Scenes From a Broken Hand: August is the Cruellest Month

Friday, August 17, 2007

August is the Cruellest Month

...so why not bring my .72 readers a little joy with this MP3 of the late, great, Sir Alec Guinness reading a section of T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land, eh? Why not indeed?

http://jbj.pbwiki.com/f/guinesswl2.mp3

And may the art be with you.

1 comment:

RogueTess said...: Thanks for the link! I teach Brit Lit and worship Obi Wan. BTW, all 1.0 of me that reads your blog is a knitting friend of Heather's. Your mom post hit a little too close to home for comment (until now) because my dad passed away in July. He was literally the wisest man I ever knew.
--Teresa (singsurfknit.wordpress.com); August 18, 2007 at 12:56 AM

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Scenes from a Broken Hand

CHESTER:
This monk I knew in Thailand... amazing man. He was always talking about these veils that stand between us and reality—and how you had to push them back to win the Hide and Seek.

JIM:
Hide and Seek?

MORDECAI:
It's a game, Pogo—the one I'm playing with myself—my real self, deep down.

CHESTER:
No, no. God, or the world, or whatever is out there, is playing it--with all of us. See, God is like this tremendous hand, and we, all of us, everything, are like the fingers. What God does is, he splits himself up into all these different parts, all these fingers: plants, fish, people, rocks—and then—this is the amazing part— he forgets! He forgets what he's done. He plays a game with himself, see? Hide and Seek! That's what the veils are for—so he can forget—so we can forget where it all came from. We see the fingers, but we never see the hand.

from Scenes From a Broken Hand,
a play by Andrew Ordover