Inspired by T.S. Eliot – October 1, 2014


we phantoms
of this deadened era
so lost in our brave unnew world
seething in our hyped-up illusions
our hollow distorted dreams
of some yesterday’s ideals
we phantoms
fumble in these nightmarish shrouds
in the twilight …

the kings are in their counting house …
Mary lost her lamb

we empty shrouds
we watch as the dark horses
of the apocalypse rise
proudly reigning
upon our cadavers
raining their death and destruction
in our name, for peace,
all hail the chief!
and avidly we listen
to the town crier’s newspeak wailing
in a parody of news
the fox hunts the hounds

the kings are in the counting house …
Mary lost her lamb

counting up their money
… Mary lost her lamb
– all hail the chief
counting up their money
… the homeless filled the land
– all hail the chief
counting up their money
… another bomber flew
– all hail the chief

in the name of our fathers
and their self-serving ideals
mythical founding fathers
of an avid nation
hollowed empty principles
of a selfish self-serving age

the sun darkens
the sun ceases to shine
another mighty empire crumbles
in the twilight
a cricket chirps.


Linked to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie, where T.S. Eliot’s “The Hollow Men” was our inspiration thanks to Jen from Blog It or Lose It!

T. S. Eliot: The naming of Cats

I had guests on Tuesday…a friend named Matteo (which means the gift of god, which one isn’t quite clear,  I think he’s Loki’s gift) who is an Ubuntu enthusiast, his wife and another friend.  Preparing dinner I put “Cats” on the computer and enjoyed for the umpteenth bazillioneth time that fantastic ballet and musical.

From Bookmarked! Click the pic to go to the site!

From Bookmarked! Click the pic to go to the site!

T. S. Eliot wrote a lovely book of poetry entitled: Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats. And of course “Cats” is the stage version of this great poem.  This comes from his book, and below you can hear him reading it.

Courtesy of Wikipedia

Courtesy of Wikipedia

The Naming of Cats

by T. S. Eliot

The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn’t just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I’m as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there’s the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo, or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey –
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames –
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter –
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that’s particular,
A name that’s peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride –
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkstrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there’s still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover –
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

(I had to giggle at all the “mistakes” WordPress wants me to correct in this poem!)

Let’s not forget this lovely song and scene:

Have a great day!