ts eliot

Read by Juliet Prew

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

Read by 

Matthew Sykes (Burnt Norton)

Steven Brent McKenzie (East Coker)

Juliet Prew (The Dry Salvages) 

and Dave Luukkonen (Little Gidding)

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

Read by Dave Luukkonen

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

Read by Dave Luukkonen

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

Read by Juliet Prew

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

Read by Juliet Prew

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

Read by Steven Brent McKenzie

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

Read by Steven Brent McKenzie

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

Read by Matthew Sykes

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

Read by Matthew Sykes

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

S. Shakthidharan's new play for Belvoir St Theatre, The Jungle and Sea, adds dimension to his award-winning epic, Counting and Cracking. The Jungle and the Sea also builds on Shakthidharan's deeply held belief that the arts, and theatre in particular, can unite communities. 

Also, Emilia Bassano pursued a career as a poet during William Shakespeare's time and a new play commissioned by Shakespeare's Globe Theatre argues that The Bard may have plagiarised Emilia's own work, and to mark the 100th anniversary of The Waste Land by TS Eliot, Identity Theatre will bring Eliot's multi-layered lament to the stage.

It is almost a century since the publication of his poem The Waste Land.

Read by Craig Roberts 

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman 

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

This week Amy kicks off with a rant about people who want to 'break the mould' of genre fiction, instead of just doing it bloody well, which leads us down the rabbit hole of defining genres, arguing about the rules (knowing the rules; bending the rules; breaking the rules; stop breaking the bloody rules!), following formulas, smashing formulas, value adding and (because it's us) comparing genres to pizza. What other podcast about writing can be so smart and so dumb all at the same time? Guaranteed to be 80% cheeky and 100% 30 minutes long. (This may be our best episode yet, so don't miss it. It's probably all downhill from here.)

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Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

The Night City

BY W. S. GRAHAM

Unmet at Euston in a dream

Of London under Turner’s steam

Misting the iron gantries, I

Found myself running away

From Scotland into the golden city.

I ran down Gray’s Inn Road and ran

Till I was under a black bridge.

This was me at nineteen

Late at night arriving between

The buildings of the City of London.

And the I (O I have fallen down)

Fell in my dream beside the Bank

Of England’s wall to be, me

With my money belt of Northern ice.

I found Eliot and he said yes

And sprang into a Holmes cab.

Boswell passed me in the fog

Going to visit Whistler who

Was with John Donne who had just seen

Paul Potts shouting on Soho Green.

Midnight. I hear the moon

Light chiming on St Paul’s.

The City is empty. Night

Watchmen are drinking their tea,

The Fire had burnt out.

The Plague’s pits had closed

And gone into literature.

Between the big buildings

I sat like a flea crouched

In the stopped works of a watch.

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

THE HOLLOW MEN
by T. S. Eliot
Mistah Kurtz-he dead.
A penny for the Old Guy

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!Our dried voices, when 
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar 
Shape without form shade without colour,
Paralyzed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes to death's other Kingdom
Remember us--if at all-- not as lost 
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom 
These do not appear:
There the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There is a tree swinging

And voices are 
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star
Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom 
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves 
No nearer--

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom.

III

This is the dead land
this is cactus land 
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this 
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss 
Form prayers to broken stone

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eye here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley 
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms.

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river. 

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom 
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear 
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act 
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion 
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm 
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow 
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For thine is the

This is the way the way the world ends 
This is the way the way the world ends
This is the way the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

Production and Sound Design by Kevin Seaman

Peter Sacks finds common themes between the paintings of Edward Hopper and the works of poets such as Robert Frost, Elizabeth Bishop, and TS Eliot.