A Poem by me: Lyrics
When action taken under circumstance
That seems then to be the one true path
Proves, with back-sight's unforgiving eye,
Chimerical shifting and arbitrary cast -
Yesterday's demands too lightly or too seriously
Judgement sure now sands unshook
Decisions just now hollow reeds -
My Lords, my Ladies, look ye here -
No footings hold, no causeway safe.
The keep's the cottage wattle-walled
The gamesman's shanty now a fortress strong.
The king's the foll
The fool's a god,
And your friend, my own, tomorrow's tool.
At dawn the wood in fogs concealed
The path misplaced in sorrow's weal.
Preoccupations go unchecked
Till bankrupt reason sees the way,
Lost, in bracken, far afield,
Five county's width from safety's bay.
Now, go forward? Or turn back?
A road unforged to beat through glades
Where feet tread sure a virgin track.
Will future pilgrims walk my road
And comment We pass where he was first to go?
I got curious about this because in my class we read a section of Xenophon's Anabasis where they (the 10,000 Greek mercenaries hired by the little brother, Cyrus, of the Persian king, Artaxerxes, to overthrow him) were marching through Persia and they came to a place which was a plain, all flat like the sea, covered with absinthe, which is wormwood, an herb. There were beasts of all kinds, mules of the field, deer, bustards (whatever the hell those are), and ostriches. The Greek word for ostrich is strothai megalai - big sparrows. They seemed to like this constrast thing. Their word for strength is related to their word for mouse.
They engaged in pursuit of the beasts, and the mules would run a ways, and stop, and stand still. The ostriches ran with their wings held out like a sail. They could not catch any of the ostriches, but they caught something else, a deer maybe, and cooked it and ate it, and I tell you, it was good.
This is my translation so it's not in quotation marks. Le droit c'est moi.
So I got curious about absinthe. I already knew the real thing is now illegal. I found out that what made the real thing such a kick-ass drink was wormwood. Now all you can get is Pernod, which is absinthe without the wormwood. I wanted to try it. I was hoping to find a little bottle, an airplane bottle would have been ideal. I couldn't find anything but a fifth, which cost almost $25. After weeks - literally - of deliberating I broke down and bought one. At first I didn't like it. Then, it kind of grew on me, but - I tell you - a bottle of Pernod is not a good thing to have around the house. It's gone now, and I'm glad.