Showing posts with label T. S. Eliot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label T. S. Eliot. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

"I heard the sound from..."


After the dark dove with the flickering tongue/

Had passed below the horizon homing/


While the dead leaves still rattled on like tin
Over the asphalt where no other sound was(...)

-T. S. Eliot. From Four Quartets, "Little Gidding." The Norton Anthology of English Literature. Ed Stephen Greenblatt. W.W. Norton: New York. 2006. p.2315.

Can you imagine what it would be being in a bombardment? Can you imagine the sounds, the horror, the desperation of being the next? Mr. Eliot achieved that in many of his poems specially in the ones quoted.

Although a previous variant was used for the Battle of Britain, and as T. S. Eliot pictures, it was the predominant Ju-87B-2 that was seen in the airs of southern and central England. The ubiquity of the sound of the siren on the wheel spats was its trademark. It is funny how Eliot's perspective is achieved. Like a normal citizen hearing the sounds of death.
There is a good account on modeling issues, that due to their historical concerns to make a good reenactment use a lot of excellent bibliography. Search for this issue of FineScale Modeler, it has a good bibliography and further reading:

-"Junkers Ju-87B-2Stuka. A legend in its time". Warbird Modeling: Battle of Britain. Kalmbach: Wisconsin. May 2005.

Murder in the Cathedral

There are two main topics, I presume, in the soliloquy of Thomas Beckett, the Archbishop of Canterbury in Murder in the Cathedral. The Evidentia figure; the underdog respond of the Knights, and the helplesness of his justification. Read this wonderful play if you haven't, and if you have: discuss it and POST!

"Now is my way clear, now is the meaning plain:
Temptation shall not come in this kind again.
The last temptation is the greatest treason:
To do the right deed for the wrong reason.
The natural vogour in the veninal sin
Is the way in which our lives begin".(44)

"All my life they have been coming, these feet. All my life
I have waited. Death will come only when I am worthy,
And if I am worthy , there is no danger.
I have therefore only to make perfect my will".(69)

Eliot, Thomas Sterns. Murder in the Cathedral. Hartcourt: New York. 1963.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

T. S. Eliot Out Loud

I do not know who reads worst Eliot or Paz, in that sense there is another relation between these two great poets. I really like their work and I even admired them, but both of them read AWFUL, if not just ask .::Hurt::.