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c49c385
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All cases are unique, and very similar to others.
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T.S. Eliot |
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b57febb
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Datta, dayadhvam, damyata (Give, sympathize, control)
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T.S. Eliot |
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cb9d663
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Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning, every poem an epitaph.
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poetry
death
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T.S. Eliot |
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129a5a2
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And through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
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T.S. Eliot |
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8a7a026
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My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed Which is not to be found in our obituaries Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor In our empty rooms
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T.S. Eliot |
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37ecff2
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After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions, Guides us by vanities. Think now She gives when our attention is distracted And what she gives, gives with such supple confusions That the giving famishes the craving. Gives too late What's not believed in, or if still believed, In memory only, reconsidered passion. Gives too soon..
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T.S. Eliot |
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aff5f5b
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Endless invention, endless experiment, Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness; Knowledge of speech, but not of silence; Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word. Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
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T.S. Eliot |
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7a33760
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Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall My buried life, and Paris in the spring, I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world To be wonderful and youthful afterall
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T.S. Eliot |
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ae92430
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Shall we ever meet again? And who will meet again? Meeting is for strangers. Meeting is for those who do not know each other.
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T.S. Eliot |
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4a8a062
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At the still point, there the dance is.
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T.S. Eliot |
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35e400b
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What the dead had no speech for, when living, They can tell you, being dead: the communication Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.
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death
unsaid-words
communication
longing
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T.S. Eliot |
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a7f7056
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But above and beyond there's still one name left over, And that is the name that you never will guess; The name that no human research can discover-- But the cat himself knows, and will never confess. When you notice a cat in profound meditation, The reason, I tell you, is always the same: His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name: His ineffable effable Effanineffable Deep and ins..
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the-naming-of-cats
t-s-eliot
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T.S. Eliot |
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ffa370b
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He is haunted by a demon, a demon against which he feels powerless, because in its first manifestation it has no face, no name, nothing; and the words, the poem he makes, are a kind of exorcism of this demon.
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T.S. Eliot |
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1ea9c8e
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Because I know that time is time and place is always and only place and what is actual is actual only for one time and only for one place, I rejoice that things are as they are and I renounce the blessed faces and renounce the voice because I cannot hope to turn again.
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T.S. Eliot |
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What was to be the value of the long looked forward to, Long hoped for calm, the autumnal serenity And the wisdom of age? Had they deceived us Or deceived themselves, the quiet-voiced elders, Bequeathing us merely a receipt for deceit? The serenity only a deliberate hebetude, The wisdom only the knowledge of dead secrets Useless in the darkness into which they peered Or from which they turned their eyes. There is, it seems to us, At best, o..
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wisdom
maturity
experience
knowledge
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T.S. Eliot |
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c6e93f5
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No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone. His significance, his appreciation is the appreciation of his relation to the dead poets and artists. You cannot value him alone; you must set him, for contrast and comparison, among the dead. I mean this as a principle of aesthetic, not merely historical, criticism.
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intertextuality
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T.S. Eliot |
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80dc07b
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Time present and time past / are both perhaps present in time future.
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T.S. Eliot |
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4b73313
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Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger. Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions. There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not. You shall not deny the Stranger. They constantly try to escape From the darkness outside and within By dreaming of systems so perfect that no one will need to be good.
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death
life
imperfection
utopia
questions
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T.S. Eliot |
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6c839d6
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Forgive us, O Lord, we acknowledge ourselves as type of the common man, Of the men and women who shut the door and sit by the fire; Who fear the blessing of God, the loneliness of the night of God, the surrender required, the deprivation inflicted; Who fear the injustice of men less than the justice of God;
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T.S. Eliot |
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9d1b709
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that's not what I meant at all... that's not it at all.
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T.S. Eliot |
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b72896a
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After the torchlight red on sweaty faces After the frosty silence in the gardens After the agony in stony places The crying and the shouting Prison and place and reverberation Of thunder of spring over distant mountains He was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience
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T.S. Eliot |
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5bcaee9
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The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
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T.S. Eliot |
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4de1125
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Gentile or Jew O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
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T.S. Eliot |
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8978cd5
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My external sensations are no less private to myself than are my thoughts or my feelings. In either case my experience falls within my own circle, a circle closed on the outside; and, with all its elements alike, every sphere is opaque to the others which surround it. . . . In brief, regarded as an existence which appears in a soul, the whole world for each is peculiar and private to that soul.
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T.S. Eliot |
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7135b7f
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I would meet you upon this honestly. I that was near your heart was removed therefrom To lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition. I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it Since what is kept must be adulterated? I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch: How should I use them for your closer contact?
