Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote:Reminiscent of the ideals of "holy living and holy dying ... sanctity, chastity, humility, austerity," listed by Eliot in his radio-talks titled 'The Modern Dilemma' (1932).CR
Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote Monday, December 17, 2012 8:07 PM:
Thanks, David, for sharing an exquisite piece, Helen Sutherland at Cockley Moor -- a Rhythm, a Rite and a Ceremony by Val Corbett. Its preface from Charles Peguy's Basic Verities, "Everything was a rhythm and a rite and a ceremony... a tradition...an inner elevation and a prayer...", reminds me of the lofty rhythm of ritual in Eliot's 'East Coker':
In that open fieldIf you do not come too close, if you do not come too close,On a summer midnight, you can hear the musicOf the weak pipe and the little drumAnd see them dancing around the bonfirethe association of man and womanIn daunsinge, signifying matrimonie˜A dignified and commodious sacrament.Two and two, necessarye coniunction,Holding eche other by the hand or the armWhiche betokeneth concorde. Round and round the fireLeaping through the flames, or joined in circles,Rustically solemn or in rustic laughterLifting heavy feet in clumsy shoes,Earth feet, loam feet, lifted in country mirthMirth of those long since under earthNourishing the corn. Keeping time,Keeping the rhythm in their dancingAs in their living in the living seasonsThe time of the seasons and the constellationsThe time of milking and the time of harvestThe time of the coupling of man and womanAnd that of beasts. Feet rising and falling.Eating and drinking. Dung and death.Ah, it's all about "the holiness of the Heart's affections," to borrow a phrase from Keats.It is certainly not the revelry of country yokels, as an insensitive critic I recently came upon pointed out (I'm sorry I don't remember the source).Regards,CR
David Boyd <[log in to unmask]> wrote Monday, December 17, 2012 4:00 AM:
Rather local / obscure study, as part attachedThink the extract was quoted from a preserved letter from HS, but it isn't further referenced.On 17 December 2012 05:39, P <[log in to unmask]> wrote:Marvelous, David. Source?
David Boyd <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
Am aware of the vast ocean liner bearing-down and the recovering from serious operation quips, but just thought it was worth including this rather more pedestrian evaluation of a home visit from Eliot, made by Helen Sutherland, a mid-twentieth century patron of (modern) art in UK:-‘... and who do you think was brought here by my long friends Janetand Michael Roberts one exquisite Sunday and ate some of myspeciality of white currant jam? Well, TS Eliot. It moved me verymuch to meet him. He is beautiful to look at - very clear-cut featuresbut so sensitively and generously moulded. I was so deeply struck byhis humility and the extent of his humanity – I found, felt, or seemedto do so, what I did not at all expect or count on, an instinctivesympathy between us - though I was very shy and he is rather silent -so that I received something most special and lovely from his visit.....'