Checking the Stars

Okay, I'm gathering my thoughts, checking the stars, doing some cross-referencing. I've got a lot to talk about in the next few posts (with some cool images for those who want to ignore my layman's sermon). So please, stay tuned, and please leave some feedback comments along the way.

Rick Griffin — Blowing the Lid Off — 1973

The illustration, above, has nothing to do with the partial poem by WB Yeats, below. But the stars called out for recognition.

There was a man whom Sorrow named his Friend, 

And he, of his high comrade Sorrow dreaming, 

Went walking with slow steps along the gleaming 

And humming Sands, where windy surges wend: 

And he called loudly to the stars to bend 

From their pale thrones and comfort him, but they 

Among themselves laugh on and sing alway