Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Tiger Tiger Burning Bright

Rumor has it that Tiger Woods is at Sierra Tuscon being treated for his sex addiction. If so, I guess that's a good thing. His life has certainly fallen apart and he is about to lose his family and some of his fame not to mention a whole lot of money. I think he probably needs a safe place to try and figure out who he really is and what that person really wants from life. Like they say, an addict needs to " hit bottom" before he can be motivated to even want to clean up his act.

Perhaps Tiger's fall from grace and the loss of everything that made him Tiger Woods will turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to him. Life's bone crunchers have a way of turning into life savers if handled right. I'm betting on Tiger doing the right thing. I think it bodes well that he has disappeared from view and I'm not finding all the Tiger jokes on late night TV and YouTube very funny. I think Tiger may well have the last laugh.

I think Tiger is doing exactly the right thing and I wish him well. I can't help thinking of the William Blake poem that starts " Tiger, Tigeer, burning bright" This Tiger certainly is burning bright and I only hope he is guided by some unseen, immortal hand to a new life and a new understanding. Go Get 'em, Tiger.

The Tiger

William Blake

Tiger Tiger. burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile His work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger Tiger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

1 comment:

Frieda Babbley said...

Tee-hee. Funny and true. Appropriate poem. Hmmm, so it's a sexual addiction. That explains it. He probably has an addict personality. OC about everything he takes on. I should have picked a different something or other to OC about if I were him. But I'm not *wiping brow*.