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The words of T. S. Eliot put to images from Doctor Who.

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I am just now watching Doctor Who (2005) all the way through for the second time. I’ve just gotten back to The Lazarus Experiment and there are T.S. Eliot quotations all up and through it, but it didn’t even click with me. The idea for this blog came months after I saw this particular episode, months, in fact, after I’d gotten well into Matt Smith’s tenure as the Doctor. The idea came from reading Eliot and being reminded of Doctor Who, but didn’t, at all, remind me of this episode. I feel really silly, now, watching it again, as if I should have noticed it long ago.

1 year ago on June 17th, 2013 | J | 0 notes

And with that, I’m finished. At least, I’m finished for the foreseeable future. Thank you. It’s been so much fun making these. You can, if you like, still submit (not that anyone has yet, but it’s very welcome). I, however, have reached my comfortable stopping off point.  

2 years ago on June 10th, 2012 | J | 0 notes

This is the way the world endsNot with a bang but a whimper.

This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

2 years ago on June 10th, 2012 | J | 20 notes

Each way means loneliness — and communion.

Each way means loneliness — and communion.

2 years ago on June 10th, 2012 | J | 1 note

Death has a hundred hands and walks by a thousand ways.

Death has a hundred hands and walks by a thousand ways.

2 years ago on June 10th, 2012 | J | 3 notes

Only through time time is conquered.

Only through time time is conquered.

2 years ago on June 9th, 2012 | J | 2 notes

Men tighten the knot of confusionInto perfect misunderstanding.

Men tighten the knot of confusion
Into perfect misunderstanding.

2 years ago on June 8th, 2012 | J | 2 notes

In life there is not time to grieve long.

In life there is not time to grieve long.

2 years ago on June 7th, 2012 | J | 4 notes

The lawn / Is pressed by unseen feet, andghosts return / Gently at twilight, gently go at dawn, / The sad intangible who grieve and yearn…

The lawn / Is pressed by unseen feet, and
ghosts return / Gently at twilight, gently go at 
dawn, / The sad intangible who grieve and yearn…

2 years ago on June 6th, 2012 | J | 3 notes

And we must think no further of you.

And we must think no further of you.

2 years ago on June 6th, 2012 | J | 3 notes

Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.

Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.

2 years ago on June 6th, 2012 | J | 3 notes