pickI‘m struggling to understand T.S. Eliot‘s Four Quartets collection. It is difficult and I‘ve had to go slow and gets lots of help from the Internet. I‘m making progress and every time I have a breakthrough of understanding, I have a greater appreciation for the work. I thought this quote was appropriate for the current world we find ourselves living in. 🌎
#acrossapril April 3: April TBR
I normally don‘t have a monthly TBR as I am a mood reader. So this is a special month! 🎉 The bottom 3 are my #bookspin books and the other 7 are because this is National Poetry month & #poetrymatters.
#HumpDayPost
1. Forget-Me-Nots
2. Say Nothing by Patrick Radden Keefe
3. The Good Fight (so great, especially if you cannot stand our current blowhard-in-chief)
4. T. S. Eliot (favorite poem is tagged)
“Neither plenitude nor vacancy. Only a flicker
Over the strained time-ridden faces
Distracted from distraction by distraction
Filled with fancies and empty of meaning
Tumid apathy with no concentration
Men and bits of paper, whirled by the cold wind
That blows before and after time,
Wind in and out of unwholesome lungs
Time before time and after.”
#QuotsyMay19 | 17: #Virtual
📷: Made with Typorama
#PoetryMatters #driven
Four Quartets, The Dry Salvages.
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightening
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all , but you are the music
While the music lasts. ....... ♥️ TS Eliot
“What the dead had no speech for, when living,
They can tell you, being dead: the communication
Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.”
- Little Gidding
Despite this space on my right being left deliberately cat-sized, Frankie insisted on usurping the lap-space I'd clearly designated for a book and mug of tea!
And, don't be fooled into thinking he has any interest in Eliot. He's on record as saying Old Possum is full of oppressive feline stereotypes, and that the modern poets in general are pretentious shitbags! 🐱☹🐱
Today, I picked up this 1969 slipcased, clothbound Folio edition. The slipcase shows only a little wear, pretty good for almost half-a-century, while the book itself is in lovely condition. The burnt-orange paper titles on the spine, and front and inside-back covers look like they were hand-cut and glued, but that might be wishful thinking! The spine label is, sadly, rather faded, but the others are nice and bright. 👇
Footfalls echo in the memory / Down the passage which we did not take / Towards the door we never opened / Into the rose-garden. 🌹🌹Burnt Norton ✨T. S. Eliot 🌹🌹
“For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.”
From Eliot‘s East Coker from the Four Quartets. I really like Eliot, even when I have to work hard to understand him, because he writes lines like this. #dance #quotsy #quotsydec17
From "East Coker"
#underground #quotsynov17 @TK-421
#four #novemberbythenumbers @JoeStalksBeck @Tiffy_Reads
For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
"To be conscious is not to be in time." Burnt Norton, line 85 #fourquartets #burntnorton #tseliot
Four Quartets | 
