Sunday, December 4, 2011

Fine Cobwebs Did Support the Frame

I like some Philip Glass much and some not at all; as I said to (don't fear) the griper, there's plenty of better shit that he'd hate more, adding, I try every fucking day! The post was more responding to Glass' participation in that Occupy moment and what it might signify, I was using my playbook of self-serving swerves, the playbook that allows me to live in reflexive minor self-scourging peace through whining on my shitty blog about my complicity's palette, how I'll poke it but not change it, which is to say I still haven't found the language to express how at best, with human's involved, the plus/minus ratio between more or less shitty at .06%, why I still invest more than wishful idolatry towards a mythical ideal as proof of some moral superiority though such investment is proof both for and against such ideals. Why always me?


George Herbert

Love built a stately house, where Fortune came,
And spinning fancies, she was heard to say
That her fine cobwebs did support the frame,
Whereas they were supported by the same;
But Wisdom quickly swept them all away.

The Pleasure came, who, liking not the fashion,
Began to make balconies, terraces,
Till she had weakened all by alteration;
But reverend laws, and many a proclomation
Reforméd all at length with menaces.

Then entered Sin, and with that sycamore
Whose leaves first sheltered man from drought and dew,
Working and winding slily evermore,
The inward walls and summers cleft and tore;
But Grace shored these, and cut that as it grew.

Then Sin combined with death in a firm band,
To raze the building to the very floor;
Which they effected,--none could them withstand;
But Love and Grace took Glory by the hand,
And built a braver palace than before.


  1. My comment for the shitty human:

    "The latest and perhaps brightest warning flare to the right is sent up by George Will."

    Would that be George F. Will, whose wife works for Rick Perry's campaign?

    You wingnuts built a party of whackjobs, and now you're hoist by your own petard.

    The schaden freudes itself, as I like to say.

  2. Furthermore, this blog just floated up in your blogroll. Having never visited before, I thought I'd check it out.

    SO worth it!

  3. Reacting to me? And in spades. Heh. I win. Not that we're at all competitive.

  4. I was thinking about Glass when BOC came on the muzak at the Safeway last night and SHAZAM! once Serendipity puts a lame joke in my head there's only one way to be rid of it.