“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.”
Friday marks the ending of my favorite television show. A show that has helped me through some incredibly hard times, including a move in the middle of my junior year in high school. And I feel exactly like the description above. Many people think I’m crazy for caring so much about a television show. But like I said, it has been one constant thing in my life for five years and now it won’t be there any longer. Actually, a more accurate representation of the way I feel is the first two lines of the poem, the ones directly preceding the ones I’ve quoted above. I feel like once the show is over, I will be flying high above the ground in ever widening circles until I can’t hear anything or anyone. I know this feeling won’t last long, probably not more than a day or two, but nevertheless, the feeling will be real.
Okay, I admit, I really don’t know what Yeats was trying to say. I also don’t know that we came to any sort of consensus about what the poem meant. And since I don’t understand poetry anyway, I thought it appropriate to try and relate my feelings to the surface level of a very confusing poem. Maybe next week I’ll understand the readings better and be able to actually write on those. I doubt it though.
Until next time,
Meghan
P.S. I commented on Rachel’s post and I would put the title of the post, but I can’t remember what it is, sorry.
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