Wednesday, December 21, 2005

ETC: Happy Solstice-mas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Am I the only person who can't hear this poem without thinking of Rodney Dangerfield in Back to School?

5 comments:

landismom said...

Heh. Well, I've not had the two connected in my mind before, but I sure do now!

Cap'n Ganch said...

I always associate this po'm with one of the ratings from brunching.com ... Lore rates each of the Stages of Coping With A Terminal Illness" and it comes into play sometime during "Anger."

Doppelganger said...

Despite my policy to hate sites that are smarter and funnier than mine, I really liked that, Cap'n.

I also like yours. I guess my policy isn't all that iron-clad.

tina said...

Nope, you're not. Thank God I'm not either!

Cap'n Ganch said...

If it's any consolation, Brunching went tits up about two or three years ago.

And I update almost as frequently.

I'd blame it on moving across America (from Pittsburgh back to Idaho), but unfortunately, production was getting dangerously slow prior to that.

However, I can blame current output on the fact that I'm transititionally (I swear!) living at home for a couple months while I figure out which job to accept and where I should live. And my parents only have dial-up. Which is a deadly sin.