I Got A Bad Feeling About This


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?

-W.B. Yeats

I was never much for poetry. The first time I read that poem it didn’t make sense to me. Now it does. Now it seems like a prophecy.

I got a bad feeling about this. I hope I’m wrong.

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33 Responses to I Got A Bad Feeling About This

  1. votermom says:

    This one is for the modern feminist:

    O Rose thou art sick.
    The invisible worm,
    That flies in the night
    In the howling storm:

    Has found out thy bed
    Of crimson joy:
    And his dark secret love
    Does thy life destroy.

    – William Blake

    • Myiq2xu says:

      This one was written about Obama:

      I met a traveller from an antique land
      Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
      Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
      Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
      And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
      Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
      Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
      The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
      And on the pedestal these words appear:
      `My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
      Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’
      Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
      Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
      The lone and level sands stretch far away”.

      Percy Bysshe Shelley

      • votermom says:

        Hillary at the hearing:

        On my wall hangs a Japanese carving,
        The mask of an evil demon, decorated with gold lacquer.
        Sympathetically I observe
        The swollen veins of the forehead, indicating
        What a strain it is to be evil.
        – Bertolt Brecht

  2. Myiq2xu says:

    When reading news and blogs these days it is abundantly clear that at least one side is insane. The problem isn’t which side to believe. My perceptions of reality and logic tell me which side is correct.

    But am I sane?

    • DandyTIger says:

      Progs these days are completely and utterly insane. Our problem is that the right is not exactly logical and stable either. Where we used to reside politically went off the cliff. They are falling to their death but think they’re ascending to the promised land instead.

      • cynic says:

        It’s the swinging of the pendulum. Normal Americans see it swinging too far left. Polls say that a majority of Dems are ok with Bernie the Socialist. They re-elected Obama.

        Morals and values are being thrown out the window. I joke with my friends that we should start a homeschool for our grandkids.

        • elliesmom says:

          I’d homeschool my grandkids in a heartbeat if we could work out the logistics. We settle for my being the online tutor for the crap my grandson gets assigned in school and the “enrichment” specialist.

          • Somebody says:

            I homeschooled my youngest until high school, she’s doing virtual high school and starts dual enrollment college courses next semester. It has been a wonderful experience, very intimidating early on but worth every minute of it.

            Homeschooling my grandkids is a different ball game, there are 3 of them very close in age and as much as my son really, really wants me to homeschool them I don’t think I have it in me. They wear me out. I might feel differently once they’re a little bit older and I don’t have two in diapers. I might also feel differently once my youngest is finished with school, she is after all my primary responsibility.

            I did preschool with my oldest grandchild, we have free pre-school in Florida but her mom couldn’t be bothered to take her. I was worried she’d be behind, so I worked double time when I started watching them to make sure she was ready and she was definitely ready and beyond! She started reading over the summer and actually was doing carry over addition before she started reading, she’s a natural with math like her father!

            I’m proud to say she’s the top kindergarten student at her school. Six weeks into the school year they started giving her first grade work. My son was so proud at open house to see his baby’s name at the top. The kindergarten theme is “We’re Blasting Off” and each child has a rocket ship with their name on it. My son had tears of pride in his eyes as he rushed in the door to tell me granddaughter’s rocket ship was at the top in each academic category, WAY above everyone else. He thanked me profusely and hugged me, then begged me to reconsider homeschooling her.

          • elliesmom says:

            I was the science and math curriculum coordinator for an online high school before I retired. Online learning is a wonderful resource.

            I only have the two grandkids, Caleb is 9 and Crash, who’s 4. They’ve always lived about an hour away. While I’m delighted they’re buying our house, it doesn’t put them closer to us because we’ll be an hour away again in a different direction. What I’m seeing is a lot of Caleb’s school work is “drill and kill”. He catches on pretty quickly, and the repetition turns him off. He does a few problems and then is pretty vocal about telling his teacher what he thinks of his assignments. I can get him to do all of them with a promise we’ll do something “harder” when we’re finished. But that only works for homework. He still gives his teacher a hard time during the school day. At least the kids will be in a better school system after they move.

            I’ve always used the time I have with them to teach them new things, but the most important thing I’ve taught them is learning can be fun, and you don’t have to be in school to do it. Caleb and I were at the comparative zoology museum at Harvard when he was four. He gave a college biology class on a field trip a “lecture” on the ways scientists can tell wolves and dogs are closely related. The prof was tickled and invited Caleb to join the class field trip. Crash isn’t as interested in biology as he was at her age, but she still likes to go there. She calls it the “you-see-um”. She loves music and theater, and I love to indulge that, too. I’ve convinced my daughter and her husband it’s “safe” to take Caleb out of school for a few weeks and send him and sister to me while they pack and move. Yesterday he told his teacher in a few weeks he’s just going to be a “fond memory” for her.

          • Somebody says:

            A fond memory, that is too cute! Teaching them that learning is fun and to be life long learners is the best thing you could possibly teach them.

