2020 - 13:09
Moral panics give official license to the Drama Queens... and it was high-school stuff .... it didn't even rhyme!
Let's let the poets do poetry, not neolib jocks in 'moral panic' mode....
The wish, that of the living whole
No life may fail beyond the grave,
Derives it not from what we have
The likest God within the soul?
Are God and Nature then at strife,
That Nature lends such evil dreams?
So careful of the type she seems,
So careless of the single life;
That I, considering everywhere
Her secret meaning in her deeds,
And finding that of fifty seeds
She often brings but one to bear,
I falter where I firmly trod,
And falling with my weight of cares
Upon the great world's altar-stairs
That slope thro' darkness up to God,
I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope,
And gather dust and chaff, and call
To what I feel is Lord of all,
And faintly trust the larger hope.
'So careful of the type?’ but no.
From scarped cliff and quarried stone
She cries, ‘A thousand types are gone:
I care for nothing, all shall go.
‘Thou makest thine appeal to me:
I bring to life, I bring to death:
The spirit does but mean the breath:
I know no more.’ And he, shall he,
Man, her last work, who seem’d so fair,
Such splendid purpose in his eyes,
Who roll’d the psalm to wintry skies,
Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer,
Who trusted God was love indeed
And love Creation’s final law–
Tho’ Nature, red in tooth and claw
With ravine, shriek’d against his creed –
Who loved, who suffer’d countless ills,
Who battled for the True, the Just,
Be blown about the desert dust,
Or seal’d within the iron hills?
No more? A monster then, a dream,
A discord. Dragons of the prime,
That tare each other in their slime,
Were mellow music match’d with him.
O life as futile, then, as frail!
O for thy voice to soothe and bless!
What hope of answer, or redress?
Behind the veil, behind the veil.
Many know the "red in tooth and claw" line but I get goosebumps reading the part where Nature appears in front of a quarry face full of fossils and says, "I don't give a fuck about individuals - and now the fossil-record shows I never gave a fuck about species (types) either!"
That's hardcore. Like all neoliberals, Dryden can only produce a dusty fart when called to create. Egotism is the real plague - people so deep in their own egos that they don't realize how ridiculous this all looks.
Death/Nature does come and knock down all illusions
but "covid-19" ain't the avatar of global death, it seems "impressed" by adequate response..
The whole world is "unimpressed" by the response of capitalism (business as usual then massive over-production). Witness Woolsey's tears over the US 'losing the disinformation wars'.
Let's let the poets do poetry, not neolib jocks in 'moral panic' mode....
Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam (1850)
The wish, that of the living whole
No life may fail beyond the grave,
Derives it not from what we have
The likest God within the soul?
Are God and Nature then at strife,
That Nature lends such evil dreams?
So careful of the type she seems,
So careless of the single life;
That I, considering everywhere
Her secret meaning in her deeds,
And finding that of fifty seeds
She often brings but one to bear,
I falter where I firmly trod,
And falling with my weight of cares
Upon the great world's altar-stairs
That slope thro' darkness up to God,
I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope,
And gather dust and chaff, and call
To what I feel is Lord of all,
And faintly trust the larger hope.
'So careful of the type?’ but no.
From scarped cliff and quarried stone
She cries, ‘A thousand types are gone:
I care for nothing, all shall go.
‘Thou makest thine appeal to me:
I bring to life, I bring to death:
The spirit does but mean the breath:
I know no more.’ And he, shall he,
Man, her last work, who seem’d so fair,
Such splendid purpose in his eyes,
Who roll’d the psalm to wintry skies,
Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer,
Who trusted God was love indeed
And love Creation’s final law–
Tho’ Nature, red in tooth and claw
With ravine, shriek’d against his creed –
Who loved, who suffer’d countless ills,
Who battled for the True, the Just,
Be blown about the desert dust,
Or seal’d within the iron hills?
No more? A monster then, a dream,
A discord. Dragons of the prime,
That tare each other in their slime,
Were mellow music match’d with him.
O life as futile, then, as frail!
O for thy voice to soothe and bless!
What hope of answer, or redress?
Behind the veil, behind the veil.
wiki wrote:"In Memoriam A.H.H." is a poem by the British poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson, completed in 1849. It is a requiem for the poet's beloved Cambridge friend Arthur Henry Hallam, who died suddenly of a cerebral haemorrhage in Vienna in 1833, aged 22. It contains some of Tennyson's most accomplished lyrical work, and is an unusually sustained exercise in lyric verse. It is widely considered to be one of the greatest poems of the 19th century.
Many know the "red in tooth and claw" line but I get goosebumps reading the part where Nature appears in front of a quarry face full of fossils and says, "I don't give a fuck about individuals - and now the fossil-record shows I never gave a fuck about species (types) either!"
That's hardcore. Like all neoliberals, Dryden can only produce a dusty fart when called to create. Egotism is the real plague - people so deep in their own egos that they don't realize how ridiculous this all looks.
Death/Nature does come and knock down all illusions
but "covid-19" ain't the avatar of global death, it seems "impressed" by adequate response..
The whole world is "unimpressed" by the response of capitalism (business as usual then massive over-production). Witness Woolsey's tears over the US 'losing the disinformation wars'.
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