'...the question whether one is a writer at all is one which constantly asks itself and I think ought to go on asking itself from time to time...I have never got rid of it myself and it attacks me from time to time most unexpectedly.'

—8 Sep 1943

#writers
#TheLettersofTSEliot

The latest exhibition at @WorldChessHOF features two items from our collection: a pocket chess set used by T S Eliot's father, Henry Ware Eliot, during the 1st World War to play correspondence chess with his son, & Henry's notebook of chess problems and solutions.
worldchesshof.org/program/2025...

Colm Tóibín will give this year's T. S. Eliot Lecture at the @AbbeyTheatre in Dublin.

The lecture, titled 'The Road to Little Gidding Yeats, Auden, Eliot 1939, 1940, 1941' will be delivered on Sunday 14 December.

www.abbeytheatre.ie/whats-on/t-s...

#TSEliotLecture

'HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight.
Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.'

Happy #nationalpoetryday2025

The Waste Land: tseliot.com/poetry/the-w...

'We die with the dying:
See, they depart, and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.'

Remembering T. S. Eliot on his birthday. Born in St Louis #OTD 1888.

A cabinet card portrait of TSE, aged about 3, holding Toby the dog, c.1891.

'Between midnight and dawn, when the past is all deception,
The future futureless, before the morning watch
When time stops and time is never ending;
And the ground swell, that is and was from the beginning,
Clangs
The bell.'

— The Dry Salvages, 1st published by Faber #OTD 1941