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Super-Emo Percy Bysshe Shelley Has a Warning for Us

Nicole Mulhausen

Staff Writer

After a childhood spent traveling around the country, Nicole Mulhausen landed in the maritime Pacific Northwest for college; finding it to be God’s Country, she never left. By day (and night) she manages a performance venue at a small liberal arts college, where she regularly rubs elbows with talented writers and musicians. Alongside the chickens, Artemis and Athena, she holds the fort at home while her two dashing sons galavant around the planet, flying airplanes in Montana and deep sea diving in Southeast Asia. With a nest now empty (aside from the chickens), she has more time to follow her sons' lead, exploring hitherto unknown wonders — like reading the works of authors-not-yet-dead. Twitter: @nicolemulhausen

Since the inauguration, seems like every time I read a news article about an executive order or cabinet appointment or policy shift, there’s a line at the end about President Obama’s legacy.

And then I think of Super-Emo Percy Bysshe Shelley. And my friend Linda, who knows everything about everything.

When my boys were little and wicked into the ancient world, we read several stories about the Egyptians. Linda and her girls were over one day, and she noticed our stash of books. She asked, “Have you read about Queen Hatshepsut yet?”

Evidently, when Queen Hatshepsut’s nephew Thutmose, her successor, came into power, he decided to physically erase all mention of the queen. And here Linda mimed someone with a chisel and hammer, and giggling, asked, “Can you imagine?!”

Chisel and hammer: *tap-tap-tap* “Oh, no! Here it is again. Better get that one, too!” *tap-tap-tap* “Can’t have this!” *tap-tap-tap*

It was funny then. You know, when it was an ancient pharaoh and far away and just a name being erased, instead of policies that support a civil society and the general health of the planet.

Before the hearteningly swift and furious reaction to the announcement last week that the United States would withdraw from the Paris Accord, I was feeling a little blue. (*tap-tap-tap*) And then my pal Wayne reminded me, “Sic transit gloria mundi.” Thus passes the glory of the world. “Like Ozymandias.” 

Remember old Ozy? Percy’s ridiculous dead king?

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

The same hammer and chisel that created the inscription erases it. 

*tap-tap-tap*

While our current administration sure seems hell bent on erasing, and we can even now see foreshadowing of “colossal Wreck,” we each get to choose how we’ll use our hammer and chisel.

So I thought about Percy and Ozymandias and giggling Linda. I bucked up. And sent thank you notes to my governor and mayor.

*tap-tap-tap*