Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Wednesday, March 4, 2009


Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal. 


by: T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)

      AS she laughed I was aware of becoming involved
      in her laughter and being part of it, until her
      teeth were only accidental stars with a talent
      for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps,
      inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally
      in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by
      the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter
      with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading
      a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty
      green iron table, saying: "If the lady and
      gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden,
      if the lady and gentleman wish to take their
      tea in the garden ..." I decided that if the
      shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of
      the fragments of the afternoon might be collected,
      and I concentrated my attention with careful
      subtlety to this end.


  1. Ah, yes, T,S Eliot, my absolute favourite of all he poets & naturally the one those who think they know are sill squabbling over. Is he even a poet or just a quack with a knack for stringing doggeral? I think he is very clever. If you read Eliot then sooner or later you touch on every great writer in English & Latin & some more besides. He knows them all, references them all & he writes beauifully o boot.

  2. Whatever he is, I do like him!


I really appreciate the concept and sentiment behind awards, but I cannot participate in them anymore. I have too may and I have not got the time to devote to participating properly. To all who have honored me, I am grateful but I don't have seven more things to tell anyone about myself! And I'm a terrible passer-oner.