Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Why We Blog

I twigged the Professor of Pop about his blogging because, as a tenured *full* professor, in that armor as a blogger he goes where he wants and damned be him who first cries hold! enough!! I asked him if there is any Kryptonite out there, anything he fears as he blogs. He said only the face of a bad writer in the "mirror that is the blog." And I replied:

From the poet W.B. Yeats in his old age. Section III is the money shot. I'll cut the middle, which refers obliquely to his themes and triumphs.

The Circus Animals' Desertion

I

I sought a theme and sought for it in vain,
I sought it daily for six weeks or so.
Maybe at last, being but a broken man,
I must be satisfied with my heart, although
Winter and summer till old age began
My circus animals were all on show,
Those stilted boys, that burnished chariot,
Lion and woman and the Lord knows what.

- snip -

III

Those masterful images because complete
Grew in pure mind, but out of what began?
A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street,
Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,
Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut
Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone,
I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.

We are so damn cool.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Finally! An end to the toilet talk.

Anonymous said...

yes... interesting post