The Socialites
Friend or Enemy?
The lukewarm perfection of politeness personified
In your civil drone,
Neutral eyes
And accomodating overtone
Of meaningless abstraction;
You give rise to nothing.
Give me a hug or give me the finger.
Six O’Clock Vintage
Seek those images
that constitute the wild,
the lion and the virgin,
the harlot and the child.
Find in middle air
an eagle on the wing,
recognize the five
that make the Muses sing.
| W.B Yeats, Those Images
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Mar 21st 2005
This poem shouldn’t need much of an explanation, though I did want to note that I’m not sure if I like the last line. I decided to include it because the rhythm of the poem requires its presence, but perhaps I’ll revise the actual wording at a later date.
A note on other things:
I have a few other things in mind that I’d like to blog about soon, I just started my spring break and it looks like the break itself will be quite busy. Hopefully, however, I’ll be able to make time to do some prose blogging about the other things on my mind.