Showing posts with label T.S. Eliot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label T.S. Eliot. Show all posts

Sunday, February 27, 2022

Author: T.S. Eliot

 

Thomas Stearns Eliot OM was a poet, essayist, publisher, playwright, literary critic and editor. Considered one of the 20th century's major poets, he is a central figure in English-language Modernist poetry.

Bio:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/T._S._Eliot 

Thursday, March 7, 2013

First Lines: T.S. Eliot - The Hollow Men

 
(art: Pamela Pengelley) 
 
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!

Friday, May 4, 2012

First Lines: T. S. Eliot - The Waste Land


APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

William S. Burroughs: The Cat Inside


The cat does not offer services. The cat offers itself. Of course he wants care and shelter. You don't buy love for nothing. Like all pure creatures, cats are practical. To understand an ancient question, bring it into present time. My meeting with Ruski and my conversion to a cat man reenacts the relation between the first house cats and their human protectors.