            It sounds like your grandson would thrive being homeschooled. One of the best things about homeschooling is moving at the child’s pace. If they get something you move on, if they don’t get it you can try different approaches. You can also delve into areas of interest, or do unit studies on areas of interest, or in areas you think need to be covered more in depth.

            Enjoy your couple of weeks with them and I agree it will be just fine for Caleb and Crash to spend a few weeks with you while mom and dad pack.

      • lizzy says:

        Promised lands inherently contain the seeds of their own destruction. Utopia becomes Dystopia. Control required for paradise is horrifying to live. Puritans killing witches, Catholics with the Inquisition. Awful perfection.

  3. Myiq2xu says:

    I’m outie

  4. 49erDweet says:

    Maybe it’s in degrees. In that case you’re closer to Norm, whoever HE is, than them. They are delusional and know it, but don’t care.
    My nation, the one that won WWII, doesn’t exist anymore. And mediaborgs are happy about that.

    • John Denney says:

      Being an American is a mindset; just living in America even as a citizen does not make one an American.
      We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these Rights are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.
      We unite to defend each person’s Life, Liberty, and Property from any who would deprive them of such. Sometimes that requires force of arms.
      We prosper via can-do attitude, diligence, continuous learning, and trustworthiness, motivated by love for others.
      All who honor these principles are welcome to join us.

  5. DeniseVB says:

    Here’s a poem BY Barack Obama (1981)


    Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken
    In, sprinkled with ashes,
    Pop switches channels, takes another
    Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks
    What to do with me, a green young man
    Who fails to consider the
    Flim and flam of the world, since
    Things have been easy for me;
    I stare hard at his face, a stare
    That deflects off his brow;
    I’m sure he’s unaware of his
    Dark, watery eyes, that
    Glance in different directions,
    And his slow, unwelcome twitches,
    Fail to pass.
    I listen, nod,
    Listen, open, till I cling to his pale,
    Beige T-shirt, yelling,
    Yelling in his ears, that hang
    With heavy lobes, but he’s still telling
    His joke, so I ask why
    He’s so unhappy, to which he replies . . .
    But I don’t care anymore, cause
    He took too damn long, and from
    Under my seat, I pull out the
    Mirror I’ve been saving; I’m laughing,
    Laughing loud, the blood rushing from his face
    To mine, as he grows small,
    A spot in my brain, something
    That may be squeezed out, like a
    Watermelon seed between
    Two fingers.
    Pop takes another shot, neat,
    Points out the same amber
    Stain on his shorts that I’ve got on mine and
    Makes me smell his smell, coming
    From me; he switches channels, recites an old poem
    He wrote before his mother died,
    Stands, shouts, and asks
    For a hug, as I shink, my
    Arms barely reaching around
    His thick, oily neck, and his broad back; ’cause
    I see my face, framed within
    Pop’s black-framed glasses
    And know he’s laughing too.

    — Barack Obama

  6. Dora says:

    Hugh Hewitt interview w/ Donald trump

    Trump reacts to Benghazi hearing

  7. DeniseVB says:

    In what alternative universe does TMZ have a Sports dept. ? This is Kardashian crap, not Sports….


  8. driguana says:

    As an English/Creative Writing major in the way back, I’ve always loved poetry and was more than pleased to read Yeats, Shelley, Blake and Brecht on this site today!! And then you had to go ruin it with and Obama poem…..so here’s one from me, just recently published…

    Seek a Higher Vantage Point

    when looking to scout a new direction
    seek a higher vantage point
    to see the context of your intention
    with a peripheral grasp of both pebbles and hills

    when searching for another path
    among the trees of respite and can’t
    through the mires of discontent
    find a new meander to the summit
    for a view of that makes an elephant
    an ant

    when wanting a new angle
    from which to measure the arc
    of resistance to your habits
    and to free you from the old ways
    to hunter and gather fierce new freedoms

    seek a higher vantage point

    Santa Fe

  9. leslie says:

    I guess I forgot about this – or else I never knew it to begin with…

  10. Dora says:

    This is my favorite Poe poem. When I was a teenager, I used to read it over and over and ponder the meaning of the words fate and predestination.

    A Dream Within A Dream

    I stand amid the roar
    Of a surf-tormented shore,
    And I hold within my hand
    Grains of the golden sand-
    How few! yet how they creep
    Through my fingers to the deep,
    While I weep- while I weep!
    O God! can I not grasp
    Them with a tighter clasp?
    O God! can I not save
    One from the pitiless wave?
    Is all that we see or seem
    But a dream within a dream?

  11. swanspirit says:

    Dread Lord, do not wave your scepter, it is bejeweled
    Dear Dancer, Do not whirl your scarves, they are orchid flowered
    Pale poet, do not flaunt your heart, it is radiant with love
    Our world cares only for un-enchanted things

    [Li Po]
    Li Bai, also known as Li Po, was a Chinese poet acclaimed from his own day to the present as a genius and a romantic figure who took traditional poetic forms to new heights. Wikipedia
    Born: 701 AD, Suyab
    Died: 762 AD, Yangtze, China
    Period: Tang dynasty

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