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Abstract:
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This collection of poems is a kind of expedition through memory through the
relationships we form with words and between words; a kind of exploration via illusion.
A documentary film shot from a helicopter that never leaves the ground. [...] And so each
venture/Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate/With shabby equipment always
deteriorating [... I And what there is to conquer/By strength and submission, has already
been discovered/Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope/To
emulate-but there is no competition-/There is only the fight to recover what has been
lost/Andfound and lost again and again: and now, under conditions/That seem
unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss./For us, there is only the trying. The rest
is not our business. - TS. Eliot |
