I’ve added another bit to my Quotes & Poems page. I moved my favorite poem, Ozymandias (Percy Shelley, 1818) from my right margin. It’s a great poem but it deserves a better place than my dumbass margin.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
All empires fade. What will future generations say of us?
Ohh a good game. Let’s see what I can think up:
1. Base 12 linear measurements? Were they mental?
2. So they went to the moon and then failed to defend their borders?
3. This was the era when humans lost the secret of literacy and began to communicate only in emojis.
4. This was the era before the coffee supply was interrupted… just before Seattle took over the entire planet in a caffeine withdrawal rage.
5. I think this is the society that had the second Millerite Revival. Something about total collapse due to an Orange Being? Our archaeologists are unsure, it could also be a Sta-Puft Marshmallow man.
Yah, I know, hardly fitting the beautiful poem but I haven’t yet had my coffee so that’s how it goes.
OMG. This one for the win.
6. I’m triggered.