Thursday, June 6, 2013

Decline and Fall

An interesting Photo of the decline of grandeur, of a sort:-



It comes from an arty and freethinking blog, http://thethoughtexperiment.wordpress.com/, and it put me in mind of a poem by the English Romantic, Percy Bysshe Shelley, which should be taped to the bathroom mirror of every politician and despot.


Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Poem is "Ozymandias" - which also happens to be the title of an experimental Screenplay I wrote - and it goes like this:

 "I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away".

Food for thought as we watch the nightly news....

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