August 12, 2007
Hinterland DiaryJohn Stoehr
Who knew he could be so lighthearted . . .
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag--
It's so elegant
From T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land," a snippet of popular song recalled amid a wife's mental breakdown. The levity doesn't last long. She accuses him of never talking to her:
'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
'I never know what you are thinking. Think.'
His unspoken reply:
I think we are in rats' alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.
Posted by John Stoehr at August 12, 2007 6:17 AM
Years ago I used to listen to a tape recording of T.S. Eliot reading "The Wasteland" as I was tooling down country roads at about 1 in the morning -- the combination of gloom, Eliot's reedy voice and the poem's imagery made for a spooky experience.
Posted by: gary panetta at August 12, 2007 9:52 PM