Friday, May 28, 2010
Those Damn Binaries
The mysterious, and more ample, further waters.
And so their bland-blank faces turn and turn
Pale and forever on the rim of suction
They will not recognize.
Of those who dare the knowledge
Many are whirled into the ominous centre
That, gaping vertical, seals up
For them an eternal boon of privacy,
So that we turn away from their defeat
With a despair, not for their deaths, but for
Ourselves, who cannot penetrate their secret
Nor even guess at the anonymous breadth
Where one or two have won:
(The silver reaches of the estuary).
W.B. Yeats in "The Second Coming" also demonstrates a position outside binaries. "The falcon cannot hear the falconer" (2). It is not the case that the falcon either obeys or disobeys the falconer's commands; it cannot hear the commands - thus Yeats introduces a third term.
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
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,