Hum Three

T S Eliot is so great. Okay, so now I've said that, can I just say that, besides the fact that he was a fabulous poet, I DON"T GET WHAT HE WRITES! The wasteland, for example.

At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives
Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea

I mean, it's really beautiful writing, byut do you see what I mean? Do you understand that? Because I want to know.

• When is the violet hour?
• What is a human engine?
• And is it a train engine or a taxi or what?
• Who is Tiresias and why is he blind?
• Is the old man really a man?
• Who is the sailor?
• What has he got to do with anything?

And also,

• Was T S Eliot OK? Like, in the head?

Cause I sure as hell want to know. I mean, hey, Lewis Carroll was on opium.