Thursday, 24 April, 2008
Friends
It seems that I have many different friends and acquaintances that are hurting or in turmoil right now. Sometimes they are the victim, sometimes they are the perpetrator but either way they hurt. I can't wait for summer. Hopefully it will bring some much needed care-freeness to a hard spring.
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Have you ever read T.S.Eliot's The Wasteland? It starts with these lines:
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in the sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
My point? We are in the middle of April. It is the cruelest month. T.S. Eliot said it. Who can deny it?
i love the wasteland.
After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
probably my favourite description of the garden of gethsemane
t.s. eliot is always right
How can you not love the Wasteland, unless of course you are a half-wit!?!
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