The sea has many voices, Many gods and many voices.
T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets; from 'The Dry Salvages'
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The sea has many voices, Many gods and many voices.
T. S. Eliot, Four Quartets; from 'The Dry Salvages'
I love listening to George read so I really couldn't not ask him to read one of my favorite poems
Part V of East Coker by TS Eliot from Four Quartets, which I have included under the cut
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George also read Little Gidding by Eliot and October by Louise Glück
If you came this way, Taking any route, starting from anywhere, At any time or at any season, It would always be the same: you would have to put off Sense and notion. You are not here to verify, Instruct yourself, or inform curiosity Or carry report. You are here to kneel . . .
— T. S. Eliot, from "Little Gidding" in "Four Quartets" (Harcourt, Brace & Co, 1942) (via A Layman's Blog)
T. S. Eliot. Collected Poems 1909‑1962. Faber & Faber, 2009.
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Ralph Fiennes Four Quartets
in succession, houses rise and fall
Ralph Fiennes in Four Quartets (2021) Photos by Matt Humphrey
Hilma af Klint (Swedish, 1862-1944), Mjältens kraft [[The Power of the Spleen], 1931. Watercolour on paper, 47 x 32 cm.
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To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not, You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy. In order to arrive at what you do not know You must go by a way which is the way of ignorance. In order to possess what you do not possess You must go by the way of dispossession. In order to arrive at what you are not You must go through the way in which you are not. And what you do not know is the only thing you know And what you own is what you do not own And where you are is where you are not.
T.S. Eliot from FOUR QUARTETS (East Coker)