Be Angry At The Sun
By Robinson Jeffers
That public men publish falsehoods
Is nothing new. That America must accept
Like the historical republics corruption and empire
Has been known for years.
Be angry at the sun for setting
If these things anger you. Watch the wheel slope and turn,
They are all bound on the wheel, these people, those warriors.
This republic, Europe, Asia.
Observe them gesticulating,
Observe them going down. The gang serves lies, the passionate
Man plays his part; the cold passion for truth
Hunts in no pack.
You are not Catullus, you know,
To lampoon these crude sketches of Caesar. You are far
From Dante's feet, but even farther from his dirty
Let boys want pleasure, and men
Struggle for power, and women perhaps for fame,
And the servile to serve a Leader and the dupes to be duped.
Yours is not theirs.
I feel like on weekdays I should just post old photos unless something exciting actually happens, which is rare this summer when so much of my life is chores and cleaning and not even enough work to mention. Friday morning, at least, was fairly nice, and I walked in the park for a while before a Registeel raid and lunch. My afternoon was so unmemorable that I don't even remember what I did in what order.
We had dinner with my parents at CPK, then came home and watched some baseball before deciding to put on I Capture the Castle, which I had not seen and it's free now on Amazon Prime. It was a compelling story and extremely well acted, but somehow from the title I expected a happier or at least a more triumphant-feeling ending! This is Seattle's infamous Market Theater Gum Wall under Pike Place Market: