mad in pursuit journal
4.17.04 Slouching toward Bethlehem
Somehow in the past few weeks, I've turned into a news hound. Maybe the world is simply more full of "news" than it has been for a while. It has become such a dangerous place. It's funny... years ago I looked up a poem by William Butler Yeats. It was so dark -- about the coming of the Antichrist -- and I thought at the time how those dark days seemed to have ended in the peace and prosperity that ended the 20th century.
Now the words seem relevant again:
My book says this was written by Yeats in January 1919, on the occasion of the Black and Tan War in Ireland, when British auxiliary troops were sent in to put down the republicans. He referred to the poem again in 1938 as Fascism was on the rise in Europe: "Every nerve trembles with horror at what is happening in Europe. 'The ceremony of innocence is drowned.'"
The only question really is who precisely is the Antichrist? I think the Antichrist is one of those witches-brew creatures made up of the souls of Osama bin-Ladin and George Bush and maybe some of Dick Cheney and Ariel Sharon.