Tonight thinking about this thread and the mess the country is in I suddenly thought of Chinua Achebe’s Novel Things Fall Apart.
WB Yeats wrote The Second Coming the poem that was the,inspiration for Achebe’s novel.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
The novel and then this poem I find very moving nut confess that I might be among the,worst in Yeats poem.
Do you remember the book and this poem?
Project Freedom.. deserves its own thread!
Good Morning Thursday 7th May 2026
