Cherrywine1

2y

Glad @op got packed up

Elric

2y

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Arent you the one that's literally expecting Jesus to show up and judge us any day now?

not very Christ-like of you

Fella

2y

Ignore that ghoul and listen to what I tagged you in. I did both of your prog recs.

Koala

2y

@drjdeponytail @Jerry_Seinfeld

Elric

2y

I will when I have a chance

Koala

2y

@drjdeponytail

Bro all these years I kept thinking f***ing Jesse Palmer was Carson's brother talk about a guy who's made a career for himself, Rooms To Go, The Bachelorette, anything sports related is the least of it

leals core rise

2y

Been jamming these guys a lot lately @drjdeponytail

drjdeponytail

2y

He isn’t? I thought the same thing

Elric

2y

Arent you the one that's literally expecting Jesus to show up and judge us any day now?

not very Christ-like of you

Very Based

2y

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 conviction, 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: somewhere in sands of the desert
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
Reel 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?
post ww1 modernist poetry

Galaxy de list mon

2y

cool

Very Based

2y

Yeats predicting the second world war 20 years before it happens? yes it is

Very Based

2y

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 conviction, 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: somewhere in sands of the desert
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
Reel 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?
post ww1 modernist poetry

Galaxy de list mon

2y

Damn first song on this Adrienne album is depressing af