Friday, 29 February 2008
the title of this blog is from T S Eliot's 'Little Gidding' poem - from his 'Four Quartets'. i chose it because in seeking to 'go back in time', as it were, and looking for the roots of religion, i feel as if i should come to an unremembered place - portal, hearth, altar - where i have been before, but many thousands of years ago? i fear Mr Eliot's Little Gidding may have been a site of permafrost at this time, or swathed beneath the white out of the last great Ice Age? but nevertheless, the poem appeals and the title accords ...
Posted by Ric at 16:42