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# Weekend Words: Cloud
- URL: https://hyperallergic.com/weekend-words-cloud/
- Published: 2014-09-07T13:00:54.000Z
- Updated: 2025-11-24T16:32:52.000Z
- Description: Newsweek reported this week that the use of the Cloud has grown so much in recent years that "according to Greenpeace, if this ‘collective cloud’ were a single country, it would rank sixth in the world, in terms of energy consumption, behind only Russia, India, Japan, the U.S. and China, in that ord
- Author: Weekend Editors
- Tags: Opinion, Weekend, Weekend Words, #wp, #wp-post, #image-position-hidden, #Import 2025-11-24 07:03 (2014, 2015, part 1)

![clouds](https://storage.ghost.io/c/51/f8/51f871d8-b6be-4a73-b958-0ca4fff0110a/content/images/hyperallergic-newspack-s3-amazonaws-com/uploads/2014/09/clouds.jpg)

Théo van Rysselberghe, “Heavy Clouds, Christiania Fjord” (1893), oil on canvas, 51 x 63 cm. Museum of Art, Indianapolis. (image via Web Gallery of Art)

*Newsweek* [reported](http://www.newsweek.com/apple-hack-points-broader-vulnerabilities-cloud-268313?ref=hyperallergic.com) this week that the use of the Cloud has grown so much in recent years that “according to Greenpeace, if this ‘collective cloud’ were a single country, it would rank sixth in the world, in terms of energy consumption, behind only Russia, India, Japan, the U.S. and China, in that order.”

> “My mother groan’d! my father wept.  
> Into the dangerous world I leapt:  
> Helpless, naked, piping loud;  
> Like a fiend hid in a cloud.”  
>  
> **—William Blake, “Infant Sorrow”**

> “Human society is based on want. Life is based on want. Wild-eyed visionaries may dream of a world without need. Cloud-cuckoo-land. It can’t be done.”  
>  
> **—H. G. Wells**

> “Let the dream go. Are there not other dreams  
> In vastness of clouds hid from thy sight  
> That yet shall gild with beautiful gold gleams,  
> And shoot the shadows through and through with light?  
> What matters one lost vision of the night?”  
>  
> **—Ella Wheeler Wilcox, “Let Them Go”**

> “The white mares of the moon rush along the sky  
> Beating their golden hoofs upon the glass heavens;  
> The white mares of the moon are all standing on their hind legs  
> Pawing at the green porcelain doors of the remote heavens  
> Fly, Mares!  
> Strain your utmost  
> Scatter the milky dust of stars,  
> Or the tiger sun will leap upon you and destroy you  
> With one lick of his vermilion tongue.”  
>  
> **—Amy Lowell, “Night Clouds”**

> “Hey, you, get off of my cloud  
> Hey, you, get off of my cloud  
> Don’t hang around ’cause two’s a crowd  
> On my cloud baby”  
>  
> **—Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, “Get Off of My Cloud”**

> “The poet is like the prince of clouds  
> Who haunts the tempest and laughs at the archer;  
> Exiled on the ground in the midst of jeers,  
> His giant wings prevent him from walking.”  
>  
> **—Charles Baudelaire, “L’Albatros”**

> “Every time it rains, it rains  
> Pennies from Heaven.  
> Don’t you know each cloud contains  
> Pennies from Heaven?”  
>  
> **—Johnny Burke, “Pennies from Heaven”**