T.S. Eliot: Search & Destroy

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eintracht frankurt im die shoures swetzen

toi, tu viens de missouri?

mais nein!

What do you

elect to shore

and what to

leave

in the ruins

?

lalalalalala

the pinefox, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

TS Elliot is, like, what 15 year old girls get obsessed about when they've got bored with Sylvia fucking Plath. Destroy all of it, especially the 3,000 word essay I wrote on him last year.

Dom Passantino, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

Search: his introduction to 'Nightwood' by Djuna Barnes.

Destroy: the Queen Mother

Andrew L, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

search: the wasteland (= ultragothic influence-anxious rewrite of dracula/m.r.james) and CATS!!

destroy: the objective correlative

mark s, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

Destroy all TS Eliot. Destroy all Sylvia Plath too. Destroy all poetry not about drinking, for that matter.

Nick Southall, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

What about poetry that resulted from drinking but wasn't about drink?

Ned Raggett, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

Ha, that doesn't leave much to destroy then. (Though Sylvia would still probably be out, poor thing.)

Archel, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

search: Edward Gorey's illustrations to "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats"

rosemary, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

his name is an anagram of toilets.

MarkH, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

mark s - surely you of all people can do better than calling thewastelandpome the wasteland rather than

the

waste

land

the pinefox, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

criticism of TSE so far = feeble.

attacks (figurative not literal, sadly) on 15 yearold girls = always doomed to failure (eg on ILx).

TSE = more exciting than Plath I think (save her fiction).

more *detail*, kids!!

the pinefox, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

BUT (apologies to those who proffered good answers) - I do love CATS, I like the Gorey (but his are not my favourite illstrns to that book), and yes, the Nightwood piece is interesting. (I think it's better than the novel itself, unlike DjB fans who think the opposite)

The real question for me is where we stand on the Quartets. The rest sorts itself out fairly straightforwardly - the 4Qs are harder to place.

the pinefox, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock was and is a brilliant poem. The fact that it has become an overexposed 'classic', is taught to 15 year olds by weak teachers, has beeen copied badly for nine decades by bad poets, and generally has become as tiresome a millstone as ever was hung about one's neck should not detract from its achievement.

The Wasteland was and is a joke. It originated as a joke. It never rose above that origin. Profs who teach it straight are silly buggers. It was written to raise a giggle.

The Four Quartets are burdened with unmusical clunkers that go on for eight or ten lines and are unpardonable in any poet. Some passages from them are quite nice.

The difficulty was that Eliot was English poetry's eminence gris when he published them. Critics were prepared to fall all over themselves no matter what claptrap he wrote. Still, they are better than anything Wordsworth published in his last 30 years.

Overall, Eliot is overrated because his output is so meagre. You can be an influential poet one the strength of a few good poems. You can't be a great poet without a great body of work.

Little Nipper, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

Search: The Hollow Men, possibly the most depressing poem ever written. The Waste Land is good too, though it's probably dangerous to ascribe too much literal meaning to it.

Eliot may be overanalysed, but I'd sure rather read him than Pound or Gertrude Stein, for God's sake.

Justyn Dillingham, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

Nipper: I think you make some good points. I agree esp. re. actual smallness of TSE's output.

The

Waste

Land

=

three

words

the pinefox, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

Search:

Prufrock, yes - how he manages to collage things yet still produce something like character cohesion; irony, bathos, lyric

Portrait of a Lady is OK, has its moments. Better search the Preludes, Rhapsody on a Windy Night too. The other v early stuff is not very substantial but worth keeping.

the pinefox, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

Search his work with pound, Four Quaters, The Cocktail party, Death comes to the Arch Bishop
Destrot: The motherfucking cats.

anthony, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

Don't forget poems by doper dilletantes like Kublai Khan. Another one for the shitheap. And get rid of everything written by the true oxymoron, Wordsworth. Better that he had never been born.

Bazooka Joe

2, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

Anthony: surely that's not the Canadian title of MURDER IN THE CATHEDRAL??

Please tell us why you like this, the Quartets, etc.

You are quite right to bring up the drama as part of TSE's oeuvre.

the pinefox, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

I like it because it suggests Elliots most obvious talent-the ability to collate and adapt anceint texts , moce them into a modern and realvent context. The cocktail party although japanese in origin is closer to sarte or beckett for example.

anthony, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

Trying to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure
Because one has only learnt to get the better of words
For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which
One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion. And what there is to conquer
By strength and submission, has already been discovered
Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope
To emulate—but there is no competition—
There is only the fight to recover what has been lost
And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions
That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss.
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.


True dat.

bnw, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

I like it too - which is one reason why I wouldn't, couldn't write off the Quartets at a stroke.

the pinefox, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

the quartets as The Four Quartets fails; but as various bits/passages/ (grooves) it works very well indeed (haha "Eliot az postmodern" beats "Eliot as Modernist" again!). Likewise I can take the head & tail of of Ash Wednesday without rummaging through the entrails.
Agreement with assessment of "Murder In The Cathedral" (some absolutely gorgeous lines - not that that was usually a problem for Eliot, heh), & anthony yr comment on the Cocktail Party will force me to dig it up & read it.
Portrait of a Lady has very few moments but they are BIG moments. (Likewise Gerontion?). I probably give the Sweeney poems too much leeway; never cared for most of the minor early poems (although Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service amuses me; & I hold the first four words of Whispers of Immortality close to my heart (..heh) & also keep Morning At The Window).

