poetry by eliot: despair is
despair is an inner language you know or you do not know.
you won’t find it listed in the high school handbook of success.
so how is it that we come to this with some sort of mysterious
need to illuminate the world even if this is just another form
they say rap is just a primal urge that cannot explain the
existence of such a thing as time. i say age old traditions
do not extend beyond them in their dying history where the
poets and the outlaws were the same dark veins of hope.
Deep with the dead what we find is grace. despair is just
a servitude to worms. it’s music that has the most awful
and terrifying tears.
*Eliot is a writing a book of poetry he calls AND THE TERRIFYING TEARS. — tim barrus