William Butler Yates, Georgie Hyde Lees, Joan Didion Chin discussed on Weekend Edition Saturday


Butler. Yates wrote the second coming just over 100 years ago, when the world seemed on the verge, perhaps like now, perhaps like many years. Losses of World War one. We're still overwhelming when millions more began to die in the waves of a flu pandemic, which infected his wife, Georgie Hyde Lees while she was pregnant. She and their child would survive. He ate. His poem was published in November. 1920 over the century, since perhaps no poem has been more invoked for vexing times to convey in Yates his own incomparable words, that Things fall apart, the center cannot hold mere anarchy is loosed upon the world. The blood dimmed tide is loosed. And everywhere. The ceremony of innocents is drowned the best, like all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Which scarcely call the second coming the holiday poem, but it makes you feel that a page of history is about to flip. When epic is about to give birth to another. What kind of times will be wrought from a world where the worst are full of passionate intensity? Yates asks. And what rough beast its hour come at last slouches towards Bethlehem to be born. Over the past century. Joan Didion Chin you watch a bay, Lou read Stephen King and scores of other writers and artists have taken phrases from Yates's poem is lines and titles in their own works. It is Roy Peter Clarke, senior scholar at the Poynter Institute. Notes in an elegant recent post history must also note that William Butler Yates became enamored of nationalist authoritarian movements, including fascism. He said, admiring things about Mussolini in eugenics. He wrote a few anthems for the blue shirts and Irish fascist group. When we read, recite or fire our minds with Yates his poem do we somehow Condoned the devastating ideas which he came to favor? What works. Do we choose to keep her discard as we reconsider our history and art? And Patrick, The novelist and memories told us this week that If we applied, today's morals to dead artists and history would be fairly scrubbed of art. The question to ask, she said, is, does this poem still speak to people? Yates passes the test. Continually means something new, because that's what great art does. It has reinvented, re energized. The person who reads it. We make a VHS.

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