Saturday, September 10, 2011

Snow angel in the tideline


Take some lines,
move them, see
how they embed: 


  The awful daring of
  a moment's surrender
  Which an age of 
  prudence can never
  retract




                 My friend,
                 blood shaking my heart


  Which is not to be found in our obituaries
  Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
  Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
  In our empty rooms








T.S. Eliot
The Waste Land
  V What the thunder said
  ll 403-404
     402
     406-409
op. cit.

Michael Reh, photography


3 comments:

  1. the water moves and caresses - and these words do as well

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  2. They're wonderful words, and I will tell you, I love their correlation with the embedding figure in the tideline. We know that place in that water so well, Lucien, that isn't it wonderful to find how impervious all our survivorships always have been, to our experience? Time to read good things, eh?

    :)

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  3. the time is now and is and will be to keep these thoughts foremost in our thoughts - and our future readings !

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