The theatrocrat, a tragic play [in verse].

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Side 57 - is in danger of a new fanaticism, of a scientific instead of a religious tyranny. This is my protest. In the course of many ages the mind of man may be able to grasp the world scientifically: in the meantime we can know it only poetically ; science is still a valley of dead bones till imagination breathes upon it.
Side 24 - I should add that there is no key to "The Theatrocrat " : all the people in it are made essentially out of the good and evil in myself. My statement of the world and of the Universe as the world can know it...
Side 5 - ... his pastoral pipings were far from being of the importance his admirers imagined. He was essentially a cold, hard, silent, practical man, who, if he had not fallen into poetry, would have done effectual work of some sort in the world. This was the impression one got of him as he looked out of his stern blue eyes, superior to men and circumstances.
Side 47 - ... poetry that does not require to be taught or learnt ; that requires only to be told and shown to be known, welcomed, and remembered, because it is already subconscious in the Matter of which we consist.
Side 31 - That strew the ethereal waste are whirling there In agony unutterable. Pain? It may be Matter in itself is pain, Sweetened in sexual love that so mankind, The medium of Matter's consciousness, May never cease to know - the stolid bent Of Matter, the infinite vanity Of the Universe, being evermore Self-knowledge.
Side 113 - ... either. King of Hearts is his show. His feline walk, his funny drawl with its inordinate vowels, his sure-fire smile, along with whatever is less definable in an actor, though no less real, make of an ambivalent presentation an uncompromising performance and an unequivocal success. CRAFTY GODLINESS I love the stage And hate to see it made the prostitute Of crafty godliness. —John Davidson Here is a sentence I never thought I should live to write: I have just seen a play by TS Eliot in summer...
Side 32 - MINE loom of my poetry, giving the myth also a new orientation as the weaver changes the pattern of his web— an orientation which I have carried to its utmost limit in the Judgment-day of the "Prime Minister...
Side 25 - We know now that there is no moral order of the Universe, but that everything is constantly changing and becoming and returning to its first condition in a perpetual round of evolution and devolution; and this eternal tide of Matter, this restless ebb and flow I call Immorality.

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