Thursday, 30 July 2009

Eliot: "this twittering world"

I wonder if Dave Cameron had TS Eliot's metaphysical masterpiece in mind when he bemoaned the world of Twitter so succinctly - and thus shallow, divisive, popgun Labourists like Balls with their pathetic obsession with the instant online inanity provider by far more than implication.
Eructation of unhealthy souls
Into the faded air, the torpid
Driven on the wind that sweeps the gloomy hills of London,
Hampstead and Clerkenwell, Campden and Putney,
Highgate, Primrose and Ludgate. Not here
Not here the darkness, in this twittering world.
from: 1st Quartet, Burnt Norton, TS Eliot, 1936


  1. Stephen Fry fits into this category of twittering twat extremely nicely. Labour instructions for using this 140 character drivel machine run to TWENTY pages of hot air - never ones to do things the easy way, Labour.

  2. Astonishing.

    'Fraid I agree with you about Fry. A lost cause. I met him once, long ago. Very tall. Scrounged all my cigarettes. Then left.

    I always thought Twitter was a bit of fun, not a vital political content provider.

    You live and learn.

  3. Give a man a smoke, he's happy for a minute. Teach a man to buy his own, he's happy for a lifetime!


Any thoughts?