I like to play it straight Who are you? Now playing on a continent near you. Up , Down , Appendix , Oh, what the hell. This poem of Eliot's, The Waste Land , is all over the place on the Internet and you can find it easily - you might think that someone would have gotten it right by now, but they haven't. This one here is not too bad, if you can ignore the ads. Best is really to get a copy of the book itself.
There are some cheap ones at Abe's. And then, some are put off by his ostentatious erudition. I was but he was an American remember.
So I carried it around with me for weeks - and then one day, sitting in the MUN coffee-shop, I just read it. One gulp; and nothing has ever been the same since. An anonymous bureaucrat caught without his surrounding committee in St. James' park on the 15th. Shangar also from Iceland he told me operating the Occupy Toronto livestream camera on the 21st. Is that it? I took the little book of Eliot's poetry to bed last night to see if the spell could be invoked for a second time.
And yet No mistake that Ash Wednesday follows on immediately in my edition; running as it does from "Because I do not hope," to " During Copenhagen in someone organized a candle light vigil in front of Queen's Park.
I was able to help; and felt, briefly, like a part of something so I have remembered it. I guess that will be it this year as well. Shantih shantih shantih " A-and maybe a round of Good Night Irene , sometimes I lives in the country sometimes I lives in town, sometimes I take a great notion jump in the river and drown. Be well. Iceland -? Oh, what the hell From Contratempos Modernos. I didn't know what was happening in the world.
