Tag Archives: TS Eliot

TS BS

Posted on February 8, 2014 by John

My idol was once Eliot: I sought out stranger words to seem more erudite and suave, and introduced philosophies through quotes in native tongues; with long, ecstatic footnotes in expository text I piled up paraphrases, odd translations and asides. The … Continue reading →

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P.S., T.S.

Posted on April 27, 2013 by John

My idol was once Eliot: I sought out stranger words that seemed so erudite and suave. I leaked philosophy through lengthy quotes in native tongues; with long, ecstatic notes I piled up paraphrases, odd translations and asides. The simpler the … Continue reading →

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Thus fails poetry

Posted on June 5, 2005 by John

What can I show you in mere words requiring some shared frame, a reference we both use to describe a common ground only imagined that in the vanity of hope we craft of veiled illusions, archetypes that may at best, … Continue reading →

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Tradition and the Individual Talent

Posted on June 3, 2004 by John

for T.S. Eliot When Icarus took flight with home-made wings he sought to rise above, not divine laws, but listening to how the eagle sings attempted to reach past the aeropause that culture places on its young when born to … Continue reading →

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Eliot’s Month, Not Mine

Posted on April 13, 2004 by John

cywydd deuair hyrion April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. — T.S. Eliot, from The Waste Land Again the winds are playing like knives, and … Continue reading →

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On TS Eliot

Posted on February 3, 2004 by John

I’ve read you, T.S. Eliot, and one thing I don’t get is why between such lovely lines you’re such a pompous twit while sharing arcane references lost on non-scholar types you wail and moan the loss of myth with poncey, … Continue reading →

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Coffee Spoons

Posted on March 5, 2003 by John

Little by little, life goes on Minute after minute, and then it’s gone A brief bit of essence to work upon Like a fog lingering on the lawn Little by little, life it grows Hour by hour, it never slows … Continue reading →

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