Considering Phlebas

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss.                                          A current under sea Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell He passed the stages of his age and youth Entering the whirlpool.                                        Gentile or Jew O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you ~ T.S. Eliot, “Death by Water“, The Waste Land Lately I’ve been considering Phlebas, the Phoenician mariner and merchant of the clairvoyant Madam Sosostris’s tarot reading, and how handsome and tall he might have been to those around him. I envision him embodying everything Phoenician society would … Continue reading Considering Phlebas