But yet I know, where'er I go, that there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth

An antidote for last night's spectacle: the real state of the Union. A collage by Thom Yorke and Talib Kweli via Marc at Pandagon:



THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparell'd in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

--Wordsworth