“Ash Wednesday” by T.S. Eliot

Back in 2013, with a remnant of a cold, I read T. S. Eliot’s Ash Wednesday.

It’s interesting to go back to that post and see the comments.  For example, Supertradmum is no longer with us.  Say a prayer for the repose of her soul.  There are names of some commentators we haven’t see around for a while.

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4 Comments

  1. PostCatholic says:

    From “Chard Whitlow: Mr Eliot’s Sunday Evening Postscript”:

    “Oh, listeners,
    And you especially who have turned off the wireless,
    And sit in Stoke or Basingstoke listening appreciatively to the silence,
    (Which is also the silence of hell) pray not for your selves but your souls.
    And pray for me also under the draughty stair.
    As we get older we do not get any younger.”

  2. Venerator Sti Lot says:

    PostCatholic,

    There’s an enjoyable recording of Dylan Thomas reading this poem by Henry Reed – and I remember an anecdote to the effect that Eliot autographed a copy in Thomas’s handwriting after he died in case that could be of value one way or another to Thomas’s widow. Searching for that, I find instead a 1994 New Criterion article by John Gross saying it was “much admired by Eliot himself”.

  3. PostCatholic says:

    As I remember, the BBC recording of Thomas reading Reed actually gets the laughs on the right lines, letting some of the copious stuffing out of Eliot’s metaphorical shirt.

    Henry Reed was an interesting character. I think his cycle “Lessons of the War” is underrated as a piece of WW2 literature.

  4. Venerator Sti Lot says:

    I should have checked Henry Reed’s Wikipedia article before commenting! It includes part of a quotation from Dwight Macdonald’s splendid Parodies: an anthology from Chaucer to Beerbohm–and after (Random House 1960, Faber 1961). The full text there is: “‘Most parodies of one’s own work strike one as very poor,’ Mr. Eliot writes. ‘In fact one is apt to think one could parody oneself much better. (As a matter of fact some critics have said that I have done so.) But there is one which deserves the success it has had, Henry Reed’s Chard Whitlow.'”

    I think I have only ever read the much-anthologized first part of ‘Lessons of the War’, ‘The naming of parts’ – but looking up the contents of Maps of Verona (1946) I am keen to read more of him – there’s a whole little Arthurian section under the heading ‘ Tintagel’!

    As someone remarks on YouTube, it sounds like Dylan Thomas has heard Eliot recite and plays with his intonation, too.

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