I have a lot swirling around in my head at the moment, and I’m also posting this to remind myself that I want to write a bit later about what I could do if I could do something that my own skills and natural abilities would make it impossible for me in the real world. But speaking of T.S. Eliot, as I just was in a reply to a comment on my last post, this is running through my head right now, and later on when I’m not on a borrowed dial-up connection, I will elaborate a bit on why. Eliot is my favorite poet, and “Prufrock” is my favorite poem, pretty much, but there’s a less well known early Eliot poem that more or less defined me for many years, for reasons I will try to explain in a later post. Anyway, this snippet of a stanza:
“Not knowing what to feel
or if I understand,
or whether wise or foolish, tardy or too soon”
is possessing me right now, and maybe writing it down will exorcise it temporarily. A partial explanation that will also serve as a pimping-of-the-week for the very wonderful singer-songwriter Lori Carson will follow later this week, I hope.