The Center Cannot Hold

IMGP2105W. B. Yeats in 1919, the atmosphere of post-war Europe.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned.
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

The middle finger always goes. Between moving rocks and yardwork this must be the fifth pair of leather gloves, nearly as many “Mechanix” type synthetics have also fallen by the wayside.
Also to the gray-goatee’d fake-factory spandex $3000 bicyclists taking up the middle of the narrow country road, yes YOU bastard Yuppie Boomers, I wave with my whole hand because the display of a single finger does not express enough contempt.

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8 thoughts on “The Center Cannot Hold

  1. Why are those uber bikers so bent on tempting the big pickup with a gooseneck trailer full of cattle… cause if you pop the trailer around just so…
    I always wave with my whole hand, it is more polite.


    • I’m sure they are only bent or focused on nothing more than expressing their entitlement and personal self-satisfaction, which sounds better (and means something else) in German: Selbstbefriedigung.


    • As a family descended from the Neolithic era I should be even MORE able. My Swedish great-grandfather went down in he 18880’s and worked in Germany for a while, cutting and working stone. In pictures you can see that he tries to hide it, but his hands are huge – bigger than a catcher’s mitt, seriously. His son my Grandpa’s hands were really quite large too.
      Me, I just have size XL with over-long middle fingers – and if you take off the shoes, long middle toes that I can pick-up things with. In India local kids made fun of us and threw rocks and stuff, called us White Monkeys – true words. I could climb a tree higher and better than any of them. They had centuries of bad genes and disease, but so did we. Somehow we were at the other end of the curve.


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