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VANITY! ALL VANITY!
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.
Percy Shelly
Poet Percy Shelley issued an apology today, retreating from harsh statements he had previously made about Ozymandias, a once-intimidating ruler whose only remaining legacy is the shattered remains of a single statue.
“My intent was not to go after Ozymandias – I have enormous respect for Ozymandias,” Shelley said. “I was maybe a little bit inarticulate. … There was no attempt on my part to diminish his voice or his leadership.”
So Ozamandias is the root word of Oxycontin and Shelley had enormous respect because it took that much to cover all of Ozamandias?? Are those bare white vast legs decaying because the groin went to the Carribean searching for the fountains of youths? And where is Ann Coulter’s bust? Is she Anne of a Thousand Days? Can she be? Is every fat man Henry? Who arrived in a monocotyledonous marsh plant basket? I need to check my Wiki. Later,
S