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Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2003 21:14:05 +1000
Subject: poetry and war


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All,

As we wait for GWB to throw the switch on this new war, its inevitability is drummed into us by the media.  Expect to be drenched in invocations of God and glory, bloody sacrifice.

And poets too.  On PBS tonite some verses of soldier poets of WWI.  Good poets, some were killed before the war ended.

I was reminded of lines Yeats wrote in 1919: :

Things fall apart; the center 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.

--Boundary_(ID_JlTsjUziuk6pYFv+De0Maw)

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All,
 
As we wait for GWB to throw the switch on this new war, its inevitability is drummed into us by the media.  Expect to be drenched in invocations of God and glory, bloody sacrifice.
 
And poets too.  On PBS tonite some verses of soldier poets of WWI.  Good poets, some were killed before the war ended.
 
I was reminded of lines Yeats wrote in 1919: :
 
Things fall apart; the center 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.

--Boundary_(ID_JlTsjUziuk6pYFv+De0Maw)--

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