tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162034909351349334.post7072053364124358391..comments2009-08-19T11:55:36.251-07:00Comments on Things could be different but they're not: 145 Collectivehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01611517399960820447noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2162034909351349334.post-39495456593132372832009-08-19T11:55:36.251-07:002009-08-19T11:55:36.251-07:00reminds me... TS Eliot
At the still point of the ...reminds me... TS Eliot<br /><br />At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshness, neither from nor towards, at the still point, there the dance is, but neither arrest nor movement.<br /><br />from Burnt Norton, no webiste will let me copy , but theres more and it's good. Reminded me cos the rotation in your poem happens in the restricted sparce grounds. People forget the world is turning, takes some awareness to notice the spinning on the axis. the axis is also the second vertebrae of the the spin on which the first verebrae, the altas sits.<br /><br />In Greek Mythology, Altas was tricked into carrying the Heavens* on his back by Heracles, who initially asked him to help collect apples in the gardens Hesperides.<br /><br />(* in orginal myths there was no conception of Altas carrying the Earth)<br /><br />I never really feel like I have the world on my shoulders when I eat an apple. I'm gunna make a GM apple thats blue and green and looks like the earthPilgrimmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00544057790304102142noreply@blogger.com