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poem

FRIDAY, 30. JUNE 2006, 11:29:58

from 37Signal.com Campfire chat room….

Jamis went on a T.S. Elliot excerpting binge:

Endless invention, endless experiment,
Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
…
Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

The lot of man is ceaseless labor,
Or ceaseless idleness, which is still harder

I say: take no thought of the harvest,
But only of proper sowing.

And now you live dispersed on ribbon roads,
And no man knows or cares who is his neighbor
Unless his neighbor makes too much disturbance,
But all dash to and fro in motor cars,
Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.

The lot of man is ceaseless labor,
Or ceaseless idleness, which is still harder

Marcel says The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock is “pretty much the best poem ever written.”