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The Waste Land and Other Poems
by
T.S. Eliot
Few readers need any introduction to the work of the most influential poet of the twentieth century. In addition to the title poem, this selecion includes "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", "Gerontion", "Ash Wednesday", and other poems from Mr. Eliot's early and middle work.
"In ten years' time," wrote Edmund Wilson in Axel0s Castle (1931), "Eliot has left upon English...more
"In ten years' time," wrote Edmund Wilson in Axel0s Castle (1931), "Eliot has left upon English...more
Paperback, 88 pages
Published
August 4th 1955
by Harcourt Brace Jovanovich
(first published 1922)
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The Unreal Wastelands & Labyrinths - What Memory Keeps and Throws Away; An Exercise in Recollection: in flashes and distortions.
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You! Hypocrite lecteur! – mon semblable, - mon frère!
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Chimes follow the Fire Sermon:
A rat crept softly through the vegetation;
departed. A cold blast at the back, So rudely forc'd, like Philomela.
It was Tiresias', it was he who doomed all men,
throbbing between two lives, knowing which?
Et O ces voix d'enfants, c...more
Eliot is such a pompous old fart, how could anyone not love him? When I was still in high school if you wanted to be in the group of people who had any pretensions as ‘intellectuals’ or whatever else it was we had pretensions of – Eliot was de rigueur. I know large slabs of this poem by heart and when I worked as a house painter would quote it at length at the top of my voice when I ran out of Irish songs to sing while I rolled the walls – which probably misses the point of the poem, but I love...more
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land...
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Retracing myself through the labyrinth of the Waste Land. Making an effort this time to read other sources, think about the project of making a mosaic out of a broken world.
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Thank God for the Internet--really inspiring to read these dense works and then have access to such a myriad of supplemental sources. I've read this before and always got the gist and the music, but it's really spectacular t...more
Lilacs out of the dead land...
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Retracing myself through the labyrinth of the Waste Land. Making an effort this time to read other sources, think about the project of making a mosaic out of a broken world.
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Thank God for the Internet--really inspiring to read these dense works and then have access to such a myriad of supplemental sources. I've read this before and always got the gist and the music, but it's really spectacular t...more
'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' is one of those pieces of art that sustains me. I literally don't know who I would be without it. I have been reading and rereading that poem since I was about 17, and each time I read it, I come to understand it a little bit differently. It is of course, about death and aging, but also about place ('The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes/ The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes/ Licked its tongue into the corners of the ev...more
After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience
Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and dr...more
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience
Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and dr...more
Although I have read “The Waste Land” a number of times, it has been a long time since I read it last, and I have never studied it very thoroughly, having become entranced with “Four Quartets” and devoted most of my time and attention to that magnificent poem. Reading TWL again now, I am once again impressed, however, with its imagery and wealth of allusions. Some of these allusions are ones I recognize, although many I do not. Nonetheless, I am impressed with its modernist mood of enervation an...more
Although I wouldn't usually recommend spending three months of your life focused on one poem, the three months of my college education where I did so with the Wasteland weren't for naught. I still love opening up this poem and choosing a passage and remembering how it felt to untangle one line from another, flipping back and forth between sections to see where those lines tied to others, and just marveling at the sheer manic genius of Eliot.
I mean, you could also go on vacation to France for thr...more
I mean, you could also go on vacation to France for thr...more
"There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Frisch weht der Wind
Der Heimat zu,
Mein Irisch Kind,
Wo weilest du?
“You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
They called me the hyacinth girl.”
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair...more
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Frisch weht der Wind
Der Heimat zu,
Mein Irisch Kind,
Wo weilest du?
“You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
They called me the hyacinth girl.”
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair...more
On the plus side of this, the entire time reading it I could hear Nick Cave narrating the poetry, for whatever reason. Something about the tone of "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" evoked good old Nick Cave for me, and it stuck throughout this collection. I wish that, alone, would have sold me on loving it (instead, now I'm listening to my collection of Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds on shuffle).
Sadly, despite some really amazing imagery and lines, I found this collection largely to be uninte...more
Sadly, despite some really amazing imagery and lines, I found this collection largely to be uninte...more
Right, so upon first reading the poem, I have to admit that I was very much not a fan. I still have my reservations about Eliot (and whether or not the whole poem was just snobbish pretentiousness), but I am easily swayed, and we had a brilliant lecturer for the poem. He was a tall stick of a Scotsman, but had the most amazing voice. It was like listening to the smell of porridge--all warm, soft, and hearty. He clearly was passionate about the poem, and his readings of passages really opened it...more
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"We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown."
Eliot's writing to me is nectar; of the particularly sugary sort that you get intoxicated by and find yourself hungering for in the daftness of drowsy but content afternoons. Ash-Wednesday, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and The Waste Land are all indubitably favorites of mine.
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown."
Eliot's writing to me is nectar; of the particularly sugary sort that you get intoxicated by and find yourself hungering for in the daftness of drowsy but content afternoons. Ash-Wednesday, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and The Waste Land are all indubitably favorites of mine.
