On
Saturday I was working on siding a house and our air hose blew out on
us. I had received T.S. Eliot's "Four Quartets" on Friday so I thought
it would be a good time to take a gander at Burnt Norton.
I read aloud and my dog Athena looked at me and then started running around again after a page or so, but I was stuck on the line "If all time is eternally present-All time is unredeemable."
I'm not sure if this means that time doesn't matter or if one is simply to live in the moment.
"There would be no dance, and there is only the dance." Now when I read this I'm starting to think that the rose garden is the place to be. Page 18, the descend lower part reminded me of Karl Marx and I like Marx.
The line "but that which is only living can only die" stopped me. I've often thought that I want to truly live and experience life, not just become a slave to consumerism and work a boring 9-5 job. That decision probably explains a lot of why I made a lot of bad decisions when I was younger.
Maybe it's because I'm a hopeless romantic and two or three of my favorite books "Les Miserables, War and Peace, and Lost Illusions," I disagree that love is itself unmoving. But what do I know?
I was going to reread the quartet, but Scott made it back with the hose. I thought about the quartet, but my buddy Scott is an engineer and not real big on literature. So I was left to my wondering thoughts.
On Sunday we're going to town and somehow Scott shoots himself with the nail gun in his leg. He tells me to take it out and he's not bleeding so instead of taking the nail out, I take him to the ER. Scott is a big boy and the nurses are telling him to quit walking and he's simply really pissed off that this has happened.
I think back to the quartet and where somewhere Eliot says, "Only through time time is conquered." Time will heal Scott's leg, but time will also multiply his frustration after the summer he's had. Once they pull the nail, Scott says, "Let's go home Zacharoney."
For the "time being" I'm hoping that construction will continue to pay for school and get me to the rose garden. I also hope that the laughter of the children in the foliage were laughter of joy and not laughter of two idiots siding on the weekend when they should have been home.
I read aloud and my dog Athena looked at me and then started running around again after a page or so, but I was stuck on the line "If all time is eternally present-All time is unredeemable."
I'm not sure if this means that time doesn't matter or if one is simply to live in the moment.
"There would be no dance, and there is only the dance." Now when I read this I'm starting to think that the rose garden is the place to be. Page 18, the descend lower part reminded me of Karl Marx and I like Marx.
The line "but that which is only living can only die" stopped me. I've often thought that I want to truly live and experience life, not just become a slave to consumerism and work a boring 9-5 job. That decision probably explains a lot of why I made a lot of bad decisions when I was younger.
Maybe it's because I'm a hopeless romantic and two or three of my favorite books "Les Miserables, War and Peace, and Lost Illusions," I disagree that love is itself unmoving. But what do I know?
I was going to reread the quartet, but Scott made it back with the hose. I thought about the quartet, but my buddy Scott is an engineer and not real big on literature. So I was left to my wondering thoughts.
On Sunday we're going to town and somehow Scott shoots himself with the nail gun in his leg. He tells me to take it out and he's not bleeding so instead of taking the nail out, I take him to the ER. Scott is a big boy and the nurses are telling him to quit walking and he's simply really pissed off that this has happened.
I think back to the quartet and where somewhere Eliot says, "Only through time time is conquered." Time will heal Scott's leg, but time will also multiply his frustration after the summer he's had. Once they pull the nail, Scott says, "Let's go home Zacharoney."
For the "time being" I'm hoping that construction will continue to pay for school and get me to the rose garden. I also hope that the laughter of the children in the foliage were laughter of joy and not laughter of two idiots siding on the weekend when they should have been home.
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