Not to put an odd spin on things, or perhaps to do just that... but TNC posted up a thought on an Emerson essay in which he speaks of hope and fear as being the same beneath it. which has always made me think of a Shelley poem. the meandering point, such as it (poor soft pencil lead), is that Obama ran on Hope. oh, how we wanted Hope. hope hope hope. and Clinton wooed us as the man from Hope. but Hope has a twin, ergo we are seein' what we are seein' now. it is the only way. the always and forever way, cause twins are... well, they are twins. perhaps siamese twins that either both live or both die? I dunno. It's Saturday night and college football is finally here. anyways... as Shelley, a long dead drowned man said:
Lift not the painted veil which those who live
Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,
And it but mimic all we would believe
With colours idly spread, --- behind, lurk Fear
And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave
Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear.
I knew one who had lifted it --- he sought,
For his lost heart was tender, things to love,
But found them not, alas ! nor was there aught
The world contains, the which he could approve.
Through the unheeding many he did move,
A splendour among shadows, a bright blot
Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove
For truth, and like the Preacher found it not. |
