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Lolita

Jeremy Irons and Dominique Swain 

Lolita

Dominique Swain and Jeremy Irons

legiocaesaris:

“Aw, shit. Am I dead?”
“No.”

p-isforpoetry:

“East Coker” by T. S. Eliot (excerpt) (read by Jeremy Irons)

IV.

The wounded surgeon plies the steel
That questions the distempered part;
Beneath the bleeding hands we feel
The sharp compassion of the healer’s art
Resolving the enigma of the fever chart.

   Our only health is the disease
If we obey the dying nurse
Whose constant care is not to please
But to remind of our, and Adam’s curse,
And that, to be restored, our sickness must grow worse.

   The whole earth is our hospital
Endowed by the ruined millionaire,
Wherein, if we do well, we shall
Die of the absolute paternal care
That will not leave us, but prevents us everywhere.

   The chill ascends from feet to knees,
The fever sings in mental wires.
If to be warmed, then I must freeze
And quake in frigid purgatorial fires
Of which the flame is roses, and the smoke is briars.

   The dripping blood our only drink,
The bloody flesh our only food:
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood—
Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.

East Coker is the second poem of T. S. Eliot’s Four Quartets. It was started as a way for Eliot to get back into writing poetry and was modelled after Burnt Norton. It was finished during early 1940 and printed for the Easter edition of the 1940 New English Weekly.

Full poem

Section I read by Jeremy Irons
Section V read by Ralph Fiennes

Ben Wheatley with cast and crew while filmingHigh-Rise(2015)

Jeremy Irons by Duane Michals 1981

lajuliettebinoche:

Juliette Binoche & Jeremy Irons by Michel Comte, 1993

Munich – The Edge of War(2021)

Directed by Christian Schwochow

Cinematography by Frank Lamm