Saturday, February 20, 2010
Quiddity, As in Kraken
A super-duper
Squid up from the depths
Is what the id could be
Should the tentacles
Of the ego
Let it go.
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A super-duper
Squid up from the depths
Is what the id could be
Should the tentacles
Of the ego
Let it go.
And what form for the super ego? I wonder.
ReplyDeleteBelow the thunders of the upper deep;
ReplyDeleteFar, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides: above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Battening upon huge sea-worms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
-Tennyson (of course)
Elisabeth,
ReplyDeleteMe, too. Perhaps the ego will have to go fishing with a super rod!
Gerry,
Thanks for sending Alfred's giant squid along with your post--it's Lent over here and a humungous Kraken will go a long way!