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
the water moves and caresses - and these words do as well
ReplyDeleteThey'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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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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