Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Dropping Darkness

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer. . .
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand. . .
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun. . .
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?

Noam Chomsky's beautiful new piece: Joe Stack and rekindling the radical imagination.