This is a re-blog from THE ARGUMENTATIVE OLD GIT, my favorite literary blog. . .
I have spent the first few days of this new year puzzling over T. S. Eliot’s The Four Quartets.
But when have I not puzzled over these endlessly mysterious and elusive works? And will there ever be a time when I won’t be puzzling over them? As Eliot put it himself, we shall not cease from exploration. He continued:
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Looked at logically, this does not make sense. Having declared categorically that our explorations will not end, Eliot immediately goes on to speak of the condition that will characterise the end that he has already declared will never happen.
The four poems, the “quartets”, as Eliot calls them, are full of such contradictions:
Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the…
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