"Birth, and copulation and death.
That's all the facts when you come to brass tacks."
~ T.S. Eliot, "Fragment of an Agon"
Between these three, there is mystery.
My day has been
Gestalt Aprons.
During one of my lectures this afternoon I was witness to a failed attempt to share a recording of
T.S Eliot reciting his "Fragment of an Agon."
My professor's intention was thwarted by outdated technology. Foggy, brown strands of Eliot became ensnared within the reels of a portable stereo upon Mr. Prof's depression of 'play'. Regardless, my classmates and I were not to be deprived of poetic voice. For us, my instructor delivered a beautifully animated performance of "Agon."
After class, I offered my assistance in disentangling the cassette mess. I was taken up on my offer, and I was successful. In return my prof offered to repay me with a coffee. Coffee? But of course.
Together, we sat in William's Café casually chatting. And then.
Surrounded by floors of books, I was told that I should reconsider my decision to apply to the Faculty of Education, and ponder the alternative of pursuing graduated studies. If you've not ever been academically oriented, imagine this as the moment that you are capable of anything your huge, beating heart desires. You woke up yesterday morning to discover that you posses the ability to fly. You can freeze time. You have just found an invisibility cloak tucked into the folds of your grandfather's clothes. You have a mystery benefactor. And you are going to spend your life abroad, transparent as you choose in timelessness, flying while dining on Havarti and Shiraz.
Okay, I'm loosing myself, and possibly you.
To be told that I possess the ability to succeed at the graduate level is an incredible compliment. Financially, I don't know if this is plausible. But, I have decided to change my program (from a General to an Honours degree); allowing, at the least, possibility.
Perhaps one day I shall share the story of how my future was irrevocably altered because T.S. Eliot couldn't resist tangle. Because I can't resist tangle.
How am I going to apply this afternoon's serendipity to my weekend serving the masses? I am going to give my customers everything that they least expect. Give me a couple of days, and I'll let you know how this experiment goes. I hope that I don't get fired. I need to support myself with Service for a little longer than anticipated.
