I have started a new blog on my portfolio website, which is http://brucetoombs.ca. This site is mirrored there more or less (I have to deliberately import), but I’m also writing different things there.
[ edit: I am no longer blogging at brucetoombs.ca. I have moved everything here. ]
Here is the latest post from that site, put up a couple of days ago, about the Newtown massacre.
I lack words to describe how I am feeling about the Newtown massacre, in which 20 little children were murdered in their classroom. So in their memory I am offering an image and a poem, which William Butler Yeats published in 1919. It expresses as well as anyone every could the horror I feel.
THE SECOND COMING
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.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
You have really become a photographic artist, Bruce. I remember your very first photos many years ago and as they say in the old cigarette ads…”you’ve come a long way, baby!” Very moving tribute to the poor, innocent children in Newton, CT….and their brave caregivers as well. The school is only several miles from my home.
Thank you, Doris – your kind comment means a lot to me.
I had no idea you were so close to the school. The devastation I feel about it has not lessened with the days.