Anyone who doesn't like The Waste Land is obviously rubbish. What's yr take(s) on it, Pinefox?

Ess Kay, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

Destroy: "The Anxiety of Influence" essay Search: everything else

Mary, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

Search: The Hollow Men - this poem is the verbal twin of a Giacometti sculpture for me.

lyra in seattle, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

I'm not very familiar with his critical writings. T.S. Eliot was almost a poetic idol to me in junior high. I still think that passages of the "Waste Land" are among the most beautiful poetry I have heard--well, particulaly the first part.

DeRayMi, Monday, 5 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

Gerontion is another tricky topic. It's hard to make sense of, and has its political detractors. But I think it's a Search, for the way he injects such urgency into all those weird borrowed lines (crazy stuff about wielding a cutlass in the heat, let alone the old man in a dry month) -- *re-contextualization* may have been his great poetic skill and insight.

Other views on that poem welcome. The rest of Poems 1920, I say DESTROY.

the pinefox, Tuesday, 6 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

was that where 'not with a bang but with a whimper' originally came from ?

interesting to spot "life is very long" the 'queen is dead' closing warble in there.

piscesboy, Tuesday, 6 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

I believe the line is "not with a bangbus but a whimper"

Andrew L, Tuesday, 6 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

Yes - I have never been sure if that was M's source.

the pinefox, Tuesday, 6 August 2002 00:00 (twenty-two years ago)

eight months pass...
I don't think we ever quite finished with this.

the pinefox, Thursday, 24 April 2003 11:31 (twenty-two years ago)

In Oz we have a 'performance poet' called 'Raymond J Bartholomews' who has done the variety show/cabaret trail for the last 10 or so years, who writes and performs reams and reams of this brilliantly bad poetry with a level of angst that runs off the dial. His rhythms, metaphor and ad-hoc rhyming patterns are a little too reminiscent of The Waste Land or Prufrock for one to take TSE completely seriously after having seen Bartholomews.

Fred Nerk, Thursday, 24 April 2003 12:03 (twenty-two years ago)

I like how he wrote, but not what he thought, necessarily, either pre-conversion or post.

Destroy: his criticism.

g--ff c-nn-n (gcannon), Thursday, 24 April 2003 12:29 (twenty-two years ago)

Hm. I think he was probably 'the greatest critic [in English] of the C20'.

It's strange how there's a Little Nipper on this thread.

the pinefox, Thursday, 24 April 2003 20:58 (twenty-two years ago)

destroy: the objective correlative

just learned about this, destroy it indeed.

ryan, Thursday, 24 April 2003 21:04 (twenty-two years ago)

The poetry he published in his lifetime was mostly good, and there's not that much to pick through, so just go for a collected or selected poems (or works), and make sure it includes "Four Quartets." Otherwise, I don't know, but he's a good enough writer, and has an interesting enough mind, that his criticism is worth reading (not that I've read most of it myself).

Rockist Scientist, Thursday, 24 April 2003 22:07 (twenty-two years ago)

one year passes...
One for the Cozen.

the pomefox, Sunday, 6 June 2004 14:11 (twenty years ago)

Search:

Pierre le Tan's line drawn portrait;

'to make the pentameter, that's the next heave' (or, 'Reflections on Vers Libre');

'The Music of Poetry';

Seamus Heaney's 'Learning from Eliot';

1917-1918, Eliot the Banker;

sparity of output;

The Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock ('When the evening is spread out against the sky/ Like a patient etherised upon a table');

The Waste Land (what kind of joke? Not a funny one);

dress sense (3-piece suit as standard, nice);

'Burnt Norton'; 'East Coker'; 'The Dry Salvages'; 'Little Gidding';

the (almost) one-way relationship with Pound;

Peter Ackroyd's OK ('I suppose') biography;

- by all of which do I mean 'read'?

Destroy:

early ascription to Henry James' myth of 'the European', silly;

his afters;

most of the shorter works (??);

other things, none of which the fault of T.S. Eliot.

cozen (Cozen), Sunday, 6 June 2004 14:45 (twenty years ago)

Is Eliot one of the 40 or so in the A-Team?

Do you like Sylvia Plath, PF?

Why do I like the Quartets?

cozen (Cozen), Sunday, 6 June 2004 14:55 (twenty years ago)

Incidentally - I don't necessarily agree with any of the essays / criticism I recommended you search.

cozen (Cozen), Sunday, 6 June 2004 14:59 (twenty years ago)

Oh, dear!

>>> 'to make the pentameter, that's the next heave' (or, 'Reflections on Vers Libre');

Well, there is that line (EP's?): 'No vers is libre to the man who wants to do a good job'. Possibly true. Possibly.

