...is his oyster, and his powers of contemplation secrete the layers of the pearl of his secular soul. An aged man is but a paltry thing A tattered coat...louder sing For every tatter in its mortal dress. 44 —Yeats The achievement is more difficult for someone with a bad childhood, a short attention span,...

...begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unageing intellect. II An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless 10 Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing0 For every tatter in its mortal dress, Nor is there...

...poet William Butler Yeats felt passionately how bodily decrepitude called forth the power of song: An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat...and louder sing For every tatter in its mortal dress . . . ("Sailing to Byzantium") The following lament, from the Gond tribe of central India, has no such...

...it between his shoes. "I probably won't remember this right," Jonathan said. "'An aged man is like a tattered coat upon a stick unless soul clap its...louder sing for every tatter in its mortal dress.'" Slumped over, the teacher ran his finger slowly around the rim of the glass. "But Oglethorpe was no...

...And know the place for the first time. K4 Chapter 4 COEVOLUTION OF PRIMARY PROCESS IN BRIEF THERAPY' An aged man is but a paltry thing A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clap its hands and sing. — WB Yeats When I met Milton Erickson in the mid-1970s, he was an aged man leaning upon a stick,...

...begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect. Monuments of unaging intellect. An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul claps its hands and sing, and louder sing For every tatter in its mortal dress, Nor is there singing...

...your soul clap its hands and sing. JH: Yeah, well, that's that Yeatsian overwhelming irony, you know, "an aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless soul claps its hands and sings." Which is true. But how do you keep alive? It's a question for all of us,...

...beside that 'paltry thing, / a tattered coat upon a stick', Yeats' aged human being in need of a soul to 'clap its hands and sing, and louder sing / For every tatter in its mortal dress'. If what drives deepest in our theatre is its closeness to the ephemera of creation itself, drawing...

...ofunaging intellect. An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul claps its hands and sing, and louder sing For every tatter in its mortal dress, Nor is there singing school but studying Monuments of its own magnificence; And therefore I have sailed...

...create one — out of that very love and suffering he harvested; and, like Yeats's 'Soul', his had to 'clap its hands and sing, and louder sing / For every tatter in its mortal dress'.5 This is the truth of his music: it is his homeland, his dwellingplace. At the same time, however,...