The Waste Land and Other Poems
This volume includes the title poem as well as “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” “Gerontion,” “Ash Wednesday,” “Sweeney Among the Nightingales,” and other poems from Eliot’s early and middle work. “Eliot has left upon English poetry a mark more unmistakable than that of any other poet writing in English” (Edmund Wilson).
The Unreal Wastelands & Labyrinths - What Memory Keeps and Throws Away; An Exercise in Recollection: in flashes and distortions.
You! Hypocrite lecteur! – mon semblable, - mon frère!
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
Lilacs out of the dead land...
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.
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
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
I mean, you could also go on vacation to France for thr...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
Sadly, despite some really amazing imagery and lines, I found this collection largely to be uninte...more
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.
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 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
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
When Andrew Lloyd Webber later turned some of Eliot's poetry into Cats, I almost went the other wa...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
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
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
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
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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.”
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.”