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13 May
LIT BITS V3 #134

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Excerpted-from: LITERARY CALENDAR V3 #134
From: ptervin@pent.yasuda-u.ac.jp

Today is Sunday, 14 May 2000; on this day,

100 years ago (1900),

	Nature writer Hal Borland (_High, Wide and Lonesome_) is born in
     Sterling, Colorado.

88 years ago (1912),

	After writing many bold and concentrated dramatic works that
     combined dramatic naturalism--including unaffected dialogue, stark
     rather than luxurious scenery, and the use of stage props as
     symbols--with his own conception of psychology, August Strindberg will
     die, a troubled man. His autobiography _Ensam_ (_Alone_, 1903) perhaps
     best describes his feelings.

81 years ago (1919),

	After meeting T. S. Eliot,  Lytton Strachey calls the poet "rather
     ill and rather American.... But by no means to be sniffed at."

72 years ago (1928),

	Sinclair Lewis marries journalist Dorothy Thompson in a civil
     ceremony in London.

Today's poem:

                    from The Hollow Men

     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.

                                                 T. S. Eliot

© 2000 Peter Langston