Re: In memoriam to space shuttle Columbia
From Gunnar Jauch:
> Good grief, my dear
> what are you DOING on this list?? ;-)
> This is 4Q,
EC III (Four Quartets, East Coker III).
> Read 4Q, re-read it, and
then come back.
> This is a prerequisite for this list.
I thought this list may at least be allowed to
function as a starting point for those who try to know more about Eliot and who
may not have access to all the texts. Could we at least make an effort for
listmembers who may not be experts, but whose posts do at least appear
to have something to do with Eliot? However humorous, I don't
think the reply quoted above was very helpful.
Some people mostly post to the list to churn
out garbage about the merits of different nationalities, or the weather in
Florida. What are THEY doing on this list?
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Wednesday, February 05, 2003 9:30
Subject: Re: In memoriam to space shuttle
am 5.2.2003 1:15 Uhr schrieb Pietros Maneos unter :
In a message dated 2/4/2003
12:06:37 PM Pacific Standard Time, [log in to unmask]
writes:O dark dark
dark. They all go into the dark,
O dark dark dark. They all go
into the dark,
The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the
The captains, merchant bankers, eminent men of letters,
generous patrons of art, the statesmen and the
Which poem is this from? Wasteland?
The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant
into the vacant,
The captains, merchant bankers, eminent men of
The generous patrons of art, the statesmen and the
Distinguished civil servants, chairmen of many
Industrial lords and petty contractors, all go into the
And dark the Sun and Moon, and the Almanach de Gotha
And the Stock
Exchange Gazette, the Directory of Directors,
And cold the sense and lost
the motive of action.
And we all go with them, into the silent
Nobody's funeral, for there is no one to bury.
I said to my
soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness
of God. As, in a theatre,
The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be
With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on
And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant
And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away-
when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations
the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence
And you see behind
every face the mental emptiness deepen
Leaving only the growing terror of
nothing to think about;
Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but
conscious of nothing-
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and
the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you
are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the
stillness the dancing.
Whisper of running streams, and winter
The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,
in the garden, echoed ecstasy
Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the
Of death and birth.
And, b.t.w.: Next time, please make it "The Waste Land",