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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?
It is titled Spiritus Mundi, inspired by the Yeat's Poem, The Second Coming.
Every part of the costume was made impulsively without a design in mind, instead tapping into the collective memory,
SPIRITUS MUNDI
This costume was made in brass & leather and other materials I own, such as belts, shoe laces. The wig was hand weaved from raffia, shredded and dyed. Mask - Leather & brass wire. Brass armor - forged & soldered with brass tubes that were scored. All Brass jump rings were handmade including the chainmail.
+masked dances & dramatic presentations are usually started in time of distress or danger, to reaffirm the old principals that rule the world.