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« Reply #270 on: 22:50:14, 22-06-2008 » |
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I may know The Waste Land (three words, if I may be extra-pedantic  ) but I'm afraid my geography is terrible, so I don't know what location I'm supposed to be coming up with lines relating to. (Stubborn attempt not to end sentence with pronoun!) |
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The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
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« Reply #271 on: 23:34:04, 22-06-2008 » |
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Hmm. Perhaps, autoharp. I do envy those who have the good fortune to be photogenic   Hmm. Ruth, you think you've got worries?  |
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« Reply #272 on: 23:40:39, 22-06-2008 » |
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Hmm. Ruth, you think you've got worries? There was no need to bring Ollie's knees into this. That was another occasion altogether. |
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« Reply #273 on: 23:43:47, 22-06-2008 » |
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Hmm. Perhaps, autoharp. I do envy those who have the good fortune to be photogenic Hmm. Ruth, you think you've got worries? Ruth, the only thing that saved me was Eru's CD. An LP would have been even better.  Ah, just seen George's post. Aren't the Sudden knees archived somewhere? |
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« Reply #274 on: 23:51:38, 22-06-2008 » |
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Hmm. Ruth, you think you've got worries? There was no need to bring Ollie's knees into this. That was another occasion altogether. While we're on the subject of 'bringing things into it', George...   |
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« Reply #275 on: 23:56:23, 22-06-2008 » |
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I believe the quote you're all looking for now is this: Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew
Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees
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The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
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« Reply #276 on: 00:06:18, 23-06-2008 » |
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Right. Just ploughed through most of The Waste Land in a desperate attempt to wipe some of the egg on my face off: O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishermen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold. Bloomin 'eck, T. S. old bean. I'd forgotten how much The Waste Land was like having to solve a whole string of cryptic crossword clues rather than reading a poem. (Puts self beyond pale for ever.) |
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« Reply #277 on: 00:10:07, 23-06-2008 » |
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Why does Eliot sometimes seem to have chosen an adjective just for the sake of the syllable count? Is the splendour really 'inexplicable'? Is that worth saying? It's like that painful sestina in whichever one of the Four Quartets it is ('O lady whose shrine stands on the promontory ...').
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« Reply #278 on: 00:11:22, 23-06-2008 » |
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I believe the quote you're all looking for now is this: Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew
Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.'Another slice of Battenburg, Vicar? '<discretely passing the sal volatile to Mrs Vicar> |
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« Reply #279 on: 00:12:25, 23-06-2008 » |
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While we're on the subject of 'bringing things into it', George... Distilled water, Martle, distilled water. It was just unfortunate that the picture was taken when my teeth had fallen into it. ['... and a chatter' indeed t-i-n. Thank you. Now corrected. ] |
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« Reply #281 on: 08:32:57, 23-06-2008 » |
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Why does Eliot sometimes seem to have chosen an adjective just for the sake of the syllable count? Is the splendour really 'inexplicable'?
He's doing it for the alliteration 'splicable splendour. It sounds nice. And all powerful emotions seen inexplicable at the time, surely? St Magnus Martyr was indeed the church in question. The Waste Land (three words, thank you) was written before the Vicar, Father Henry Fynes-Clinton, gave the church a spectacular baroque High Church makeover from 1924, which would certainly have seemed inexplicable to many at the time. |
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A time to weep, and a time to laugh: a time to mourn, and a time to dance
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« Reply #282 on: 08:45:32, 23-06-2008 » |
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They have been forced into hiding during many historical periods, sometimes for climatic (or indeed climactic) reasons, sometimes through justified fear of persecution, as can already be seen from Handel's Theodora where Valens sings: Racks, Gibbets, Sword & Fire,
Shall speak my vengeful Ire,
Against the Sudden Knee.
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« Reply #283 on: 11:11:24, 23-06-2008 » |
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"Sudden knee, I'm not half the man I used to be ... "
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« Reply #284 on: 13:54:09, 23-06-2008 » |
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