Things Fall Apart

Writers who want to describe sweeping global change often quote the W.B. Yeats poem, The Second Coming. You’ve probably seen its famous opening:

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer.
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world…

I found that terrifying when I first read it in high school. Seeing it reduced to a literary trope isn’t all bad.

Nevertheless, “the centre” really wasn’t holding when Yeats composed the poem in 1919 England. The just-ended World War had killed millions, a flu pandemic was killing many more, and British troops were fighting an Irish independence movement. It was a violent, death-filled time. Our economic annoyances are mild in comparison.

Some things are indeed “falling apart,” though. They’re mostly small things. They aren’t killing a bunch of people or crashing the economy. But they’re also not nothing—and may add up to something important.