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Meditating Four Quartets: East Coker (V/2)

Home is where one starts from. As we grow older / The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated / Of dead and living. Not the intense moment / Isolated, with no before and after, / But a lifetime burning … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: East Coker (V)

Early last Lent (2014) I began to blog on T. S. Eliot’s Four Quartets. I had hoped to complete my ruminations in six months or so, but I had to break off in mid-August in order to begin my preparations … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: East Coker (IV/2)

The whole earth is our hospital / Endowed by the ruined millionaire, / Wherein, if we do well, we shall / Die of the absolute paternal care / That will not leave us, but prevents us everywhere. Hospitals are typically … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: East Coker (IV)

Fourth Movement In “East Coker” T. S. Eliot brings us into the darkness of the via negativa—the way of dispossession and ignorance. We must wait without faith or hope or love.  We surrender to death that we might be reborn. … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: East Coker (III/4)

You say I am repeating / Something I have said before. I shall say it again. / Shall I say it again? In order to arrive there, / To arrive where you are, to get from where you are not, … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: East Coker (III/3)

There is death and there is death. We all go into the dark, but if we embrace it before it overtakes us, perhaps the dark will become the darkness that is God and the way to illumination. I said to … Continue reading

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Meditating Four Quartets: East Coker (III/2)

I remember watching as a kid an old Lionel Barrymore movie titled On Borrowed Time. (I think it was the first time I ever heard the word “pissant” used.) Gramps traps Death up an apple tree. He steals a little … Continue reading

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