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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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Tagged arrogance, complexity, illusion, intellectualism, poetry, pride, simplicity, TS Eliot
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P.S., T.S.
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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Tagged complication, erudition, footnotes, NaPoWriMo, overcomplication, simplicity, TS Eliot
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Tradition and the Individual Talent
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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Tagged communication, Daedelus, experience, failure, Icarus, parenting, talent, Tradition and the Individual Talent, TS Eliot
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Eliot’s Month, Not Mine
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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Tagged cywydd deuair hyrion, daily poems, poetic forms, seasons, spring, The Waste Land, TS Eliot, weather, Welsh verse forms
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On TS Eliot
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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Tagged daily poems, education, poetry, reading, scholarship, TS Eliot
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