Those Dying Generations (and their song)
I will commend, all summer long, Michael Bérubé’s brilliant and heartfelt exegesis of Yeats’ “Sailing to Byzantium,” the poem from which this blog takes its name.
Michael guesses that I might have something to say about the poem, and he’s right, but he catches me as I’m working against a dissertation-related deadline (don’t worry — I assure you that the dissertation is in its last throes).
Until I’m better able to address his post, I offer you the following take on The Big Lebowski. It’s not quite as eloquent as Yeats’ commentary on the human condition, but it shares a vaguely similar leitmotif. I like to think of it as a gloss on the lines “Caught in that sensual music all neglect / Monuments of unageing intellect.”
The Big Lebowski - F_cking Short Version
(caution: this video contains more profanity than a G8 Summit Meeting, so put on some headphones if you’re at work, and cover the ears of your children if you’re at home)
