‘I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without
For love would be love for the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the
From ‘East Coker’, part of Four Quartets, by T.S. Eliot (Published by Faber & Faber, 1944)
Stephen Emms: ‘I photographed this graffiti in Spring 2003 on St Pancras Way (near what is now The Colonel Fawcett). TS Eliot graffiti is rare enough itself (especially in Camden), but what makes it even more interesting is the additional narrative – and clue as to the artist’s state of mind – provided by the line in French, bottom left: ‘L’amour pur jamais ne trahit (Pure love never betrays.)’
What, we can only wonder, happened before he (or she) hit the spraycan?