{"id":767,"date":"2009-09-20T20:56:37","date_gmt":"2009-09-21T03:56:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/etec540sept09\/?p=767"},"modified":"2009-09-20T20:56:37","modified_gmt":"2009-09-21T03:56:37","slug":"ozy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.ubc.ca\/etec540sept09\/2009\/09\/20\/ozy\/","title":{"rendered":"Ozy"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Ozymandias,<\/a><\/p>\n

One of my first memories of text as something interesting and powerful came from what I at first thought was a ‘dumb’ exercise in public speaking.\u00a0 My Grade 9 English teacher, an Englishman with a blue nose that we suspected was the result of a fondness for pints, required that we memorize and recite a short poem.\u00a0 He offered to help us choose something suitable, and in my case, suggested Shelley’s Ozymandias.\u00a0 As I read it over and over to memorize it, a funny thing happened:\u00a0 I started to like it, I started to appreciate its irony and world weariness.\u00a0 I recited it flawlessly, and can still remember it to this day (though, I admit, I looked it up online to check my memory before posting it below).<\/p>\n

I met a traveller from an antique land
\nWho said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
\nStand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
\nHalf sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
\nAnd wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
\nTell that its sculptor well those passions read
\nWhich yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
\nThe hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
\nAnd on the pedestal these words appear:
\n`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
\nLook on my works, ye mighty, and despair!’
\nNothing beside remains. Round the decay
\nOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
\nThe lone and level sands stretch far away”.
\n–Percy Bysshe Shelley<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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