Tag: eliot

Not what you see

Eliot wrote some of his poetry here at Margate – although not ‘The love song of Alfred J Prufrock’. Nevertheless I think of this image as Prufrock – the man is not wearing white flannel trousers but he is walking along the beach and… Continue Reading “Not what you see”

false flag

“Nearly everything we are taught is false except how to read” Jim Harrison (Songs of Unreason) Like a hound dog I followed the first letters into words into chapters of life is elsewhere then with nose fatigue, too saturated to sniff out another fiction filtered… Continue Reading “false flag”

Waste paper endings

“Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning Every poem an epitaph”* each writer is a butcher chop chop chopping constructs into bite size mouthpieces the stream that rises in consciousness dammed at intervals to pool as paragraphs – phrased just… Continue Reading “Waste paper endings”