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Incidentally, 
 
To Walter de la Mare -- T S Eliot 
 
                                  "when the lawn
Is pressed by unseen feet, and ghosts return
Gently at twilight, gently go at dawn,
The sad intangible who grieve and yearn; 
 
When the familiar is suddenly strange
Or the well known is what we yet have to learn,
And two worlds meet, and intersect, and change;
 
When cats are maddened in the moonlight dance,
Dogs cower, flitter bats, and owls range
At witches' sabbath of the maiden aunts;"  
http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2000/12/to-walter-de-la-mare-t-s-eliot.html
 
One can write a whole dissertation on "the primacy of the supernatural" in Eliot's poetry.
 
CR 
From: Peter Montgomery <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask]
Sent: Wednesday, November 2, 2011 12:42 AM
Subject: Re: OT - Halloween


 
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 spirits.
 
P.
----- Original Message ----- 
>From: Kate Troy 
>To: [log in to unmask] 
>Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 8:56 PM
>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.
>
>Kate
>
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>-----Original Message-----
>From: Nancy Gish <[log in to unmask]>
>To: TSE <[log in to unmask]>
>Sent: Sun, Oct 30, 2011 7:03 pm
>Subject: Re: OT - Halloween
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>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 even commenting.
>
>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.
>Nancy
>
>>>> 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.
> 
>Carrol
> 
>From:T. S. Eliot Discussion forum. [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Nancy Gish
>Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 4:56 PM
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: Re: OT - Halloween
> 
>One owes respect to Yeats's poem.  It is not about any of this. That is harm.
>Nancy
>>>> Chokh Raj 10/30/11 5:40 PM >>>
>All Saints' Day 
> The vigil of this feast is popularly called "Hallowe'en" or "Halloween".'Solemnity' is celebrated on the first of November -- instituted to honour all the saints,
>known and unknown, to supply any deficiencies in the faithful's celebration of saints' feasts during the year. 
> http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/01315a.htm 
> Faced with 'darkness', one may surely implore some 'light'. No harm, I suppose. CR
> 
>From:Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 12:43 PM
>Subject: Re: OT - Halloween
>"O sages standing in God's holy fire
> As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
> Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
> And be the singing-masters of my soul." 
> 
> CR 
> 
>From:Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 9:00 AM
>Subject: Re: OT - Halloween
>That sounds very reassuring, Peter. Thanks. - CR
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>From:Peter Montgomery <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Sent: Sunday, October 30, 2011 8:41 AM
>Subject: Re: OT - Halloween 
> 
>//Hallow means Holy.
>Hallowe'en is the evening of the day of all saints,//
>The dark before the light.
> 
>P.
>----- Original Message ----- 
>>From:Chokh Raj 
>>To:[log in to unmask] 
>>Sent:Saturday, October 29, 2011 2:41 PM
>>Subject:OT - Halloween
>> 
>>Halloween: The Day of the Dead
>> 
>>http://www.bbc.com/travel/blog/20111028-travelwise-halloweens-past-and-present ;
>> 
>>"Dust inbreathed was a house—
>> The walls, the wainscot and the mouse" 
>> 
>>"The parched eviscerate soil
>> Gapes at the vanity of toil,
>> Laughs without mirth." 
>> 
>>"Water and fire shall rot
>> The marred foundations we forgot,
>> Of sanctuary and choir."
>> 
>> CR
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