Oh bless you for the T S Elliot. It sent shivers down my back to hear him read. I fell in love with the Wasteland in the my last year at school and he’s still my favourite poet. Mystery, cadence and rhythms. understanding from listening sideways, seeing from the corner of your eye. Logic turns it into an unknown language beyond everyday thinking but it speaks to me raising the small hairs on my arms. Thank you.
Oh bless you for the T S Elliot. It sent shivers down my back to hear him read. I fell in love with the Wasteland in the my last year at school and he’s still my favourite poet. Mystery, cadence and rhythms. understanding from listening sideways, seeing from the corner of your eye. Logic turns it into an unknown language beyond everyday thinking but it speaks to me raising the small hairs on my arms. Thank you.