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Tuesday, November 16, 2004
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from The Rock, by T.S. Eliot
The soul of Man must quicken to creation.
Out of the formless stone, when the artist united himself with stone,
Spring always new forms of life, from the soul of man that is joined to the soul of stone;
Out of the meaningless practical shapes of all that is living or lifeless
Joined with the artist's eye, new life, new form, new colour.
Out of the sea of sound the life of music,
Out of the slimy mud of words, out of the sleet and hail of verbal imprecisions,
Approximate thoughts and feelings, words that have taken the place of thoughts and feelings,
There spring the perfect order of speech, and the beauty of incantation.
Quoted in Christianity and the Arts, by Donald Whittle.
This was from Eliot's first play, called The Rock, a pageant play for the churches of London published in 1934. I would love to read it some time.
Now that would be a Christmas play...
7:59:05 PM
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© Copyright 2004 Jeff Berryman .
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