the centre cannot hold
The above image (taken from the Webb Space Telescope website for free) of a spiral galaxy works as a visual representation for a poem I oft mull over: The Second Coming by W.B. Yeats. It is the lone poem I have committed to memory and can recite as an adult. Each line speaks to me for many reasons, but I most prefer one...
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
...as it sums up the experience I feel we all slog through in this day and age of noisy distractions and attention capitalism and politics as identity and middling television and so on. On walks, when I can't let go of my own swirling thoughts, I whisper the mantra – "turning and turning in this widening gyre" – in the hopes that I will find some quiet. So, today, I share said poem.
If you'd like to read it, below is a version I typed on the typewriter I wrote about before. If you'd rather listen to it, scroll down for a short animated video.
Poem by William Butler Yeats (dir. Eoin Duffy)
indoor animal is curated by a human: Tim Papciak. On Mondays, he shares one link to one music video to help spark creativity in himself and in other creative types. On Thursdays, he recommends a book, movie, show, art piece, or link to some dusty corner of the internet that he believes either 1.) adds to the human experience, or 2.) serves as a coping mechanism in the year 2025. Note: this is not, and never will be, self-help content.