Saturday, March 16, 2013

He knew human folly like the back of his hand

Over the fence (and out). The [former] Chickenfeed carpark, Sandy Bay. March 2013.

Everywhere you look there are tyrants. I'm tempted to say that this is a new thing, but am reasonably certain that they've always been around...

Epitaph on a Tyrant, W. H. Auden

Perfection of a kind was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.


Roddy said...

I can remember when you lived next door to Chickenfeed.

Kris McCracken said...

Chickenfeed is no more.