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20th Century Poetry - still relevant to Sci-fi writers

Here is a poem to inspire Science fiction writers and readers out there. The dystopian language of Yeats in The Second Coming makes my skin crawl – I love it. This version of Yeats's apocalyptic poem was written in the aftermath of WW1. Yeats' vision is of an anarchistic world is full of new terrors bought about by technology and war. THE SECOND COMING Turning and turning in the widening gyre     The falcon cannot hear the falconer;     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. Surely some revelation is at hand;     Surely the Second Coming is at hand.     The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out     When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi     Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;     A shape with lion body and t

Why I love woodworking

So I know I promised to draw a line between woodworking, philosophy, and science fiction. Hopefully I can do that over time. But for now these folks do an okay job of expressing what I love about the craft.

Antigonish - Hugh Mearns

Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today, I wish, I wish he'd go away... When I came home last night at three, The man was waiting there for me But when I looked around the hall, I couldn't see him there at all! Go away, go away, don't you come back any more! Go away, go away, and please don't slam the door... Last night I saw upon the stair, A little man who wasn't there, He wasn't there again today Oh, how I wish he'd go away...