Caption: "I'm not singing to THAT guy."
::snerk::
Yes, there is. There's a hurry, Xander. I'm dying...I may have as few as fifty years left.
Anya ,'Same Time, Same Place'
All Ogle, No Cash -- It's Not Just Annoying, It's Un-American
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Steph L. - Feb 24, 2004 6:03:12 am PST #6835 of 9843
I look more rad than Lutheranism
DavidS - Feb 24, 2004 12:36:56 pm PST #6836 of 9843
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Fuck, Eliot's good. Leaving aside the meaning, he's just the best poet of the 20th century in terms of sensous sound.
No fucking way! Yeats kicks Eliot's scrawny ass around the block with euphony.
JohnSweden - Feb 24, 2004 1:55:07 pm PST #6837 of 9843
I can't even.
No fucking way! Yeats kicks Eliot's scrawny ass around the block with euphony.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. Also, WROD.
erikaj - Feb 24, 2004 4:57:25 pm PST #6838 of 9843
Always Anti-fascist!
Ah, Hec, between the two of us, we always elevate the tone of these things...my poetry background's too rusty for me to comment, though.
Sean K - Feb 24, 2004 6:06:11 pm PST #6839 of 9843
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Yeats kicks Eliot's scrawny ass around the block with euphony.
The falcon wheels round the falconer,
Turning and turning in its widening gyre...
Jim - Feb 24, 2004 11:51:33 pm PST #6840 of 9843
Ficht nicht mit Der Raketemensch!
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Although Auden and cummings would give either of them a run for their money.
Am-Chau Yarkona - Feb 25, 2004 1:39:35 am PST #6841 of 9843
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
Poetry deathmatch!
maggie and millie and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)
[memfault]
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea
Frankenbuddha - Feb 25, 2004 4:17:39 am PST #6842 of 9843
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Someone should make a Pound for Pound joke here.
Not me though.
Emlah - Feb 25, 2004 4:45:44 am PST #6843 of 9843
To every idea a shelf...
Can we not leave aside the meaning? Because I still don't get it. I think I basically get the other two poems, though.
I know very little of Eliot, but after reading through Burnt Norton I think perhaps the phrase has something to do with identity within time? The meaning I take from the poem is that we partly define ourselves by organising time into past, present and future. There are states beyond time, "still point[s]", but they are beyond humanity. Our memories and other temporal identity markers are the wire in our blood, keeping us whole, keeping us defined.
Yet the enchainment of past and future
Woven in the weakness of the changing body,
Protects mankind from heaven and damnation
Which flesh cannot endure.
I don't know. I just read through the poem again and found an abundance of lines that contradict my theory. God, I love poetry. Tricksy torturous preciouses.
Deena - Feb 25, 2004 4:57:47 am PST #6844 of 9843
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Jim, that's one of my favorite passages.