Margate, September 2015
This Margate seaside shelter was the poetic inspiration for TS Eliot: in 1921, recuperating from a nervous breakdown, he sat here, writing Part III of The Waste Land.
“On Margate Sands.
I can connect
Nothing with nothing.
The broken fingernails of dirty hands.
My people humble people who expect
His achievements are remembered in a humorous mural in the public toilets at the railway station:
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Thanks to everyone who shared things enclosed last week.
Special thanks go to Tom for his sense of humour (or insanity?); to Geriatri’x’ for a fascinating building; and to Sandy for some beautiful monochromes.
If you didn’t have chance to check out everyone’s offerings, the links are below. Why not grab a coffee now and go blog exploring.
- Aletta at Now at Home
- Alice at the 59 Club
- Brian at Bushboy’s World
- Cath’s Camera
- Elke at Pictures Imperfect
- Emille at Living between two realms
- Geriatri’x’ Fotogallery
- Janet at This, That and the Other Thing
- Le Drake Noir
- Maria at Kamerapromenader
- Marie at Hops Skips and Jumps
- Philosophy via Photos
- Sandy at Out of My Write Mind
- Steve at a London Miscellany
- Tom at The Mansionic Perspective
Copyright Debbie Smyth, 6 March 2022
Posted as part of One Word Sunday