“Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,/ In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye/ Could frame thy fearful symmetry?”
That first stanza of the famous poem, “Tyger, Tyger, Burning Bright”Â by the eighteenth century English poet William Blake is disproven by this Vanity Fair photo of fallen hero, Tiger Woods.
Snapped by noted photog Annie Liebowitz some years ago, it gracedÂ the mostÂ recent cover of the mag for various reasons including Â America’s very own Tyger Woods’Â November run-in withÂ his mailbox, a hedge, a tree, and Mrs. Woods–and because the near-bankrupt Liebowitz needed some $$$.
Tiger Wood’s “fearful symmetry” has been well framed.
The first billionaire athlete, Eldrick Tont “Tiger” Woods,Â reached the pinnacle of an amazing career and here is depicted as a sullen street thug glaring into the camera with all the malevolence of an AtticaÂ inmate:Â Â
Now, even as his image has been trashed by his adulterous, and hugely expensive,Â relationships with almost as many women as Warren Beatty, “Vanity Fair, a pillar in the virtually all-white magazine industry, refused his desire to be thought of even as Cablinasian, as he coined his mixed-race (Caucasian, black, Native American and Asian) heritage.
“It invalidated his white bona fides of being raised in the suburbs, mastering golf–the whitest sport of them all–and even marrying a quintessential Swedish woman.“
Instead, Vanity Fair returned Tiger to his late father’s dominant race: black:” http://bit.ly/7nMFEd
The import of all this?Â I have no clue except to say that Tiger may want to consider finding a good therapist for his sex addiction, a good accountant to protect his wallet, a superb publicity agent whoÂ can resurrect his reputation and image, and a religious counselor–Buddhist or Christian–whoÂ can teach him discretion if nothing else.
He may also want to try be nicer, something he’s never been very good at.Â Â Â Â Â Â Â