Morning Wit

So it began back in the day and that day was in 1960. This was the first televised debate for presidential canidates ever. Exciting huh. There is a lesson here. See many people still listened to radio back in 1960. Thats where it gets interesting. See those who watched this on the tube thought Kennedy won, those who listened on the radio thought Nixon won. The power of image is a powerful thing, after all perception is reality.

But forget all that political mumbo jumbo, after all elections are a year away and most of us don't care right now, which is sad. But on to the bright spot of this day, Mr. T.S. Eliot is born in 1888. The poets poet. The man who is credited with changing poetry into its modern form. Which makes him larger than life in the world of poetry. And if you can't get down with poetry, what freakin good are you? Its bad enough most people are to damn lazy to read the newspaper, but poetry isn't even heavy reading folks. Yeah sure it makes you think, but is that a bad thing? We, as a country are freakin lazy. Hysterically so. Which brings me to the poem I want to leave you with by Mr. Eliot, aptly named Hysteria.

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth
were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at
each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of
unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white
checked cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: “If the lady and gentleman wish to take their
tea in the garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden...” I decided that if
the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might be
collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end.

While it isn't as well known as The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock or The Waste Land, I like the side of Eliot is reveals. You know the lover, the playa. Yeah Yeah I hear it all the time he was a christian but dude married his secretary and she was his 3rd wife. PLAYA!