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King Nothing (by guest blogger Fisch)

Did you ever love a song so much that you played it over and over and felt that it really spoke to your soul…until you finally looked up the lyrics and were like “wtf is this crap?”

(When I write my book based on Dawn’s life, there will be a chapter filled with the lines she overuses. Here would be where she’d say “umm no? Me neither. ‘Whistles’)

(Another thing about Dawn…If I had forgotten to write the poetry-Wednesday that I volunteered for, she NEVER would have reminded me. Because it would be, oh, so much more devastating if I remembered on my own days later and said OMG.)

(The book will be titled “Scrutable.”)

This poem was something like that for me (the WTF part, not the crap part).

Ozymandias
by Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

When I was younger, I must have heard the snippet “I am ozymandias king of kings, look on my works ye mighty and despair” and thought it was a bad-ass statement. I even said it to others once in a while when I wanted to be particularly bad-ass.

But as I learnt when I finally read the poem…I had it backwards.
The “colossal wreck” is all bark and no bite.

So what’s the lesson?

We’re all tiny tiny specks in a tiny tiny part of the universe and no one will remember any of us in a hundred years, let alone a thousand or ten.

But isn’t that such a relief?
Nothing we do or don’t do really matters, because we’re nobody. We’re all nobodies.
Yay.

(Except for the fact that Ozymandias is immortalized not only by this poem but by the bible too, as supposedly he is the king of the Egyptians that wouldn’t let Moses go…ten plagues…yada yada…So maybe what we do does matter?)

Of course, this whole argument about nothing mattering because we’re so small and fleeting, goes on the assumption that that would be the measure of what matters. If instead we judge based on the affect we have on others during our lifetime, then it’s a good time to spread some holiday comfort and joy.

Happy holidays!

20 Responses to “King Nothing (by guest blogger Fisch)”

  1. Fisch Says:

    What’d you get bored from the snow, drunk on Jameson’s and post poetry wednesday on Sunday night?

  2. Dawn Summers Says:

    A little from column A, a little from column B. :) And I was supposed to be the first comment! I had a great comment! And now not. HMPH.

  3. Fisch Says:

    lol I googled HMPH to see what it stood for, and realized you meant Hmph!
    Okay let’s start over, I’ll end the column, and you add the comment fresh.

    Happy holidays!

  4. Dawn Summers Says:

    Wait. What? You google HMPH and discovered it meant Hmph? O_O (While nowhere close to fuelsellage, this may rank as your second most…er… fuelsellage moment.) And what column are you ending? I am very confused.

  5. Dawn Summers Says:

    Oh. I get it. No, you’re stupid.

  6. Fisch Says:

    LOL. Your comment 2 above read to me as such:

    You’re stupid but I’m really stupid.

  7. Dawn Summers Says:

    How do you determine what effect you have on others?

  8. Fisch Says:

    It’s not my fault that I emailed it to you correctly and you changed effect to affect. You’re a horrible copy and paster!

  9. Pearatty Says:

    You guys should get some sleep.

    Good poem, Fisch. Nice Biblical background, and nice with the positive twist on it. I like it.

  10. Dawn Summers Says:

    Hi Pearatty!

    Did you get my email?

  11. Dawn Summers Says:

    who knew you guys all hang out in my comment section on sunday nights? Why did no one invite me? #rude

  12. Fisch Says:

    Thanks, Pearatty.

    And it appears Ms. Summers has already conked out, or she would have replied back with some semi-sharp retort by now. #lightweight

  13. Fisch Says:

    Or not.

  14. Pearatty Says:

    Hi Dawn! No. I’ll have to check my email. Did you get my text?

  15. Pearatty Says:

    Heh, Fisch. She did reply. I will not comment at to the sharpness or not.

  16. Dawn Summers Says:

    @fisch everyone knows that my copy paste skills are excellent. Now answer my question: if existence isn’t futile because of the difference you make in one’s lifetime, how do you gauge that difference? Does anyone ever admit the difference they make is a negative one?

  17. Fisch Says:

    It’s not about admission. It’s about actuality. Just because the truth can’t always be known, doesn’t mean a truth doesn’t exist. And just because it would be nearly impossible to gauge in actuality, doesn’t mean one can’t hypothetically gauge it.

    Or, in English: Do your best to make others smile and make their lives better for having had you in it. Can you be guaranteed to be successful? No.

  18. F-Train Says:

    Speaking of people who could have made a difference in my life… why the HELL didn’t you call me back yesterday Ms. Dawn Summers? Instead all I got was an incredibly #RUDE “Fuck you!” via Twitter in response to a tweet that wasn’t even directed at you.

  19. Dawn summers Says:

    sorry. I debated deleting it, I was only kidding. And what is this “call”, you speak of? Is that like writing on your facebook wall or something?

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