OLD THOUGHTS FROM ABROAD
As the New Year rumbles on and as part-timers ( who just cannot hold their drink) mix and mingle with the real drinking classes ; and as the New Philosophy takes political spins from ear to ear, then a piece of a poem for all those that sense metaphysical guilt.

" And new Philosophy calls all into doubt,
The Element of fire is quite put out ;
The Sun is lost, and the earth, and no man's wit
Can well direct him where to looke for it.
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For every man alone thinkes he hath got
To be a Phoenix, and that then can bee
None of that kinde of which he is, but hee.
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Feele this consuming wound, and ages darts,
For the worlds beauty is decai'd or gone,
Beauty, that's colour, and proportion. "

After a sick and first decade to this pathetic 21st century and when even the likes of careerist politicians spin us their new compass bearings as a new philosophy I do hope you, my fellow readers, will find sympathy for olde Zola in the next 48 hours.
Anything can happen !!!

Wish you a better 2008 I do.