Eliot wrote a very inspiring and informative
preface for Charles Williams' novel
called ALL HALLOWS EVE. Given what he says there,
it would be hard to
make a case that he didn't believe in all kinds of
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 8:56
Subject: Re: OT - Halloween
Perhaps the List has run
out of gas, Nancy.
As for Eliot and Halloween, I
don't recall offhand any of his poems that allude to this holiday. The
Hollow Man may be considered a "scary" work. And, he wrote poems about
cats. And, he spent some time in Essex County, Massachusetts.
Salem is located in Essex County.
So, Happy Halloween.
From: Nancy Gish <[log in to unmask]
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Sent: Sun, Oct 30, 2011 7:03 pm
OT - Halloween
This whole list has become pointless unless others join in and actually
discuss Eliot. As it stands, it is not even a list. I feel a fool for
We used to have discussions; that almost never happens now, and when it
does briefly, it is quickly interrupted and distorted and everyone stops. So I
may as well also.
>>> Carrol Cox 10/30/11 6:44 PM
When has cr paid any
respect to ANY poem by anyone. He certainly has never paid any respect to any
poemby Elit, since he takes Eliot’s text, ignores it, and writes acommentary
on some fantasy of his own which would make Eliot gag if he were alive
to see it.
One owes respect to Yeats's
poem. It is not about any of this. That is
>>> Chokh Raj 10/30/11
5:40 PM >>>
vigil of this feast is popularly called "Hallowe'en" or
celebrated on the first of November -- instituted to honour all the
known and unknown, to supply any deficiencies in the faithful's
celebration of saints'
'darkness', one may surely implore some
sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the
singing-masters of my soul."
That sounds very
reassuring, Peter. Thanks. - CR
Hallowe'en is the
evening of the day of all saints,//
dark before the light.
Sent: Saturday, October
29, 2011 2:41 PM
Halloween: The Day
of the Dead
was a house—
The walls, the wainscot and the mouse"
Gapes at the vanity of toil,
"Water and fire
The marred foundations we forgot,