Tea & Eliot

This type of sadness kills. I’m exhausted and I want to leave this place but I have too much responsibility here to just run away.

The Modernist poets have been good to me today; distracting and consistent and thought-provoking. I went back to WCW, then onto Pound, over to Stein’s Tender Buttons via Mina Loy, and have been binging on T. S. Eliot for the past couple of hours. I have not left my bed today. I do not plan to.

The highly relevant epigraph of The Waste Land:

“Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σιβυλλα τι θελεις; respondebat illa: αποθανειν θελω.”

“I saw with my own eyes the Sibyl of Cumae hanging in a jar, and when the boys said to her: Sibyl, what do you want? she replied: I want to die.”

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