{"id":5676,"date":"2010-07-11T22:14:30","date_gmt":"2010-07-12T02:14:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/365sketches.org\/?p=1707"},"modified":"2025-11-14T22:36:38","modified_gmt":"2025-11-15T03:36:38","slug":"202-of-365-is-the-second-coming-illustration-inkscape","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lemasney.com\/consulting\/2010\/07\/11\/202-of-365-is-the-second-coming-illustration-inkscape\/","title":{"rendered":"Gordon Ramsay as a lion by John LeMasney via 365sketches.org #illustration #Inkscape #creativecommons"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Gordon Ramsay as a lion by John LeMasney via 365sketches.org #illustration #Inkscape #creativecommons<\/p><\/div>\n

Where to start? When I asked for suggestions for this project, my very good friend and ideological brother Tim McGee asked me to illustrate one of his favorite William Butler Yeats poems, The Second Coming<\/em>, which I’ve included below. He said that it is mindful of summer solstice for him, and I had hoped to have it for him by the solstice, but I had some trouble determining exactly how to illustrate it. The passage of concrete ideas in the last part of the poem speaks a bit about why I’ve used this imagery, but I have no reason other than pure snark for using Gordon Ramsay<\/a>‘s likeness. I love his shows, a guilty pleasure, and he surely comes off as though he believes he is the second coming. He’s got the look that Yeats talks about, too, I believe. I hope Tim liked it, and as usual, I hope I offended no one.<\/p>\n

“TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
\nThe falcon cannot hear the falconer;
\nThings fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
\nMere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
\nThe blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
\nThe ceremony of innocence is drowned;
\nThe best lack all conviction, while the worst
\nAre full of passionate intensity.<\/p>\n

Surely some revelation is at hand;
\nSurely the Second Coming is at hand.
\nThe Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
\nWhen a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
\nTroubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
\nA shape with lion body and the head of a man,
\nA gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
\nIs moving its slow thighs, while all about it
\nReel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
\nThe darkness drops again; but now I know
\nThat twenty centuries of stony sleep
\nWere vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
\nAnd what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
\nSlouches towards Bethlehem to be born? ”<\/p>\n

– The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats on <\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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