For an interesting and more contemporary metaphor for worlds ending (paradigms shifting?), read Sherman Alexie’s “The Powwow at the End of the World” at the Poetry Foundation.
There was a Poetry for the End of the World Party in Ottawa this past winter. How awesome is that? Sadly we missed it (hopefully they’ll have another when the next apocalypse is announced) but you need to go visit the site to read about VERSe, the group that put it on, and to go read Ian Ferrier’s winning poem.
I’ve yet to figure why so many people have this whole world ending thing. Something about Mayan cycles. Given that they went by a 52 year cycle and it was a lot of social control by the priestly class… Yeah. Okay. Sorry, I keep forgetting that reason has no place with that topic.
Still, as good a reason as any to share another of my favorite elegantly pessimistic poems.
Fire and Ice
by Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
So what’s your vote, hatred or desire? I suppose it doesn’t really have to be an either/or question…