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We shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of all our exploringWill be to arrive where we startedAnd know the place for the first time.Through the unknown, unremembered gateWhen the last of earth left to discoverIs that which was the beginning At the source of the longest riverThe voice of the hidden waterfallAnd the children in the apple treeNot known, because not looked forBut heard, half heard, in the stillnessBetween two waves of the sea.Quick now, here, now, always A condition of complete simplicity Costing not less than everything And all shall be well andAll manner of thing shall be wellWhen the tongues of flames are in foldedInto the crowned knot of fireAnd the fire and the rose are one.Fuck Me This is the first record of my reading that I have not posted on this website in 6 and a half years.You can find my full review of the amazing experience of this book at soapboxing ORIGINAL Well I just I what I mean to say is I think IHoly fuck.Yeah, gimme a minute on this one, guys. [Read Pdf] ☢ Four Quartets ♐ The Four Quartets Is A Series Of Four Poems By TS Eliot, Published Individually From To , And In Book Form In It Was Considered By Eliot Himself To Be His Finest Work Each Of The Quartets Has Five Movements And Each Is Titled By A Place Name BURNT NORTON , EAST COKER , THE DRY SALVAGES , And LITTLE GIDDING Eliot S Insights Into The Cyclical Nature Of Life Are Revealed Through Themes And Images Woven Throughout The Four Poems Spiritual, Philosophical, And Personal Themes Emerge Through Symbolic Allusions And Literary And Religious References From Both Eastern And Western Thought The Work Addresses The Connections Of The Personal And Historical Present And Past, Spiritual Renewal, And The Very Nature Of Experience It Is Considered The Poet S Clearest Exposition Of His Christian Beliefs The Merriam Webster Encyclopedia Of Literature If you re into stuff like this, you can read the full review.Profound Place Four Quartets by T S Eliot Original Review, 1981 05 12 I m always impressed by the influence of mediaeval mystical texts on Four Quartets This was the subject of a chapter in my thesis These days, I would probably want to change some of the argument of that chapter, but I would not change the overall conviction that a primary concern of the poems was the maintenance of an almost intolerable tension between the way of affirmations Apparently I haven t put this into Goodreads and thought I did Ah well.This is really good poetry Don t trust me Go read it It s not very long, and you can probably find it in 30 seconds on Google Please go read it.That being said, it is rather astonishing Eliot has this rhythm, which survives even in Prufock, and shines here Themes from religion and nature and history Heraclius and Marcus Aurelius and St John and aphorism and myth, Pentacostal fire and the chanting advance of the Bhagavad Ghita This stuff speaks to you It has overly religious themes, which somehow seem very universal History and the present moment Written in the despair and fragile hope of the Blitz.Bluh I m far too inarticulate to give these praise Go read them Then come back in a few months and closely follow a few lines, and commit them to memory Then read them again. This type of poetry fills me with bewilderment of where was I till now and how it took me this much time to encounter something as brilliant as this This is something that I ve been reading and returning to for than 40 years Few works are so intimately connected with my own life changes Truly, all poems are read afresh with each reading as oneself changes, the poems change In the case of Four Quartets, I used to go o it for melancholy comfort, a vague spiritual longing too balmed with its reverberations of paradox and eastern thoughts while rooted in the soil of an East Anglian mysticism I also found its original influence along with Auden et al on me towards Leavisite cultural pessimism now reflected back, refracted rather, through prisms of my own beginnings and ends I have swerved away from both such indulgences, especially the second which I now feel as naive and elitist.One thing that hasn t changed is that these are excellent poems by any standard I heard not long ago a world famous novelist decry Eliot s poetry on the ground that he was anti semitic He said that if Eliot s stuff was good poetry it doesn t say much for poetry Leaving aside the intense debates about Eliot s views debates without any agreed conclusion , less controversial would be his adherence to a strict and disciplined anglicanism, royalism and belief in tradition none of which I personally have any time for As it happens, I don t think Eliot was any anti semitic than, say Winston Churchill, or any of the thousands of other establishment figure s in England s torrid history of discrimination against Jewry The poems themselves gain their power not from statements, affirmations and exclusions, but from their formal qualities Insofar as I have just re read them it was to appreciate again Eliot s persistent difficulty in expressing the ineffable, in