(October 6, 2010 at 12:30 pm)thesummerqueen Wrote: Must be a Southern thing...
Most certainly.
(October 6, 2010 at 12:30 pm)thesummerqueen Wrote: Great signature, btw - I'd be hard pressed to say who my favorite poet was, but Eliot would be a hot contender.
Thanks! Yeah I discovered Eliot's poetry in my first or two year of college. Eliot the man seems to have had some hang-ups, but I never tired of reading "Prufrock" and others. I think I would list John Milton as my favorite poet. It's kind of like Michelangelo and the Sistine Chapel ... even though some works deal mightily with religious content, that to me doesn't take away from the greatness of the works themselves.
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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We have lingered in the chambers of the sea | By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown | Till human voices wake us, and we drown. — T.S. Eliot
"... man always has to decide for himself in the darkness, that he must want beyond what he knows. ..." — Simone de Beauvoir
"As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again." — Albert Camus, "The Stranger"
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