Abstract
This collection of poems is a kind of expedition through memory through the relationships we form with words and between words; a kind of exploration via illusion. A documentary film shot from a helicopter that never leaves the ground. [...] And so each venture/Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate/With shabby equipment always deteriorating [... I And what there is to conquer/By strength and submission, has already been discovered/Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope/To emulate-but there is no competition-/There is only the fight to recover what has been lost/Andfound and lost again and again: and now, under conditions/That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss./For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business. - TS. Eliot