using words no matter how brilliantly, to go beyond themselves For me, the best poets and writers have as their chief energy a longing which can at best be partially expressed only by dismantling the very means of expression So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l entre deux guerresTrying to use words, and every attemptIs a wholly new start, and a different kind of failureBecause one has only learnt to get the better of wordsFor the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in whichOne is no longer disposed to say it And so each ventureIs a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulateWith shabby equipment always deterioratingIn the general mess of imprecision of feeling,Undisciplined squads of emotion And what there is to conquerBy strength and submission, has already been discoveredOnce or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hopeTo emulate but there is no competition There is only the fight to recover what has been lostAnd found and lost again and again and now, under conditionsThat seem unpropitious But perhaps neither gain nor loss.For us, there is only the trying The rest is not our business East Coker V Words move, music movesOnly in time but that which is only livingCan only die Words, after speech, reachInto the silence Only by the form, the pattern,Can words or music reachThe stillness, as a Chinese jar stillMoves perpetually in its stillness.Not the stillness of the violin, while the note lasts,Not that only, but the co existence,Or say that the end precedes the beginning,And the end and the beginning were always thereBefore the beginning and after the end.And all is always now Words strain,Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,Will not stay still Shrieking voicesScolding, mocking, or merely chattering,Always assail them The Word in the desertIs most attacked by voices of temptation,The crying shadow in the funeral dance,The loud lament of the disconsolate chimera Burnt Norton V The Four Quartets by TS Eliot is a classic The Four Quartets are regarded by many to be the greatest philosophical poem of this century The titles of the four sections which make up the Quartets are place names, each corresponding to a phase of spiritual development What particularly satisfies about the Four Quartets is that they complete Eliot s broad spiritual landscape begun with Prufrock, Gerontion, and The Wasteland, poems about failure in a bankrupt universe, but with the words from the Upanishads, Datta Dayadhvam Damyata1 spoken by the thunder at The Wasteland s conclusion, Eliot anticipates a revitalized world that he fully conceives in the Four Quartets In this later poem, Eliot once again includes the world of desire, fear, and death that haunted The Wasteland and other earlier efforts but in the Quartets the importance of this darker world has been diminished, relegated to the sphere of time to form a mere backdrop to Eliot s expanded vision of life as unblemished eternity The greatest achieve of Eliot in Four Quartets, is the way he manages to reach out to the greatest poet in history, who lived a number of centuries ago, and have the language speak with his tongue, simultaneously admitting that Dante s world view cannot be copied in today s world but that does not mean that his form of structure and vivid allusions should not be employed in this poem, the Trecento and the century of the atomic bomb have found common ground to behold each other as not quite congenial, yet deeply related brothers The past is not dead it s not even past yet. I remember being at my first anatomy dissection as a demonstrator took this slim volume out of his pocket and said to me, in a room full of cadavers, In my end is my beginning. Isn t that wonderful TS Eliot Do you know it You must read it If I d read the scene in a novel I would have thought it contrived and overly theatrical But I swear it actually happened. Young Eliot Chris Buzelli present and time pastAre both perhaps present in time futureAnd time future contained in time past.If all time is eternally presentAll time is unredeemable.What might have been is an abstractionRemaining a perpetual possibilityOnly in a world of speculation.What might have been and what has beenPoint to one end, which is always present.Footfalls echo in the memoryDown the passage which we did not takeTowards the door we never openedInto the rose garden My words echoThus, in your mind But to what purposeDisturbing the dust on a bowl of rose leavesI do not know Tiempo presente y tiempo pasadoEst n ambos quiz presentes en el tiempo futuroY el tiempo futuro contenido en el tiempo pasado.Si todo tiempo es eternamente presenteTodo tiempo es irredimible.Lo que pod a haber sido es una abstracci nY permanece como posibilidad perpetuaS lo en un mundo de especulaci n.Lo que pod a haber sido y lo que ha sidoApuntan a un fin, que es siempre presente.Las pisadas resuenan en la memoriaBajando el pasillo que no tomamosHacia la puerta que nunca abrimosA la rosaleda Mis palabras resuenanAs , en tu mente Pero con qu prop sitoRemoviendo el polvo en un cuenco de p talos de rosaNo lo s.