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There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands,
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

‘The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock’ by T.S. Eliot

… not to be that prick of a uni student reading english who tumbls T.S. Eliot or anything

Ash on an old man’s sleeve
Is all the ash the burnt roses leave.
Dust in the air suspended
Marks the place where a story ended.
Dust inbreathed was a house—
The walls, the wainscot and the mouse,
The death of hope and despair,
This is the death of air.

There are flood and drouth
Over the eyes and in the mouth,
Dead water and dead sand
Contending for the upper hand.
The parched eviscerate soil
Gapes at the vanity of toil,
Laughs without mirth.
This is the death of earth.

Water and fire succeed
The town, the pasture and the weed.
Water and fire deride
The sacrifice that we denied.
Water and fire shall rot
The marred foundations we forgot,
Of sanctuary and choir.
This is the death of water and fire.

- from ‘Little Gidding’ by T.S. Eliot

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these things had to come to you and you to accept them.
this is your share of the eternal burden, the perpetual glory.
this is one moment, but know that the other
shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy

from ‘Murder in the Cathedral’ by T.S. Eliot
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And if all that is meaningless, I want to be cured
Of a craving for something I cannot find
And of the shame of never finding it.

from ‘The Cocktail Party’ by T.S. Eliot
from ‘The Cocktail Party’ by T.S. Eliot

from ‘The Cocktail Party’ by T.S. Eliot

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Half the harm that is done in this world
Is due to people who want to feel important.
They don’t mean to do harm — but the harm does not interest them.
Or they do not see it, or they justify it
Because they are absorbed in the endless struggle
To think well of themselves.

from ‘The Cocktail Party’ by T.S. Eliot …and here ends tonight’s T.S. Eliot extravaganza as it is past one a.m. and as ever, I am busy tomorrow. But “absorbed in the endless struggle to think well of themselves” quite sums up the nauseating way I’ve spent most of these past twenty years (or at least a good ten of them). Edit: yes there was a typo — should be world not word.
lespritdisperse: (by november.rain*) Since I’ve been at home all I’ve been eating is toast. Toast is the most glorious fucking creation in the world. I never get that line from ‘Prufrock’ out of my head, “Time for you and time for me,/And time yet for a hundred indecisions,/And for a hundred visions and revisions,/Before the taking of a toast and tea”. Sometimes I think my world is structured around toast, the anticipation of it. I never buy bread at university, firstly because then I would have to buy butter and jam but secondly because I would eat it all at once. This means the experience of eating toast is firmly tied to the space of home. Meaning when I am home, I eat all of the toast. I don’t know why I’m writing about toast. But GOD I LOVE IT.

lespritdisperse:

(by november.rain*)

Since I’ve been at home all I’ve been eating is toast. Toast is the most glorious fucking creation in the world. I never get that line from ‘Prufrock’ out of my head, “Time for you and time for me,/And time yet for a hundred indecisions,/And for a hundred visions and revisions,/Before the taking of a toast and tea”. Sometimes I think my world is structured around toast, the anticipation of it. I never buy bread at university, firstly because then I would have to buy butter and jam but secondly because I would eat it all at once. This means the experience of eating toast is firmly tied to the space of home. Meaning when I am home, I eat all of the toast. I don’t know why I’m writing about toast. But GOD I LOVE IT.

(via unespritdisperse)

from The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot “I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”

from The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot

“I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”

from ‘The Cocktail Party’ by T.S. Eliot

from ‘The Cocktail Party’ by T.S. Eliot