From "Burnt Norton" by T.S.Eliot

"...V.

Words move, music moves

Only in time; but that which is only living
Can only die. Words, after speech, reach

Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern,

Can words or music reach

The stillness, as a Chinese jar still

Moves perpetually in its stillness.

Not the stillness of the violin, while the note lasts,

Not that only, but the co-existence,

Or say that the end precedes the beginning,

And the end and the beginning were always there

Before the beginning and after the end.

And all is always now. Words strain,

Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,

Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,

Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,

Will not stay still. Shrieking voices

Scolding, mocking, or merely chattering,

Always assail them. The Word in the desert

Is most attacked by voices of temptation,

The crying shadow in the funeral dance,

The loud lament of the disconsolate chimera..."

From T.S.Eliot's "Burnt Norton", first published as part of the Four Quartets in 1936  

Ephemeral Art - Before the demolition of 3, Rue Quartier...

Just a few weeks before the house at 3, Rue Quartier, in Esch-Sur-Alzette in Luxembourg is demolished, a group of Luxembourg artists have decided to transform the premises into a unique and transient art exhibition.

Graffiti art, mural paintings, film projections, sculptures, every room presents a surprise to the visitor. Knowing that all these works have been created and can be viewed for only a short time, adds to the mystic of the place as if a message has to be transmitted and understood before the fall. Some exhibits question language and visual interpretation, some are works of quiet desperation as good old Thoreau once said. Let this be the first of many such initiatives in the future.