Friday, May 8, 2015
Let me be candid with you. I don't really understand "The Wasteland." I have read it many times, though never in a rigorous way. Perhaps it all means something in particular, though it has the texture of an inspired thing, that is, a thing which arrives without having traveled. I don't mind not understanding it; I live in a world of mysterious colossi; my cultivated ignorance is a method of wonder.