tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post2904810546692314912..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: T.S. Eliot: The Dry SalvagesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-85818907609488995412011-03-12T08:22:42.370-08:002011-03-12T08:22:42.370-08:00Simon,
I am perhaps not the athlete of Eliot that...Simon,<br /><br />I am perhaps not the athlete of Eliot that you are -- I do grow tired, but the Quartets are not to blame for that, it's old age and the heart slowing meds.<br /><br />Then again, thinking a bit further, without old age and the heart slowing meds, I don't know that I would be able to pause long and often enough from life's hubbub -- I imagine the young and hale to be enveloped in a continuous vital, energetic hubbub -- to appreciate their reflective beauties.<br /><br />At any rate, to take a great liberty in paraphrasing the Johnsonian phrase about there being nothing so good for concentrating the mind as knowing one is to be hanged in the morning, it seems that for Eliot there was nothing so good as bombs falling down around one, both in the morning and at night, to concentrate the poetry.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-74370295295380107332011-03-12T07:38:50.370-08:002011-03-12T07:38:50.370-08:00I can recite the 4 Quartets again and again and ne...I can recite the 4 Quartets again and again and never grow tiredSimon M Hunterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06879703456056313280noreply@blogger.com