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But all my words come back to me, in shades of mediocrity Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me. Aug 5
Ricardo Bellver, The Fallen Angel (Lucifer), Madrid.
"‘You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
‘They called me the hyacinth girl.’
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Od’ und leer das Meer."
- T.S. Eliot— The Waste Land (via
thingsthatarenormal) Aug 5
"Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow"
(via T. S. Eliot, from The Hollow Men. askios) Aug 5
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep: And Your Voice Is Like a Prayer
FaberBooks SoundCloud Page :)
“April is the cruellest month…” In a rare recording from 1933, T.S. Eliot reads an extract from The Waste Land. Part of The Waste Land app for iPad, now available to download in the App Store: http://bit.ly/kJATn3