Falling

It seems to me this Fall is falling hard, thinking about Kennedy and the fire in Greece. I was struck by the poem "Today" on this post at totalfeckineejit.

And then again...

I have in recent years found the poem "Dover Beach" to be deeply disingenuous...

...the world, which seems

To lie before us like a land of dreams,

So various, so beautiful, so new,

Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help from pain...

WRONG! The only reason that we have all of these lovely, transient manifestations of light and life is that there is no certitude = there is change. Should I cut Matthew Arnold some slack because he's, you know, a dead Victorian? Maybe. Pisses me off though.