Saturday, February 23, 2008

failing roots




So farewell—to the little good you bear me.
Farewell? a long farewell to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes, to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honors thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls as I do.

Henry The Eighth Act 3, scene 2, 350–358

5 comments:

Ibn Bint Jbeil said...

wow, at first i thought it was your writing. i guess your writing is pretty good if a line from sheikh sfeir reminds me of your writing.

poshlemon said...

Ibn Bint Jbeil,

I second what you said :) I thought so too.

transient said...

If that's a completment, I thank you both.

I started to write my feelings toward the present state of the "jnoun" of my homeland and decided that this quote fits a bit more snug.

the artwork (a transient original)is a direct representation of that state.

Anonymous said...

straight syntax

just stay off the road

We've got orders to implement ruin

DangerousDerrida said...

gorgeous wow