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I've seen many sights, but not the one I require. I've see many sights: Sparrows stuck upon barbwire, on the walls of a Qatari villa. Pigeons fed beside Caulfield station, on the charity of a lonely man. Seagulls starved and fighting, on the steps of St Paul's. I've met many but sung to few. I'll … Continue reading Untitled #2


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One bird, Two bird, Three bird, Four... Has the nest stirred? I've lost the score. Could have sworn, there was one more.

T.S. Eliot: Prufrock finds peace

Eliot initially “drown(s)” in the secular morass that is the Western world at the beginning of the 20th- century, discontent with a “meaningless” and morally “hollow” society, yet matures to embrace the “Birth” of his spiritual sublimation through religious conversion. Prufrock’s “indecision”, allowing the “moment of (his) greatness” to “flicker”, parallels the physical and emotional … Continue reading T.S. Eliot: Prufrock finds peace