Vacuity is an amazing little word when one considers that nature abhors a vacuum and outer space is a virtual vacuum. The concept is complicated enough to maintain a boiling thought in one's mental thermos for quite some time. The quoted lines are ones I very much admire, and I am pleased to run into them again after a long absence.

Peter M.

Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

“Some one frames upon the keys
 That exquisite nocturne, with which we explain
 The night and moonshine; music which we seize
 To body forth our own vacuity.” 

  -- 'Conversation Galante' 

"I should have been a pair of ragged claws
 Scuttling across the floors of silent seas."

An angst that has never ceased to haunt us ??? 

A poetry that has its life in its resonances, most certainly.
A poetry that compels reflection.



a picture, I'll stick it up here for whatever it means: 

"Looking into the heart of light, the silence." 

// existential angst ? //

Memento Mori: Existentialism, The Waste Land and Rosencrantz 


about the author

MALCOLM HEBRON teaches English Literature at Winchester College, UK. He is author of Mastering the Language of Literature, and The Medieval Siege (OUP), and writes articles on language and literature for various academic and educational journals.


From: Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]>;
To: <[log in to unmask]>;
Subject: Prufrock and Other Observations: ruminations
Sent: Sat, Jul 14, 2012 3:58:13 PM

Disjecta Membra
Occasional ruminations on books, art, films, music ...

MONDAY, 14 MAY 2012

T S Eliot: Prufrock and Other Observations 

later flowers for the bees . . .