Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine-- Unweave a rainbow. -- John Keats, Lamia, 1820
Oh,f*** me, I love Keats. Have you heard this one? There was a young woman from Ealing... who had a peculiar feeling. She lay on her back and opened her crack... and pissed all over the ceiling.
Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine-- Unweave a rainbow. -- John Keats, Lamia, 1820
What does it mean? Is it saying that philosophy is a bad thing as it tries to take mystery away from things? Can someone explain what it means please! Thanksxx