Archive for the ‘T. S. Eliot’ Tag

“Here we go around the prickly pear”   2 comments

Sabino Canyon WalkPrickly Pear Cactus in Sabino Canyon — Image by kenne

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

– from “The Hollow Men” by T.S. Eliot 

Loma Alta Trail   Leave a comment

Hope Camp-0903 blogLoma Alta Trailhead Saguaro National Park — Image by kenne

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

— from “The Hollow Men” by T.S. Eliot

Aria Abstract   Leave a comment

Aria abstract blogAria Abstract by kenne

The only wisdom we can hope to acquire
is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless.

— T.S. Eliot

 

Goldeneye Wildflower Grunge Art   Leave a comment

Goldeneye (1 of 1) grunge art blogGoldeneye Wildflower — Grunge Art by kenne

Morning Thought:

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

— T. S. Eliot

And All Shall Be Well . . .   4 comments

Sabino Canyon Trail (1 of 1) blog with T.S. EliotSabino Canyon with T.S. Eliot line from Four Quartets (September 4, 2015) — Image by kenne

“Distracted from Distraction by Distraction”   1 comment

Shirt (1 of 1) art blog IIImage by kenne

Neither plenitude nor vacancy.  Only a flicker
Over the strained time-ridden faces
Distracted from distraction by distraction
Filled with fancies and empty of meaning
Tumid apathy with no concentration
Men and bits of paper, whirled by the cold wind
That blows before and after time,
Wind in and out of unwholesome lungs
Time before time and after.

— from Burnt Norton by T.S. Eloit

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

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