Wednesday, April 04, 2007


just a friendly public reminder of how all dynasties end ...

i met a traveller from an antique land
who said: "two vast and trunkless legs of stone
stand in the desert. near them on the sand,
half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
and wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command

tell that its sculptor well those passions read
which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
the hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed.
and on the pedestal these words appear:"

(december 19, 2000)

"my name is ozymandias, king of kings:
look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"

(from "bush at war" by bob woodward)

nothing beside remains: round the decay
of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
the lone and level sands stretch far away.

— percy bysshe shelley (1818)

(may 5, 2006)

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