I was introduced to Eliot in my teens, not by poets or teachers but by the
sort of people who were reading Four Quartets in a vaguely mystical,
ill-thought-out way which didn't get much deeper than 'Oh isn't it lovely!'.
This left me with a conviction that Eliot's poetry itself must be vague and
ill-defined, the sort of thing it would be impossible to argue with; and at
that stage I required poetry to have some sort of logic.
But I have kept going back to him over the years; and I'm getting there, I'm
getting there.
joanna
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From: "Jill Jones" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Wednesday, March 29, 2006 1:07 AM
Subject: Re: Help! The grass is singing
> Pineapple on pizza is the worse crime.
>
> Actually I can stomach Eliot but haven't bothered so to do for some time.
> He
> doesn't get me exercised in a negative way overly much and I quite like
> how he
> reads.
>
> But I see him at a distance. Pineapple on pizza is way to close for
> comfort (a
> few doors up).
>
> Cheers,
> Jill
>
> Quoting Mark Weiss <[log in to unmask]>:
>
>> For some of us Eliot is too irrelevant to be in rebellion against or
>> conversation with, for others not. I'm not crazy about pineapple
>> pizza--hell, I think it's a crime against god and man--but I'm not in
>> dialogue with it either.
>>
>
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