Monday, October 24, 2005

Shakespeare and Hurricane Wilma

A desert island

This photograph of a man stranded atop his SUV in Key West struck a nerve. With his laptop, cell phone and backpack, he seemed so numb to the reality of his situation, so unknowing in the ways of simple survival.

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it
----B. Dylan

Postmodern man is becoming an alien on his own planet, which all reminded me of the Bard:

But man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assured,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As make the angels weep.

'Bout sums it up for me. We ain't changed much.

1 comment:

Kitty Bo said...

Hello, Beamis. Kitty Bo here. I haven't been here in a long time but thought I'd check in. I like your picture of Pogo too. My children often heard me quote him, "We have seen [or met] the enemy, and he is us." I like your Shakespeare also. I often think of the scripture from Revelation: "I beheld a new heaven and a new earth, for the old ones were passed away." At least there is some hope in that. I have to keep looking upwards. It is too easy to become cynical. Perhaps there is "method to this madness." ;-)