I like the Sweeney poems. I see Sweeney as T. S. Eliot's answer to Blazes Boylan, except for the allusion to Actaeon. It's Mr Bloom who wears the horns!
this is the fellow Old Grammarian Betjeman fan.....listening to your Sweeney in my little wooden house in Chiangmai. Barely was I getting over having my imagination factory being mercilessly prodded with lemon curd, the bus bell dinging twice for go, once for stop, the scratchiness of a cadet's battledress and the BBC bleeps, when I am whisked back to being 19 and listening in smoky, smoky, company to the Four Quartets on LP. Dry the pool, concrete out of dust, the words won't seem to leave me.
Ah yes, that's the magic of verse, as potent as music, as riveting as copulation!! The 'little wooden house in Chiangmai' sounds wonderful, just the place for a sage retired from the dust of the world. I see you in an embroidered silk Chinese robe drinking rose-scented tea, attended by lissom maidens!
One of my favourite Eliot poems - for some reason! Good to hear it read aloud - enjoyed that.
frippp66 2 years ago
Nice Reading!
hartistry 3 years ago
Thanks David!
brychar66 3 years ago
Nicely read sir. Now I know how to procnounce "sal volatile" correctly
balticman2 3 years ago
Thank you :)
brychar66 3 years ago
I enjoyed your presentation.
I like the Sweeney poems. I see Sweeney as T. S. Eliot's answer to Blazes Boylan, except for the allusion to Actaeon. It's Mr Bloom who wears the horns!
benmines 3 years ago
t.s. eliot was gay. his work has been bowdlerised by his wife and her stooges at Faber and Faber.
harrybinladen 4 years ago
this is the fellow Old Grammarian Betjeman fan.....listening to your Sweeney in my little wooden house in Chiangmai. Barely was I getting over having my imagination factory being mercilessly prodded with lemon curd, the bus bell dinging twice for go, once for stop, the scratchiness of a cadet's battledress and the BBC bleeps, when I am whisked back to being 19 and listening in smoky, smoky, company to the Four Quartets on LP. Dry the pool, concrete out of dust, the words won't seem to leave me.
cheeryble 4 years ago
Ah yes, that's the magic of verse, as potent as music, as riveting as copulation!! The 'little wooden house in Chiangmai' sounds wonderful, just the place for a sage retired from the dust of the world. I see you in an embroidered silk Chinese robe drinking rose-scented tea, attended by lissom maidens!
brychar66 4 years ago