old dispensation

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice. It’s January 1st, and like Eliot said, “next year’s words await another voice.” At this time last year, I was thinking about my thesis. At this time the thesis is finished, and I still have three schools to apply … Continue reading

Not that this helps, but…

I was thinking tonight that the difficulty I had in reading “Burnt Norton” was because I don’t think I have wrestled enough with the great paradoxes of spiritual experience lately. Like in how time and timelessness is related — God is outside of time, humans are in time, the Incarnation is the thing that unites … Continue reading

If you came at night like a broken king

If you came at night like a broken king, If you came by day not knowing what you came for, It would be the same, when you leave the rough road And turn behind the pig-sty to the dull facade And the tombstone. — “Little Gidding,” T.S. Eliot

“It is impossible to say just what I mean!”

I don’t think I was really fully aware of how difficult it was for T.S. Eliot to write before I read this biography. I knew that he was not the most prolific writer, but imagine writing a poem, a really good poem, and then waiting years and years believing that this was the last poem … Continue reading

Happy New Year

For last year’s words belong to another language And next year’s words await another voice. … And to make an end is to make a beginning. “Little Gidding”

Different kind of failure

Page 163, about Eliot’s conversion: “For in poetry, belief need play no part; and, within Eliot’s own work, the structure of orthodox faith and the language or devotion are broken apart in order to make room for something much stranger and more tenuous, like the sound of someone crying in an empty church.” From the … Continue reading