All week I’ve been meaning to post something about 9-11 and the last five years, but I finally decided against it. This particular website is meant to entertain those associated with or known to Kjel.org, it’s auxiliaries and/or hangers-on, or certain folk unfortunate enough to find the site via search engine. This is not a place at which I ever want to spew real darkness, and I can’t talk about that day and the world we now live in without doing so. So on that note, screw the real world. I’m staying in Kjel.org. Regular programming hopefully resumes tomorrow.
Still: below is some verse that I remember reading 5 years ago tonight, while trying to put things back together. For better or worse it still resonates with me, and that in and of itself might give you some idea as to why I don’t feel like saying more:
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Sorry for the poetry. Next year I’ll put up a picture of the collage I’ve made, or maybe a video of my WTC interpretive dance. . .
