Quote TS Eliot
"Last year’s words belong to last
year’s language,
And next year’s words await another
voice."
"We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring/
Will be to arrive where we started/ And to know the place for the first time."
We play out our lives in real time, one day, one place, one heart, hoping to reach others.
Life is not linear
And Art is about mystery. P. Keightley
Thomas Eliot (1888 – 1965) was an essayist, publisher, playwright,
literary and social critic and "one of the twentieth century's major
poets." Born in St. Louis, Missouri in the United States, he moved to the United Kingdom
in 1914 and was naturalised as a British
subject in 1927. He attracted
widespread attention for his poem The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
(1915), which is seen as a masterpiece of the Modernist movement. It was followed by
some of the best-known poems in the English language, including The
Waste Land (1922), The
Hollow Men (1925), Ash Wednesday (1930) and Four
Quartets (1945).[2] He
was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948.
