the other cheek
i love the people
who mistake glum soullessness
for some dark glamour
posted by demetri @ 10:17 AM
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Friday, May 19, 2006
who mistake glum soullessness
for some dark glamour
7 Comments:
Is this autobiographical? I always take your glum soullessness as deep concentration or confusion.
dark glamour, ryan, get it right. by the way, i just listened to that kfw lisbon recording--holy moly
No one says holy moly anymore btw. We wouldn't want to alienate our younger audience old man.
gee wilikers
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees -
Those dying generations - at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
Who does his beats? Is that from the Ghostface record?
dj lallas. (hoho haha. really, i'm just trying to lay some learning on this young, hypothetical audience you keep invoking)
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