When they projected Big Ben on Downing street and 11 sounded I thought of this
For Whom the Bell Tolls
by
John Donne
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
However, we are where we are, and can only make the best of it.
Have you seen the Led By Donkeys Big Ben Projection? I particularly like the music at the end. Neil Innes (who did the whistling) lived in the Tarn et Garonne and loathed Brexit. I think he would have been very proud!
What l like about SF is that it is a mine of information - I was interested to see you refer to Metaphysical poetry - as l have never heard of or knowingly read any -
metaphysical poetry. noun. : highly intellectualized poetry marked by bold and ingenious conceits, incongruous imagery, complexity and subtlety of thought, frequent use of paradox, and often by deliberate harshness or rigidity of expression.
I don’t know where you have been these past few years but today is not a new dawn in human cognisance because one individual has asked a question of a computer.
Millions are asked each day from the simple - “How do l tie a tie?” to the complex “What is the meaning of life?”
Ah! l just realised you wanted to take the piss at my expense - How amusing you are
Shall we leave this ‘shaggy dog’ story here or will it slope off into your intellectual corner, lick it’s proverbial arse and come out fighting for another chapter full of biting wit and new found dialogue - designed to leave us all in awe and stunned amazement at your brilliance. Or as MaryB so perfectly put’s it “Everything is 42”
