debuto

This was blurry, somehow inexplicable,
for those who raise their glass with emphasis
above the dinner table…Now for an idiot to enter a debuto…where angels breathe…
Time to give in to a testimony but, is this poesis…
When thundery sounds heard from afar…is it thunder or
A dispersed snake winding parade in the shiver of noon?

T. S. Eliot, The historical sense

From “Tradition and the individual talent (The Sacred Wood)” IF THE ONLY form of tradition, of handing down, consisted in following the ways of the immediate generation before us in a blind or timid adherence to its successes, “tradition” should positively be discouraged. We have seen many such simple currents soon lost in the sand; and novelty is better than repetition. Tradition is a matter of much wider significance. It cannot be inherited, and if you want it you must obtain it by great labour. It involves, in the first place, the historical sense, which we may call nearly indispensable to anyone who would continue to be a poet beyond his twenty-fifth year; and the historical sense involves a perception, not only of the pastness of the past, but of its presence; the historical sense compels a man to write not merely with his own generation in his bones, but with a feeling that the whole of the literature of Europe from Homer and within it the whole of the literature of his own country has a simultaneous existence and composes a simultaneous order. This historical sense, which is a sense of the timeless as well as of the temporal and of the timeless and of the temporal together, is what makes a writer traditional. And it is at the same time what makes a writer most acutely conscious of his place in time, of his contemporaneity. (…) Shakespeare acquired more essential history from Plutarch than most men could from the whole British Museum. What is to be insisted upon is that the poet must develop or procure the consciousness of the past and that he should continue to develop this consciousness throughout his career.    

Tony and Tonya

Tony!
Tonya!

Tony…
Tonya…

Toonyy
oh Toonia

yes Tony
mmm Tonya

T o n y
T o n y a, T o n y a, T o n y a!

no Tony, no
yes, yes Tonya

no ( sigh ) yes Tony
yes yes yes Tonya

( sigh ) no no no Tony
why why why, yessss!Toonya

Tony Tony Tony Tony
Tonya? Tonya?Tooonya!

aaahhh Tony, yes more, more m o r e TONY!
Tonia, my Tonia, oh. oh…

mmmmmTony ( sigh )…Tony
Tonya.

Tony! Tony!
zzzzzzzzz……