Fredselfish@lemmy.world to politics @lemmy.world · 9 days agoThis can't be real can it?lemmy.worldimagemessage-square373fedilinkarrow-up10arrow-down10file-text
arrow-up10arrow-down1imageThis can't be real can it?lemmy.worldFredselfish@lemmy.world to politics @lemmy.world · 9 days agomessage-square373fedilinkfile-text
minus-squareTokenBoomer@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkarrow-up0·9 days ago 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. Ya boi WB Yeats, The Second Coming
minus-squareNeilBru@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkarrow-up0·edit-29 days agoSo… you’re tryna say… there is no center? I’m not smart enough to decipher what’s implied by the poem.
minus-squareTokenBoomer@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkarrow-up0·edit-29 days agoIt’s just a poem I think describes what we’re all feeling. I think it’s about Jesus coming back.
Where is the center?
Ya boi WB Yeats, The Second Coming
So… you’re tryna say… there is no center?
I’m not smart enough to decipher what’s implied by the poem.
It’s just a poem I think describes what we’re all feeling. I think it’s about Jesus coming back.