The Waste Land is one of those pieces of literature that somehow--magically, almost--confers major lit cred on anyone who's read it and liked it. I don't particularly desire the admiration of the lovely folks who spend months-years-decades studying this poem (although I admire their dedication), so here it is: although there were parts of the poem (and also The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, which I liked a lot more) that were beautiful, and I can see why some lines are so very quotable and in...more
La Tierra baldía me pareció un poema interesante por diferente, por su aparente sinsentido. Es muy fácil de leer pues su lenguaje está formado por palabras sencillas y no por términos complicados. Sin embargo, es muy difícil de entender pues el autor mezcla pasado, presente y futuro; escenas cotidianas con escenas inexistentes.
Al leerlo, sentí como si fuera una serie de sueños que se escribieran tal cual los percibimos mientras dormíamos: objetos que hablan, muertos que aparecen, siluetas que se...more
Al leerlo, sentí como si fuera una serie de sueños que se escribieran tal cual los percibimos mientras dormíamos: objetos que hablan, muertos que aparecen, siluetas que se...more
I picked up a box set, Faber and Faber Poetry Essentials a number of months ago, and this collection by T. S. Eliot is just one of the entries in the ten box set. It is a small sampling of Eliot’s Collected Poems, including the most famous works – The Waste Land, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, Ash Wednesday and Journey of the Magi amongst others.
I had not read much of Eliot before this – I knew The Waste Land, and perhaps that was it. I admit to enjoying this collection immensely; Eliot is...more
I had not read much of Eliot before this – I knew The Waste Land, and perhaps that was it. I admit to enjoying this collection immensely; Eliot is...more
To read The Waste Land is to become comfortable with death. I read it every year, yes, usually in April. I love the language, the shifting voices from the near-comic, to mysterious, to threatening, to grand. Years ago I brought the poem to a table of friends. I read just the last section, What the Thunder Said, but I explained it before I read it. I described it as the death throes of the poem, and at the end there would be brief bursts from works throughout the ages -- sampling in the parlance...more
Of course this is a five-star volume of some of the finest poetry ever written in the English language...okay? Please don't hurt me.
Over the past several days I have been re-reading (or slogging though) Prufrock, Gerontion, the Waste Land and the other poems in this collection. And why exactly would I do that? Why would anyone do that without a professor and a syllabus involved in the undertaking? Just think of it as a sort of self-conducted experiment involving brain research, or consider it a...more
Over the past several days I have been re-reading (or slogging though) Prufrock, Gerontion, the Waste Land and the other poems in this collection. And why exactly would I do that? Why would anyone do that without a professor and a syllabus involved in the undertaking? Just think of it as a sort of self-conducted experiment involving brain research, or consider it a...more
Having heard The Waste Land referenced so frequently as one of those foundations of modernism I'd been curious to read it for some time and had built up a certain idea of what I thought the poem would be like. My expectation and the reality didn't quite align, but one thing that was indeed delivered as promised was the opacity of the work. What a puzzle it is! I tend to enjoy allusive, deliberately cerebral writing, but as a whole I found The Waste Land's convolutions a bit too big of a challeng...more
Admittedly I find reading material in odd places. I always kind of knew about T.S. Eliot from peripheral reading. But never really got into him until I was reading The Groucho Letters by Groucho Marx. One of the letter sequences was from and to Eliot. When Grouchos insisted on calling the poet Tom, my aversion to my assumed stuffiness of Eliot's work simply withered away. Not with a whimper either.
When Andrew Lloyd Webber later turned some of Eliot's poetry into Cats, I almost went the other wa...more
When Andrew Lloyd Webber later turned some of Eliot's poetry into Cats, I almost went the other wa...more
Tough to separate the man from his work, but in the case of The Wasteland, I think it's necessary if you want to enjoy the language.
What I enjoyed most about The Wasteland was the difficulty you had getting through it if you didn't understand the references he was making. It was a true work that challenged you throughout - no wonder he would sell out football stadiums when he read from it.
Just incredible in every way - both in story, language, and meaning.
The poem was actually written for Josep...more
What I enjoyed most about The Wasteland was the difficulty you had getting through it if you didn't understand the references he was making. It was a true work that challenged you throughout - no wonder he would sell out football stadiums when he read from it.
Just incredible in every way - both in story, language, and meaning.
The poem was actually written for Josep...more
Well, I may pick this bad boy up again sometime in the future because I'm still verryyyy confused at some parts. However, the parts that I did understand (with the aid of my wonderful professor, of course) I felt very moved and connected to.
We really only read "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" and TWL because they were our primary focus in the particular class I'm taking, so my review will focus on those two poems as well.
The Waste Land:
Eliot projects the lives of many different individuals,...more
We really only read "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" and TWL because they were our primary focus in the particular class I'm taking, so my review will focus on those two poems as well.
The Waste Land:
Eliot projects the lives of many different individuals,...more
As Allen Ginsberg's 'Howl' defined the Beat Generation. T.S. Eliot's 'The Wasteland' defined Modernism.
