Apr 28, 2011

fools by heavenly compulsion (aka the poll spread)

For some reason, I heard this quote from King Lear in my head when I attempted to unravel today's birther reversal. It's not entirely germane, and yet...there it is.

This is the excellent foppery of the world, that,
when we are sick in fortune--often the surfeit
of our own behavior--we make guilty of our
disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as
if we were villains by necessity; fools by
heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and
treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards,
liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of
planetary influence; and all that we are evil in,
by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion
of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish
disposition to the charge of a star!

Apr 12, 2011

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth

When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up having simply visited this world.

- Mary Oliver, When Death Comes (excerpt)