A Tragedy of Blind Economics

Unreal City

a burnished throne

glitter of ...  jewels 

flames of sevenbranched candelabra

the pattern on the coffered ceiling 

a game of chess  
lidless eyes
a knock upon the door.


one-eyed merchant / the drowned Phoenician Sailor

'Stetson! 'You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!
'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year? 
'Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?

I had not thought death had undone so many.


fishing in the dull canal

The river's tent is broken

The wind Crosses the brown land, unheard. 

the king my brother's wreck 
the king my father's death before him

cold blast

rattle of the bones
chuckle spread from ear to ear

The river sweats / Oil and tar
Elizabeth and Leicester 
Beating oars
A gilded shell


decayed hole among the mountains

empty cisterns and exhausted wells
no water but only rock

dry sterile thunder without rain

doors of mudcracked houses
agony in stony places

hooded hordes 
cracked earth 
flat horizon 

London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down

Le Prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie

a broken Coriolanus


the man with three staves

Datta  Dayadhvam  Damyata 
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, / Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep seas swell / And the profit and loss. 
the walls Of Magnus Martyr hold / Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold

Who clipped the lion’s wings
And flea’d his rump and pared his claws? 
Thought Burbank, meditating on
Time’s ruins, and the seven laws.

We move above the moving tree
In light upon the figured leaf
And hear upon the sodden floor
Below, the boarhound and the boar
Pursue their pattern as before

fitting Eliot's fragments - pray, forgive