The Pain Felt Afar: Libya

The Flame Burns Slower as sub-Saharan Mercenaries Arrive …

I’m getting quite fatigued suffering the pain of revolution in Libya.  I, here, in California, they on the streets of Benghazi and Tripoli.  My spirit flies at night to the smell of gasoline and cordite… and the stench of tyranny.

I’ve been reading the texts of  Western civilization sparingly to remind myself of the story of how we came to be here, at this time and the story of how we got here.  How Socrates inquisitive, irritating, probing spirit suffered death at the end of the age of Pericles, Plato’s channeling his spirit and Aristotle’s reforming his views at the dawn of empire.

And so I am touched by Yeat’s poem, “The Second Coming,” despite its cloying Christian imagery.  But I look beyond it to the sense North Africa is a sleeping giant about to rise, and shake its powerful mane.

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
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

I’m distressed that each attempt for the people of the earth to gain a benefit from the riches in the sand.  They will find it harder and harder, whose sweat and blood have fed the despots, to claim their own.  Each battle becomes a “war game” to teach the entrenched to better defeat the weak.

Actual videos of mercenaries in Tripoli have been hard to find.  It is said they are afoot in darkness but some footage has appeared on YouTube. -carlos

About carlos

I'm a curious person, of reasonable intellect, "on the beach" (retired) and enjoying my interest in anthropology, language, civil rights, and a few other areas. I've been a hippie/student/aerospace tech writer in the '60s, a witness to the Portuguese revolution in the ‘70s, a defense test engineer and witness to the Guatemalan genocide in the '80s, and a network engineer for an ISP in the '90s. Now I’m a student and commentator until my time is up. I've spent time under the spell of the Mesoamerican pyramids and the sweet sound of the Portuguese language. I've lived in Europe, traveled in Brazil, Central America, Iceland, New Zealand, and other places. My preferred mode of travel is with a backpack and I eat (almost) anything local. Somehow, many of the countries I have been to have had civil unrest (for which I was not responsible). I'm open to correspond with anyone who might share my liberal, humanist interests. I live in San Buenaventura, California.
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