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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
Nothing.”

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.

     

Next week’s theme will be symmetry.
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Copyright Debbie Smyth, 6 March 2022

Posted as part of  One Word Sunday

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