‘Culture’ is what you make it

For some, it’s a few choice lines of WB Yeats, taken from a post at Rêveries du Nuit:

“While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scare could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.”

For others, it’s the captivating study of symmetry over at Buster Wants to Fish, a fine blog that has already made its mark in the evolution of angling folklore – ushering the concept of ‘fish porn’ into the archives and introducing in its stead the concept of holding stuff up’.

As with all great art, there is a gallery. You’ll find further exhibits here, here, here, here, here, here, and here. Not that I’m getting obsessive, you understand.


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