I read some T.S. Eliot, too, "The Waste Land". It's a great poem, about a few specific things but great in its portrayal of life's fundamental inadequacy. I thought about this interview between David Bowie and William S. Burroughs where Burroughs observed "Eight Line Poem", from Bowie's album Hunky Dory, was reminiscent of "The Waste Land". Bowie claimed to have never read Eliot at the time but I wonder if he read Eliot afterwards and was influenced by him because I noticed a couple things that reminded me of Bowie lyrics from later in the 70s. The mention of red sails reminds me of Bowie's song "Red Sails". Though I also noticed that the repetition of the line "HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME" reminded me of "We should be on by now" from Bowie's song "Time" which was a song released on Aladdin Sane a year before the interview with Burroughs.
The segment it's from seeming to be about the end of a long, slow death of a dream, its juxtaposition with literal death, the great and powerful, cutting lines about how the corpse planted in the ground hasn't grown anything, adds, as I said, to the sense of the different ways life's inadequacy presents itself to us. Of course, Lord Summerisle might have argued with him on that--listening to the Wicker Man soundtrack lately as I have been of course the line "From that grave there grew a tree" was fresh in my mind. But one might say T.S. Eliot was arguing with Lord Summerisle since Summerisle is a particularly brutal rendering of the Romantic ideas Eliot was reacting against.
Now here are some pictures I've taken lately. The funnel weavers have been out in force;
Twitter Sonnet #504
Anodyne iodine dilates the dream.
Allocated tarmacs smoke with old time.
Felons grind out hockey pucks of skin cream.
In a pinch lemon can substitute lime.
Duplicate red salsa pales by zero.
Blank white clocks bully tattooed plates at noon.
Cutlery captures the drawer's last hero.
Black pools bank on a polished wooden moon.
Avocado avarice is too thick.
Heavy green down at the stomach's bottom.
Squishy ankylosaur smiles a trick.
There's some say spring is bizarro autumn.
Annulled language jaundice glows tuber white.
Animal thieves avoid the lidless wight.