“Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.”
“I actually have to dissagree. I’ve NEVER used poetry as a way of escape from anything. I’ve always used it as a means to learn more about myself…this is actually the first time I’ve ever heard of poetry being used as a tool for escape…I’ve read it over and over again, but I’m still not seeing the wisdom in it. Idk, I guess I just don’t agree with the whole escape part. I don’t believe in running away, I’ve always thought it was weak. I mean I get the part about knowing what it means to want to escape, but then that just means he’s saying escaping from reality through poetry is it’s purpose…which I just can’t agree with. I’d always figured that T.S. Elliot would strike me as more of someone who would use poetry to learn what’s deep inside himself, not as a means of escape, but as to face his inner demons head on without falter, to move forward…maybe I’m reading it wrong, I most likely am, but I’ve read it dozens of times in different ways and they all just scream “coward” at me….strange.” – CW
I think you’re calling me a coward, Mr. Worley. 
Well-played…for in my hours of darkness,
I take a knee, and then lay out upon the ground,
I close my eyes and try to see the silence of that sound.
For in that very quiet place where my soul is often seen,
There’s something of a power here, in echoes of a dream..
Walking on, past unjust lives with scattered ruins about
There is a drudging menace here, of that there is no doubt.
I carry on, the pressure’s near, all eyes are on me now.
And when I bend my soul to sigh there’s courage in the bow.
For when we come to meet this face, the turret of time’s yield.
There is nothing here to comfort us, protect? there is no shield.
This hearkened space, our deep disgrace, is a lack of Living Rights
And when they start to tension me, they are blinded by the Lights.
So when the void is closing in and widening all around, removing heat,
The cold halls of civility summon to their court; those chambers never sleep.
And when the fear starts getting loud, your heart is pumping to the beat.
While warm moist earth caress your soul and sooth your aching feet.
Escape now to that quiet place, and orient your Self.
Pull all your energies inside; turn off the noise of Hell.
And here within you’ll find your Sight; that peaceful, loving state.
Wherever you can calm your Self, Escape is in that place.
12 October 2012
Articulated Jargon 