The Second Coming
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.
Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight; somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
W. B. Yeats1
I will have to describe more what it is i like about the interaction
Interview with Peter Gabriel about this CD: http://hawk.fab2.albany.edu/bantock/gabriel.htm
Interview with Alex Mayhew (Designer/Art Director): http://www.storycenter.org/diner/pages/am1.html
a review:
http://archive.salon.com/21st/reviews/1998/11/13review.html