First of all the best edition if you are primarily interested in the wasteland is Lawrence Rainey's annotated version 'The Annotated Waste Land with Eliot's Contemporary Prose' by T. S. Eliot and Lawrence Rainey. For modernism see 'Constellation of Genius: 1922: Modernism Year One' by Kevin Jackson.
But if you're like me and you just want to know the basics the internet is your friend and then...more
First of all the best edition if you are primarily interested in the wasteland is Lawrence Rainey's annotated version 'The Annotated Waste Land with Eliot's Contemporary Prose' by T. S. Eliot and Lawrence Rainey. For modernism see 'Constellation of Genius: 1922: Modernism Year One' by Kevin Jackson.
But if you're like me and you just want to know the basics the internet is your friend and then...more
I have read T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land many times over the years. I've been reading it again over the holidays. Today, I read the annotated version, carefully reviewing the notes & notes on the notes (thanks to google) as well as listening to recordings on YouTube-including a wonderful version with female and male voices (Eliot himself along with Ted Hughes). After all that, I took a break (read something different). Then, I sat back and forgot everything I knew, put aside everything I thou...more
I won't pretend - not even to myself - to be erudite enough to navigate "The Waste Land" with anything like skill. Perhaps if you gave me six months, a Latin and Greek grammar, unlimited access to Wikipedia and the direct phone number to the Yale Lit department. I'm quite at home with "Prufrock," however, and my confidence there propped me up well enough to get me through the rest of the collection. While acknowledging the surpassing excellence of the titular poem (and my absolute desire to go a...more
I've read the first two chapters several times over in the past. I kept coming to a point where I would stop because I would have so many thoughts moving around in my head chaotically. I wanted to figure out each piece of it, and came to the conclusion that I would have to finish it when I had time to delve into all the obscurity and references. This poem is a perpetual puzzle with a very specific mood. I finally decided to just read through it. I took some notes and did some research along the...more
My lukewarm love affair with Eliot started in high school when I came across an excerpt from "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats" in high school. My first--and continuing--thought was, "This guy is so crazy he's awesome." Reading "The Waste Land" and the other nine poems collected here hasn't changed that thought. I will have to come out and say, though, that "The Waste Land" and "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" aren't my favorites. Perhaps this disbars me from English major status, but th...more
The whole enterprise of "liking" or "really liking" books on Goodreads feels profoundly stupid when you find yourself giving four stars to The Waste Land. I mean, it's beside the point to "really like" The Waste Land, isn't it? That's kind of like "liking" oxygen or music. They just exist, don't they?
Anyway, I will say that I read this to prepare for John Beer's book, and I came away with two insights: 1.) I'm much more interested in The Waste Land now that I'm older, as it reads to me like a de...more
Anyway, I will say that I read this to prepare for John Beer's book, and I came away with two insights: 1.) I'm much more interested in The Waste Land now that I'm older, as it reads to me like a de...more
"The Waste Land" is obviously the heavy-hitter here so it's easy to ignore the 'lesser' poems in the collection. "Gerontion" was one of my favorites when I first read Eliot's works. It's one of Eliot's more overtly, rigidly structured poems, which appealed to me a great deal. A mise en abyme (the poem fully lives up to lives up to this) is created in which the desolate European landscape echoes the speaker's room, which echoes the speaker's mind doubles and redoubles the bleakness of the poem. T...more
I can't even begin to describe what impact T.S. Eliot and Ezra Pound are having on me at this stage of my life. It's astounding and unbelievable what influence these two men had on each other's creativity. I can never thank mister Pound enough for editing The Waste Land so nicely. I find all of Eliot's early works absolutely fascinating. They resonate so well with my personality and my literary tastes, the language simply flows through me and the literary contexts and references nail every singl...more
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Thomas Stearns Eliot was a poet, dramatist and literary critic. He received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948 "for his outstanding, pioneer contribution to present-day poetry." He wrote the poems The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, The Waste Land, The Hollow Men, Ash Wednesday, and Four Quartets; the plays Murder in the Cathedral and The Cocktail Party; and the essay Tradition and the Individ...more
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“After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now
History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors
And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions,
Guides us by vanities. Think now
She gives when our attention is distracted
And what she gives, gives with such supple confusions
That the giving famishes the craving. Gives too late
What’s not believed in, or if still believed,
In memory only, reconsidered passion. Gives too soon
Into weak hands, what’s thought can be dispensed with
Till the refusal propagates a fear. Think
Neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices
Are fathered by our heroism. Virtues
Are forced upon us by our impudent crimes.
These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.”
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History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors
And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions,
Guides us by vanities. Think now
She gives when our attention is distracted
And what she gives, gives with such supple confusions
That the giving famishes the craving. Gives too late
What’s not believed in, or if still believed,
In memory only, reconsidered passion. Gives too soon
Into weak hands, what’s thought can be dispensed with
Till the refusal propagates a fear. Think
Neither fear nor courage saves us. Unnatural vices
Are fathered by our heroism. Virtues
Are forced upon us by our impudent crimes.
These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing tree.”
“I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.”
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Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.”

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