A Poem in Time for Christmas

Currently, at 8:43 AM, I cannot think of anything in my life that I want to have memorized more than this poem.  I feel as though it consumes my bones these days.  In fact, ever since I read Achebe’s Things Fall Apart (a couple of years ago in my post-colonialism class) it has been part of my writing and thinking.  Last week, my new friend Leif told me he likes to write about anarchy/end-of-the-world type poetry (I think that’s what he said) and I thought about Yeats.  Being that it’s Christmas time, I will share.

William Butler Yeats, “The Second Coming”

    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 convictions, while the worst
    Are full of passionate intensity.

    Surely some revelation is at hand;
    Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
    The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
    When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
    Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
    A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
    A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
    Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
    Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
    The darkness drops again but now I know
    That twenty centuries of stony sleep
    Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
    And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
    Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

JD, More Dog than Cat

Well folks it seems as though we have got ourselves one nutty cat.




Frankly, I don’t know whether he is a Cog or a Dat (see Smoke Signals for joke reference).  When I get home from work he will greet me at the front door and often roll over on his belly (which in cat language might be a sign of dominance?).  But he is very cute.

He often likes to get some exercise in the apartment by running up and down the hallways eight or nine times.  But the other day, I got him chasing me and then I would hide and he would come find me.  Then I would chase him and it went back and forth.  We have played this game a few more times and he seems to enjoy it.

He still hasn’t picked up on going for walks yet.  I’m not sure what to do.  Last time he just ran under a car and I had to get really dirty to try and get him out. 

Here is a slightly embarassing story.  So, I have started to take after my mother and Leah reports I talk in my sleep quite a bit.  (Which Leah likes to talk back to me, usually in nonsense, to try and start a conversation–what a jerk).  Anyways, I guess one night I started to talk and JD came and sat on my chest and looked at me quizzically.  He’s a curious cat.

He is also sort of obsessive compulsive.  He likes to scratch/paw at things.  I don’t mean like scratch the rug.  I mean, my cats at home do it when they want in the house.  They will paw at the door.  JD first started doing this to the mirror in our computer room.   Now he has extended his efforts to include a glass framed picture on the floor (which hasn’t been hung yet), various closet doors and the front door.  But it’s not like he wants out/in to anything.  If you open it up and show him, he just goes back to pawing. 

A nutter-butter, for sure.

Over Your Head

Today I made an awesome comment on Brenda’s blog (which I stole from the about-to-be-mentioned movie) and I think it went over everyones head (except Rob, because I showed it to him).  So, in honour of one of the finest films, The Big Lebowski, how about a few quotes:

The Dude and Walter

The Dude: Walter, what is the point? Look, we all know who is at fault here, what the fuck are you talking about?
Walter Sobchak: Huh? No, what the fuck are you… I’m not… We’re talking about unchecked aggression here, dude.
Donny: What the fuck is he talking about?
The Dude: My rug.
Walter Sobchak: Forget it, Donny, you’re out of your element!
The Dude: Walter, the chinaman who peed on my rug, I can’t go give him a bill, so what the fuck are you talking about?
Walter Sobchak: What the fuck are you talking about? The chinaman is not the issue here, Dude. I’m talking about drawing a line in the sand, Dude. Across this line, you DO NOT… Also, Dude, chinaman is not the preferred nomenclature. Asian-American, please.
The Dude: Walter, this isn’t a guy who built the fucking railroads here. This is a guy…
Walter Sobchak: What the fuck are you talking about?
The Dude: Walter, he peed on my rug!
Donny: He peed on the Dude’s rug.
Walter Sobchak: Donny you’re out of your element!


Walter Sobchak: Nihilists! Fuck me. I mean, say what you like about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it’s an ethos.


Walter Sobchak: Fucking Germans. Nothing changes. Fucking Nazis.
Donny: They were Nazis, Dude?
Walter Sobchak: Oh, come on Donny, they were threatening castration! Are we gonna split hairs here?

Just Before Sleep

Over the last week Leah has kept me up on numerous occassions so that we might discuss abortion…

She’s currently writing a paper on it. Did I have you worried for a second?  Hope I did.  Suckers! 

First, we stayed up reading an essay by some Thomson lady–a solid essay.  Then as Leah(/we) has stuggled to come up with a thesis and an opinion on abortion to then write about has been very difficult.  I have to admit that prior to actually reading/knowing anything about abortion I have been in the pro-choice category, specifically because I believe a woman has the right to control her own body.  Now, if you had asked me why I don’t think I would have an answer–aside from some half-baked, pseudo feminist response.  On the other hand, even though I believe in the pro-choice model, I would have to say that it would be the last thing I would ever want for someone and I don’t think that it is necessarily moral (in non-life threatening situations).

So, I think Leah and I have gone through a little bit of a process in the past week.  Trying to understand what we think.  I guess I still feel the same way as I did before, but now I feel a bit more prepared to answer the question.  Last night, Leah came in (I was already snuggled-down) and wanted to talk about her essay.  She said something like I can’t think of a time when abortion can be moral (again leaving out life-threatening situations).  And I said, so what?  It would be worse for the state to control a persons body.  (More immoral, perhaps?)  Just because something is immoral doesn’t mean it’s wrong.  Now hear this people, there are few things I love more in this world than a paradox.  And academically, I love it the most.

During World War 2, Dietrich Bonhoeffer was involved in a conspiracy to assassinate Hitler.  Morally - wrong.  But, would anyone say he wasn’t right for trying? I know he struggled with it.

Today, I have an answer, but I don’t know how settling it is.