October 27, 2006


Sometimes, on an impulse, I set up a Google alert for a word that strikes me for some reason or another. I'm looking for some random input, just to shake things loose. The other day -- I can't remember why -- I set up the word "bestial." This word drags in the weirdest stuff, mostly garbage, but today, it brought this.


JohnF said...

That was interesting, and oddly moving, though it is hard to pin down why.

BTW, the new Firefox does cure the non-refresh problem.

Anonymous said...

How interesting! That poem inspired the subject of my first-ever blog post, something I had written on the death of Arafat.

Revenant said...

I've always liked that poem.

KCFleming said...

A great poem.

And "Because It Is Bitter, And Because It Is My Heart" a mostly forgettable book by Joyce Carol Oates.

john(lesser) said...

It's a word I have misspelled most of my life. Easy to toss in the extra "a".

paul a'barge said...



The Duck Goose said...

Yeats, "The Magi"

NOW as at all times I can see in the mind’s eye,
In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones
Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky
With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones,
And all their helms of silver hovering side by side,
And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more,
Being by Calvary’s turbulence unsatisfied,
The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.

Anonymous said...

Another poem by Stephen Crane:

A man said to the universe:
“Sir, I exist!
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
“A sense of obligation.”

Anonymous said...

Indulge me once more another Stephen Crane poem, this one less dark:

In Heaven

In Heaven,
Some little blades of grass
Stood before God.
“What did you do?”
Then all save one of the little blades
Began eagerly to relate
The merits of their lives.
This one stayed a small way behind
Presently God said:
“And what did you do?”
The little blade answered: “Oh, my lord,
“Memory is bitter to me
“For if I did good deeds
“I know not of them.”
Then God in all His splendor
Arose from His throne.
“Oh, best little blade of grass,” He said.

Bob said...

One time as an experiment I set up the key word "doomsday" in a Google Alert, and got all sorts of demented stuff from left-wing sites about Bush.

David Foster said...

If you had searched for "beast" instead of "bestial," you might have gotten another Stephen Crane poem:

God lay dead in heaven;
Angels sang the hymn of the end;
Purple winds went moaning,
Their wings drip-dripping
With blood
That fell upon the earth.
It, groaning thing,
Turned black and sank.
Then from the far caverns
Of dead sins
Came monsters, livid with desire.
They fought,
Wrangled over the world,
A morsel.
But of all sadness this was sad —
A woman's arms tried to shield
The head of a sleeping man
From the jaws of the final beast