Maybe it was the reference to sand or a sub-text about the impermanence of things in a comment by Daniel Hoffman-Gill (link to left) on my last posting that brought to mind Shelley's Ozymandias. Here it is...
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away
Quality or what? Blake yesterday, Shelley today. Let it never be said that this blog is not culturally enriching!. Here is the prototype for Ozymandias - Rameses II - in the British Museum minus big chunk off the top of his head. These things happen...
I've never posted a Beatles song before and don't hold your breath waiting for another (it's my generation but I was never a huge fan) but I do like this song...