Post by con20or on May 20, 2005 20:14:37 GMT
You know the way every now and again you either read or see something that really impresses you? I saw a picture in a WW2 documentary once that was amazing.
It was a picture of Hitler, alone, standing in the rubble of Berlin looking through a huge hole in a wall. I’ve searched for this picture tons of times; this is the closest I could find to it. I just really thought it was an amazing picture, because he was such a lunatic, but had everything, and now he had nothing? If that makes sense. They were the last photos ever taken of him before his suicide.
Kind of reminds you of that poem about Ozymandias, "King of Kings". I’m not a literature buff by the way, this is just something that I remember seeing in a primary school book and stuck with me, and this is probably the one and only time I’ll ever say “kind of reminds you of a poem I once read…..” It’s about somebody walking on a beach or forest or whatever, and they come across this ruined, weathered piece of rubble or pedestal with an engraving on it. It said something like,
"I am Ozymandias, King of Kings. Look on my works ye mighty, and despair".
Thinking about that one helped pass a boring English class for me in my youth.
I just had a look for it online. It took about 2 seconds. Google is amazing! I was close enough. Anyway, I’m looking for that picture of Hitler if anyone knows where I can find it. The one of him alone, and I think it’s a frontal shot, not from the side like this one.
Ozymandias
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 upon 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.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
1792-1822
It was a picture of Hitler, alone, standing in the rubble of Berlin looking through a huge hole in a wall. I’ve searched for this picture tons of times; this is the closest I could find to it. I just really thought it was an amazing picture, because he was such a lunatic, but had everything, and now he had nothing? If that makes sense. They were the last photos ever taken of him before his suicide.
Kind of reminds you of that poem about Ozymandias, "King of Kings". I’m not a literature buff by the way, this is just something that I remember seeing in a primary school book and stuck with me, and this is probably the one and only time I’ll ever say “kind of reminds you of a poem I once read…..” It’s about somebody walking on a beach or forest or whatever, and they come across this ruined, weathered piece of rubble or pedestal with an engraving on it. It said something like,
"I am Ozymandias, King of Kings. Look on my works ye mighty, and despair".
Thinking about that one helped pass a boring English class for me in my youth.
I just had a look for it online. It took about 2 seconds. Google is amazing! I was close enough. Anyway, I’m looking for that picture of Hitler if anyone knows where I can find it. The one of him alone, and I think it’s a frontal shot, not from the side like this one.
Ozymandias
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 upon 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.
-Percy Bysshe Shelley
1792-1822
