beccaelizabeth (beccaelizabeth) wrote,


Today I did a bunch of laundry, wash and dry, chose a bunch of clothes, though that task is mostly still to be sorted out in outfits tomorrow, and got a bit of Tennyson's Ulysses stuck in my head so I had to go read it.

I find it a frustrating work. There's so many excellent phrases in it, but put all together it's a choppy lumpy thing, at least when I read it in my head. And yet there's all these bits that catch at the imagination and won't leave be.

And this gray spirit yearning in desire 30
To follow knowledge, like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.

Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’ 65
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. 70

And you never quite know if the dude is as grand as he thinks he is, but isn't that just very grand indeed? And there's a dream you're not quite sure if you want to sign up to.

It's annoying too because maybe the words make you have a feelings, but then they get sat on by every other time some character quoted them to try and make you have a feelings, usually in a less than nuanced way. And it's not exactly subtle in the first place. And then analysis joins in and the thing goes all parts and pieces.

But it's a set of words that gets caught in my head sometimes like song lyrics, without the advantage of a catchy tune. So it's at least got that.

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