I wasn’t there. I don’t know what happened. But it certainly looks like UC police began beating unarmed and peaceful students in Berkeley this afternoon.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the country, in the unfortunately named Happy Valley, students apparently are rioting to protest the ouster of Joe Paterno.
Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made, Those are pearls that were his eyes, Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change, into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell, Ding Dong. Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong bell.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
. . . ; the centre cannot hold; . . .
From Edge of the American West, up and running again. The phrase "the center cannot hold" always punches me in the gut, leaves me gaping and gasping, my heart too full and too achingly empty. But it is apt here. I feel like posting the whole of the Yeats would be alarmist, would be overly emotional, would be unfair and inflammatory, but, nonetheless, the center cannot hold.
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