And I who am here dissembled
Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love
To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.
It is this which recovers
My guts the strings of my eyes and the indigestible portions
Which the leopards reject. The Lady is withdrawn
In a white gown, to contemplation, in a white gown.
Let the whiteness of bones atone to forgetfulness.
There is no life in them. As I am forgotten
And would be forgotten, so I would forget
Thus devoted, concentrated in purpose.


beside the point?


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

In 'Snow Storm' Turner created a vortex which both sucks you in and spits you out.


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I now this is a but off-line but after reading this of thought of the vortex imagined by Turner in so many of his paintings.

Eugene Schlanger

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On Feb 2, 2013, at 8:38 AM, P <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

But a very strange way to plow a field.

The maelstrom might be a better source for that image.

P. M.

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

A variation on this is going round and round in a ring endlessly.

"I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring."

Associated with hell in Dante.


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Subject: OT - boustrophedon
Sent: Sat, Feb 2, 2013 12:40:23 PM


Word of the Day for Saturday, February 2, 2013
boustrophedon \boo-struh-FEED-n\, noun:
an ancient method of writing in which the lines run alternately from right to left and from left to right.

This, they call the boustrophedon form because it mimics the back-and-forth pacing of an ox tied to a tether.
-- Chuck Palahniuk, Lullaby

What an image -- the back-and-forth pacing of an ox tied to a tether!
Endless iteration. Central to Buddhist (also Eliot's) perception of life.