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T.S. Eliot |
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ccbd525
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And indeed there will be time To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?" Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair-- (They will say: "How his hair is growing thin!") My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin-- (They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!") Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisi..
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T.S. Eliot |
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c45f6d0
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Reilly: The human condition...they may remember the vision they have had, but they cease to regret it, maintain themselves by the common routine, learn to avoid excessive expectation, Become tolerant of themselves and others, Giving and taking, in the usual actions what there is to give and take. They do not repine; Are contented with the morning that separates and with the evening that brings together for casual talk before the fire. Two p..
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T.S. Eliot |
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7ccd24a
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When the Stranger says: "What is the meaning of this city ? Do you huddle close together because you love each other?" What will you answer? "We all dwell together To make money from each other"? or "This is a community"? Oh my soul, be prepared for the coming of the Stranger. Be prepared for him who knows how to ask questions."
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money
community
stranger
questions
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T.S. Eliot |
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6b069a5
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Think neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices are fathered by our heroism. Virtues are forced upon us by our impudent crimes. These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.
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T.S. Eliot |
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369c429
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In spite of all the dishonour, the broken standards, the broken lives, The broken faith in one place or another, There was something left that was more than the tales Of old men on winter evenings.
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T.S. Eliot |
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ae74a83
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Everyone's alone--or so it seems to me. They make noises, and think they are talking to each other; They make faces, and think they understand each other, And I'm sure they don't. Is that delusion? Can we only love Something created in our own imaginations?
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imagination
love
everyone
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T.S. Eliot |
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6fb180d
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Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones -- In fact, he's remarkably fat. He doesn't haunt pubs -- he has eight or nine clubs, For he's the St. James's Street Cat! He's the Cat we all greet as he walks down the street In his coat of fastidious black: No commonplace mousers have such well-cut trousers Or such an impeccable back. In the whole of St. James's the smartest of names is The name of this Brummell of Cats; And we're all of us proud to..
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bustopher-jones
st-james-street
cats
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T.S. Eliot |
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1f0d49e
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It is in Christianity that our arts have developed; it is in Christianity that the laws of Europe--until recently--have been rooted. It is against a background of Christianity that all of our thought has significance. An individual European may not believe that the Christian faith is true, and yet what he says, and makes, and does will all spring out of his heritage of Christian culture and depend upon that culture for its meaning...I do no..
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T.S. Eliot |
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What is this self inside us, this silent observer, Severe and speechless critic, who can terrorize us And urge us to futile activity, And in the end, Judge us still more severely, For the errors into which his own reproaches drove us?
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T.S. Eliot |
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87dae86
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Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer were a very notorious couple of cats. As knockabout clowns, quick-change comedians, Tight-rope walkers and acrobats They had an extensive reputation. [...] When the family assembled for Sunday dinner, With their minds made up that they wouldn't get thinner On Argentine joint, potatoes and greens, And the cook would appear from behind the scenes And say in a voice that was broken with sorrow "I'm afraid you must ..
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mungojerrie
pranksters
rumpleteazer
cats
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T.S. Eliot |
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ad26164
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Your burden is not to clear your conscience But to learn how to bear the burdens on your conscience.
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conscience
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T.S. Eliot |
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45619e4
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I sat upon the shore Fishing, with the arid plain behind me Shall I at least set my lands in order? London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina Quando fiam ceu chelidon--O swallow swallow
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T.S. Eliot |
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efef12f
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You will go on, and when you have prevailed You can say: at this point many a one has failed. But what have I, but what have I, my friend, To give you, what can you receive from me? Only the friendship and the sympathy Of one about to reach her journey's end. I shall sit here, serving tea to friends...
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T.S. Eliot |
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271a663
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Half the harm that is done in this world Is due to people who want to feel important.
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self-importance
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T.S. Eliot |
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afaa307
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I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
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trousers
walking
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T.S. Eliot |
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6326e19
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This form, this face, this life living to live in a world of time beyond me; let me resign my life for this life, my speech for that unspoken, the awakened, lips parted, the hope, the new ships.
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T.S. Eliot |
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2d099d1
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Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song, Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long But at my back in a cold blast I hear The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear
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T.S. Eliot |
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f22f87e
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April is the cruelest month.
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T.S. Eliot |
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8b39121
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And I must borrow every changing shape To find expression ... dance, dance Like a dancing bear, Cry like a parrot, chatter like an ape. Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance
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T.S. Eliot |