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A few days ago I read what is often considered T. S. Eliot’s most important work of poetry: Four Quartets. I was captivated by the poem and deeply moved by its rhythm and beauty. I’ve read before Eliot’s The Waste […]
He hadn’t been out in ages. Catacombed in walls and the spaces between. He wept in the light, the darkness illuminated, weak and empty. But he knew, nothing. Just like everyone else. Through the city he moved like Sisyphus. […]