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🩵 I love how my bestie and I fall into our old rhythms so easily.
🩵 Went thrifting with my bestie and scored The Complete Poems and Plays of TS Eliot for $2
🩵 GOOD TROUBLE
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🩵 I'm grateful to myself this week for recognizing my limits AND taking steps to make sure I take time to rest. It's hard for me, and I'm proud of myself.
#5joysfriday @debinhawaii

At one point, I thought that Eliot may be the best poet of the twentieth century. After re-reading this text, I am still of the same mind. Of course, I tend to not think greatly of the verse dramas.

#PoetryMatters - Minute: Eventually just about everything in life relates to poetic words written by T. S. Eliot.

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#PoetryMatters #unseen

From Four Quartets , TS Eliot

#PoetryMatters #desire

April is the cruellest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land , mixing memory and desire ..... ♥️

#PoetryMatters #feelings ( a day late , sorry )

#PoetryMatters #midnight

....” Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.”

Prufrock 1917. T S Eliot ♥️
Thankyou again Licha , I didn‘t make every day , but I really loved it .... & I really appreciate this #PoetryMatters challenge. I mostly do Litsy in the morning, so it‘s like starting the day with a prayer ... a poetry prayer ... ♥️🙏🏻🙏🏻

TS Eliot Four Quartets ... Burnt Norton

#PoetryMatters #Past

#poetryMatters #window #TSEliotMatters
From Prufrock , simple words - big impact on my heart ♥️👍🏻

Portrait of a Lady. TS Eliot
#PoetryMatters #music

The Hollow Men TS Eliot 1925...

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death‘s other #Kingdom
Remember us- if at all - not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

#PoetryMatters

Four Quartets, Burnt Norton
#PoetryMatters #Time

Go , said the bird,for the leaves were full of children, Hidden , excitedly, containing laughter.
Go, go , go , said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time future .....

❤️TS Eliot

#poetrymatters #remember

I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes

From The Waste Land , 1922.
TS Eliot

#PoetryMatters #Home ❤️❤️❤️... Here and there does not matter. We must be still and still moving Into another intensity For a further union, a deeper communion Through the dark cold and the empty desolation, The wave cry , the wind cry , the vast waters of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.

#GetMovin #Wasted TS ELiots The Waste Land. ❤️

#quotsyapril18 #Laughter Hysteria
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it....an elderly waiter saying ... “
if the lady & gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden.. “
I decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might be collected....

❤️T S Eliot 1917

#QuotsyMarch18 #women

From Prufrock:

....In the room the women come & go
Talking of Michelangelo.....

#QuotsyFeb #cat @TK-421 .

The Rum Tum Tugger doesn‘t care for a cuddle; But he‘ll leap on your lap in the middle of your sewing, For there‘s nothing he enjoys like a horrible muddle. Yes the rum tum tugger is a curious cat - and there isn‘t any need for me to spout it:
For he will do
As he do do
And there‘s no doing anything about it.
TS Eliot : The Rum Tum Tugger

QuotsyDec17 #Winter @TK-421 from Journey of the Magi : ‘A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey: The ways deep & the weather sharp, The very dead of winter. T S Eliot.

#DecDays #seasonsoflove @Cinfhen from Four Quartets : “There is a time for the evening under starlight, A time for the evening under lamplight( the evening with the photograph album). Love is most nearly itself When here & now cease to matter “ .......

#TuneIntoNovember #HereItGoesAgain @Cinfhen @Robothugs #Hereitgoesagain preparation for another nights sleep : “You have the key, The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair. Mount. The bed is open; the tooth-brush hangs on the wall, Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life. The last twist of the knife.” From : Rhapsody on a Windy Night. T S Eliot.

I have had this stuck in my head all day. I am apparently feeling fatalistic today.