Talk:Uneasy Lies the Head/@comment-7706473-20131111142221

I would rather see a sky devoid of stars then the autocracy of men. I once heard something like that, hrmn, hmn!..

This is a FANTASTIC piece. It may just be that many peopl who enjoy creepy tales enjoy this turbulent era in history, and that leads to my bias - or it may be the hardened fear of a doom that is unavoidable. Our narrator is dead, sunken, deprived. He knows it as well as we - and we know that when he finally dies, his shall be a death that goes cheered. Rightly? Wrongly?.. It matters not. What matter is that he will die. And he knows it, as well the crowd...

... Though I think I've mentioned my love of Rose of Versailles here or perhaps elsewhere, is there not also a sorrow inherent in the actions of Robespierre? No matter what he did, it seemed to backfire - and his actions, however well-meaning, did indeed grow more and more tyrannical - though one could make the case - ah, but that is neither here nor there.

The use of violence and imagery lifted from histoy and lyrics melds together to make the iron jaw of fate all the more tangible, it's maw narrowing around a neck that knows destiny is just around the corner. The gore is not what shocks us - it is the bloodthirsty, manic excitement of the crowd. That look at the naked excitement of the people is as frightening as it is relevent, even in a world of today, where we prefer our executions televised to avoid the unsightly stains of blood on our clothes, and on our hands.

Freesia, or a French Iris. And as happens in France, so too happens in the east...