Originally written December 2022
April is the cruelest month. —T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (1922)
Anyone who would pick up an anthology of english poetry would likely find T.S. Eliot within its pages. Specifically, one would find his remarkable poem, The Waste Land.* Published in 1922, it is often dubbed…
A sculpture stands, a painting appears, a photograph is taken. We appreciate their beauty for a while and leave taking nothing, so we look for more. We wake, go to work, go home to do it all over again in the morning. Or perhaps we abandon the desk job to…