Wednesday, May 12, 2010

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

- WB Yeats

I have so many things I want to post about at the moment all filmy (as I saw Devil Probably, My Sex Life - finally - and I'm going to Sydney Film Fest - squeal - film fest one line pre-reviews too come) and all musicy, I'm thinking about starting a separate mixtape wordpress, just so I can have a blog, tumblr and wordpress.

But I have no time or energy at the moment to write any of this (or take on the unknown world of wordpress) as I'm spending every speck of time and energy on staying warm and eating carbs because its so friggin' freezin' in Melbourne at the moment. Times like this Sydney looks mighty fine to me and my blue fingertips.

Anyway consider this post a pre-amble to many posts to come this weekend and to make me feel better about not posting as much as I'd like.

Oh and the poem is pretty awesome - Yeats man, who knew?

Also you should all be listening to this and this at the moment because they are both awesome and watch this if you need some cheering up.

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