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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425849" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Relative to Causal Initiative Paradox - After Auden - Breughel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was Auden right to write Art was not wrong -<br>on canvas or through written word, to state<br>all little matters outside isolate<br>fate which squeezes, seizes in its tong<br>souls who - as Gray said - from madding throng<br>scarce ventured out, immune to stale debate<br>on cause, effect, affecting their estate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Old Masters, however, understood<br>human fragility, how we replace<br>extraordinary events, prefer the commonplace where we feel strong within our element. As then, all mark life-cycles but our waiting<br>is not breath 'taking' bait abating. Miracles few see<br>as part and parcel of modernity, <br>while often sibling rivalry's thin ice-skating<br>along the dotted line society<br>dictates for thinking as they 'ought to should.'<br>We should 'bear' in mind that life expectancy<br>was nearer forty (women thirty - childbirth took its toll) -<br>than three score years and ten, today's retirement age<br>when we have filled our work résumés page<br>as martyrs to global capitalistic cause.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Everywhere in some corner, or untidy spot, <br>dogs go on with their doggy life and transvestite coarse<br>scratches sin_nocent up a gum tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although in Breughel's Icarus, everything turns away<br>quite leisurely from the disaster, though plowman may<br>have heard brash splash, observed, forsaken cry, <br>for him it was unknown as failure. Sun shone, <br>as always, on white legs disappearing into green<br>water; while some asea might see<br>something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky, <br>importance seemed some port of call. All sailed calmly on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though siren songs of progress spur Man higher, <br>like Icarus, beware ambitions' fire! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Conservatives of every hue <br>advance that common caveat -<br>whenever faced with something new<br>they seldom fail to smell a rat.<br>They therefore counsel caution due<br>before attempting this or that, <br>implying that inventions new, -<br>to wit: all that is not old-hat, -<br>both heresy and threat seems too.<br>You want a turn? Go out and bat! <br>Youth to youth true, what you must... do! <br>Don't wait too late. When old, cold, fat, <br>bold attitudes off cue, askew, <br>too often are ignored. Observe that<br>what unimportant seemed to minds foreclosed, <br>too soon proves more essential than supposed<br>when to time's acid test exposed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Paradox: coincidence or causal link, tranposed<br>to life's known range exchanges juxtaposed.<br>Change prone population's predisposed<br>to self-seclusion, strange pose opposed, <br>scar[c]e leap from sheep-like shelf life sleep self-imposed, <br>discover overnight time-worn customs deposed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sure, though to safety's shore returned his sire, <br>Daedalus' fate, forgot by most, was dire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Musee des Beaux Arts Auden<br>About suffering they were never wrong, <br>The Old Masters: how well they understood<br>Its human position; how it takes place<br>While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully<br>along; <br>How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting<br>For the miraculous birth, there always must be<br>Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating<br>On a pond at the edge of the wood: <br>They never forgot<br>That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course<br>Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot<br>Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse<br>Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.<br> <br>In Breughel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away<br>Quite leisurely from the disaster; the plowman may<br>Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry, <br>But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone<br>As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green<br>Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen<br>Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky, <br>Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(7 March 2012)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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scarce ventured out, immune to stale..."></div>
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