He was not in any way an unconscious thinker or an impulsive thinker. Everything is very measured, and that sometimes gives the sense that he's holding back a little bit from life. But that's only because I think that he was such a sensitive soul, that he was easily overwhelmed by impressions, by situations, by events, by people. I think he suffered continually.
I love poetry. It is in the oxygen I breathe, and in the blood that courses through me. We have so many means now, with which to create, express and share, that our poetry can cross any boundary.
Monday, May 11, 2015
TS Eliot (1)
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~On TS Eliot
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