Archive for the ‘Four Quartets’ Tag

A Tucson Sunset   2 comments

A Tucson Sunset — Image by kenne

In my beginning is my end. Now the light falls 
Across the open field, leaving the deep lane
Shuttered with branches, dark in the afternoon,
Where you lean against a bank while a van passes,
And the deep lane insists on the direction
Into the village, in the electric heat
Hypnotised.

— from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot

Tom’s Signature

Eliot’s Four Quartets rests on my desk not only because I love his poetic masterpiece
but because my first copy was given to me by my brother, Tom, who wrote
“. . . I’ve become obsessed with it . . . with time . . . with memory . . . with language,
all of which are concentrated in this work. It has become such a part of me.”

Tom went on to write — “To use a few of Eliot’s words; ‘As we grow older the world
becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated . . . ‘ Complications, ambiguities, non sequitur
I keep searching for clarity . . . lucidity, and I know each time I seek that, I’ll
become more entangled. No. I’m not bored—just Scarred. I’m moving toward a sort-of silence . . .
I know what you’re thinking: ‘Bull-shit!’ Since the significant things, I want to say
have the wrong inflections, intonations for most arenas of conversation;
I ramble on into oblivion. A series of non sequitur.” (7/27/84)

I miss Tom.

— kenne

Old Western Morning   1 comment

Giffords OfficeOld Western Morning (Sonoran Desert) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

We have taken from the defeated

What they had to leave us — a symbol:

A symbol perfected in death.

And all shall be well and

All manner of thing shall be well

By the purification of the motive

I the ground of our beseeching.

from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot

Two-Windows   1 comment

Tucson Folk Festival 2013Two-Windows (Tucson Arizona) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Go, go, go, said the bird: humankind

Cannot bear very much reality.

Time past and time future

What might have been and what has been

Point to one end, which is always present.

— from Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot

Voiceless Wailing   Leave a comment

Twl-72Voiceless Wailing — Photo-Artistry by kenne

There is no end of it, the voiceless wailing,
No end to the withering of withered flowers,
To the movement of pain that is painless and motionless,
To the drift of the sea and the drifting wreckage, . . .

— T. S. Eliot

Esperero Trail In Sabino Canyon   2 comments

Esperero Trail In Sabino CanyonEsperero Trail In Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

We shall not cease from exploration,
and the end of all our exploring
will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time.

— T.S. Eliot

 

And All Shall Be Well . . .   5 comments

Esperero Trail In Sabino Canyon.jpgSabino Canyon with T.S. Eliot line from Four Quartets (September 4, 2015) — Image by kenne

Capturing The Moment — Exploring The Desert Purple Haze   Leave a comment

Milagrosa Loop (1 of 1)-17_art blogExploring the Desert Purple Haze — Image by kenne

Purple Haze all in my brain,
lately things don’t seem the same,
actin’ funny but I don’t know why
‘scuse me while I kiss the sky.

— from Purple Haze, by Jimi Hendrix

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“We shall not cease from exploration,
and the end of all our exploring
will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time.”

— T. S. Eliot

Black and White Desert Scene — “Time Present And Time Past”   3 comments

Milagrosa Loop (1 of 1)-21 Black-White blog“Time present and time past . . .” — Image by kenne

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.

— T. S. Eliot

Wheel Stuck In Time   4 comments

Sedona & Talking Stick Resort“Wheel Stuck In Time” — Image by kenne

The tolling bell
Measures time not our time, rung by the unhurried
Ground swell, a time
Older than the time of chronometers, older
Than time counted by anxious worried women
Lying awake, calculating the future,
Trying to unweave, unwind, unravel
And piece together the past and the future,
Between midnight and dawn, when the past is all deception,
The future futureless, before the morning watch
When time stops and time is never ending

— from T.S. Eliot’s “The Dry Salvages”

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