caffolding is not really that interesting by itself. It only exists to enable building work to be done to make more beautiful that which is to be seen. But nonetheless, here is some of the scaffolding for a poem I wrote some time ago.
Archive for May, 2008
he poet’s arrogance!
He prates poet-patter, pretentious prat,
–as though the world empearls
around that speck of dust!–
Styed distant eyes ad astra in destined disaster,
For blind men only follow Homer,
Scaréd and white,
Who stared into the bright void.
very insightful warning from Richard Baxter, in the aftermath of the English Civil War:
Abhor the popular spirit of envy, which maketh the poor, for the most part, think odiously of the rich and their superiors; because they have that which they had rather have themselves… They think that they are the maintainers of the commonwealth, and the rich are the caterpillars of it, that live upon their labours, like drones in the hive, or mice and vermin that eat the honey, which the poor labouring bees have long gathered. For they are unacquainted with the labours and cares of their governors, and sensible only of their own. This envious spirit exceedingly disposeth the poor to discontents, and tumults, and rebellions; but it is not of God…
