Thursday, August 3, 2017

where the weeping flowers hide

things fall apart, the centre cannot hold...



a shape with lion body and the head of a man...

Da mihi de te solliciti. Obsecro, ubi es?

(The two lines are of course from The Second Coming by William Yeats, written in 1919.)

2 comments:

A Blue Neko said...

The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity

Emilly Orr said...

There's nothing wrong with passion, nor intensity, but it must be matched with will and clarity of purpose.

Nice to see you again.