retreat into aesthetics
Here's more Yeats, because I just can't get enough right now.
Politics
How can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics,
Yet here's a traveled man that knows
What he talks about,
And here's a politician
That has both read and thought,
And maybe what they say is true
Of war and war's alarms,
But O that I were young again
And held her in my arms.
(1939)
Note the deliberate anachronism of "Roman"; it's always the same shit. In that spirit, here's something pleasant and beautiful from the man who would later paint Guernica.
Guitar, 1913
