Friday, April 18, 2008

Things That Make The Day Go Faster

Dead Roach - Day 18
Some parts of his legs seem to have broken off and are now lying separately on the carpet beside him.

This is how the world ends: not with a bang but a whimper.
T.S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)

And while we're on good 'ol T.S.:

...At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.

Burnt Norton, II, Stanza 2

1 comment:

zirelda said...

This is how the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper....

Damn.