"We have seen waves and stars, and lost sea-beaches, and known many wars, and notwithstanding war and hope and fear, we were as weary there as we are here..."
For me, this is a poem that alights on contradictions, in how fascinated humans are with "Love and Glory!" then we run aground." And "fate." Whereby it is and is not the seed of the mess we can make, how we imagine we control anything at all, from the time we are small. I love "The weary pageant of immortal sin." How history repeats itself. That we move through it all, surprised. I love the sweeps Baudelaire's poem takes, his disappointment and delight. Life, he makes me think, is as crazy as our paths. And then the necessary instinct to survive is to search. Tonya, I enjoyed the challenge of this work. Thank you so much for putting that in my day. I read it quite a few times to get what it might mean to me, at least. I felt at times the addict in him, as in the journey through the chaos he fully embraces in order to thrive. At least, that's one idea. It's a swashbuckling poem. Thanks again for the Baudelaire trip. Constance
For me, this is a poem that alights on contradictions, in how fascinated humans are with "Love and Glory!" then we run aground." And "fate." Whereby it is and is not the seed of the mess we can make, how we imagine we control anything at all, from the time we are small. I love "The weary pageant of immortal sin." How history repeats itself. That we move through it all, surprised. I love the sweeps Baudelaire's poem takes, his disappointment and delight. Life, he makes me think, is as crazy as our paths. And then the necessary instinct to survive is to search. Tonya, I enjoyed the challenge of this work. Thank you so much for putting that in my day. I read it quite a few times to get what it might mean to me, at least. I felt at times the addict in him, as in the journey through the chaos he fully embraces in order to thrive. At least, that's one idea. It's a swashbuckling poem. Thanks again for the Baudelaire trip. Constance