Vortex Imagery from Mr. Fancy Poetry Guy (Yeats, in this Case)
April 15, 2008 at 3:18 am | In eeabee, family, fear, relationships, shame, vortex, writing | No CommentsTags: culture, family, gyre, poetry, shame, things fall apart, vortex, Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold. . .
Here the vortex is out in the world, unleashed–maybe a different thing than the internal ones of individuals–but no, I think not. I think maybe that they are all the same thing, all part of each other. Individual shame spirals don’t come from nowhere, they come from other individuals, from families, from culture–from all the systems we move in, all the systems that can house a vortex. Some of us just seem to feel them deeply. Some of us try not to pass them on, and so they stay with us.
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