Sunday, 31 December 2017


Yeats got it right.  If I thought it meant anything, I'd pray God to save us from passionate intensity.

[Joni Mitchell did a rather good song, called Slouching Towards Bethlehem, based on the poem.]

1 comment:

  1. Except the best do not lack conviction. And a lot of those with passionate intensity are not the worst, they're led and manipulated by the worst.

    But otherwise, yeah. We're all fucked, basically. As long as kindness and love are still to be found, which they are if we look, we'll carry on though.