>>> Seamus Heaney's 'Learning from Eliot';

Not sure about this: TSE seems to me a poor man to hold up as an exemplar, as SH does. I mean, an exemplar of *life*, let alone peotry. And SH is maybe overgenerous as always. But OK, I'll look again.

>>> sparity of output

He was once asked what was good about poetry. Answer: 'Takes up less space'.

But do I agree with your point? I'm not sure I do: I think TSE may have underachieved - have left a rather slight body of work. Counter-argument: some poets - like Heaney - write 'too much'?

>>> his afters;

= ?

>>> most of the shorter works (??);

= ?

>>> Is Eliot one of the 40 or so in the A-Team?

If that means my favourite poets, he has to be - I don't know 40 others. But I like him quite a bit less than once I did. I have been turned off the whole thing somewhat; I find it less exciting than I did; and also I came to feel that he had less to Offer me (cf. that 'Poetic Models' thread).

>>> Do you like Sylvia Plath, PF?

I love Victoria Lucas. I'm not always sure about Sylvia Plath.

>>> Why do I like the Quartets?

They're sonorously, ponderously open to pondering?

the pomefox, Sunday, 6 June 2004 15:14 (twenty years ago)

>> 'sparity of output'

1. 'There is so much to say and shut up about.'

Vs.

2. 'What can be said at all can be said clearly, and what we cannot talk about we must pass over in silence.'

This is not properly a versus and not properly an answer but this is a T.S. Eliot thread.

>> his afters;

>>>> = ?

"The poem was widely imitated by young or aspiring poets."

+

"It became such a plague that the moment the eye encountered, in a newly arrived poem, the words 'stone', 'dust', or 'dry' one reached for the waste-paper basket." (Brian Howard)

This, to be honest, is now (finally?) lost to history as slightly comical residue. (Is it?)

We've agreed on a point like this previously - there are words that exist as over-worn poets' coins. (I think they were the abstract words: 'lack', 'memory', &c.)

Can the influence be felt now in a different, less surface, way?

>> most of the shorter works (??);

>>>> = ?

Well, I haven't read them, see, as each time I go to, by reading the first few lines of each, they bore me into stopping. I should know better and so persist (and so sate my Calvinist glint).

The Heaney essay is interesting (I find his essays interesting; the writing is like an aware, intelligent uncle), mind: 'I don't necessarily agree with any of the essays / criticism I recommended you search.' I'm always copping out.

Search:

The Notes to The Waste Land (I think I get this joke, if it is a joke);

And, this feeling / phenomenon: "The veritable brain-washing, the total preoccupation, the drugged and haunted condition which the new poet produced on some of us... of whom one could find out nothing but that he was poor and unhappy." (Cyril Connolly)

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"A cult of 'The Waste Landers' developed. Peter Quennell read the poem to guests at a Conservative party fete and, in Evelyn Waugh's Brideshead Revisited, the aesthete Anthony Blanche recited it from the window of his college rooms." (Ackroyd)

+

Hehe

+

How silly and seductive and 'serious young man'.

I’m not at all sure why I like the Quartets; I think Buddhism’s ideas are very hard to write well.

cozen (Cozen), Sunday, 6 June 2004 16:05 (twenty years ago)

I like Triumphal March. In fact, I like it so much I'm going to post all of it. Here. Now.

Stone, bronze, stone, steel, stone, oakleaves, horses' heels
Over the paving. And the flags. And the trumpets.
And the flags. And the trumpets. And so many eagles.
How many? Count them. And such a press of people.
We hardly knew ourselves that day, or knew the City.
This is the way to the temple, and we so many crowding the way.
So many waiting, how many waiting? What did it matter,
onsuchaday?
Are they coming? No, not yet. You can see some eagles.
And hear the trumpets.
Here they come. Is he coming?
The natural wakeful life of our Ego is a perceiving.
We can wait with our stools and our sausages.
What comes first? Can you see? Tell us. It is
5,800,000 rifles and carbines
102,000 machine guns
28,000 trench mortars
53,000 field and heavy guns
I cannot tell how many projectiles, mines and fuses,
13,000 aeroplanes
24,000 aeroplane engines,
50,000 ammunition waggons,
now 55,000 army waggons,
11,000 field kitchens
1,150 field bakeries
What a time that took. Will it be now? No,
Those are the golfclub Captains, these the Scouts,
And now the société gymnastique de Poissy
There is he now, look:
There is no interrogation is his eyes
Or in the hands, quiet over the horse's neck,
And the eyes watchful, waiting, perceiving, indifferent.
O hidden under the dove's wing, hidden in the turtle's breast,
Under the palmtree at noon, under the running water
After the still point of the running world. O hidden

Now they go to the temple. Then the sacrifice.
Now come the virgins bearing urns, urns containing
Dust
Dust
Dust of dust, and now
Stone, bronze, stone, steel, stone, oakleaves, horses'heels
Over the paving
That is all we could see. But how many eagles! And how many
trumpets!
(And Easter Day, we didn't get to the country,
So we took young Cyril to church. And they rang a bell
And he said right out loud, crumpets.)
Don't throw away that sausage,
It'll come in handy. He's artful. Please, will you
Give us a light?
Light
Light
Et les soldats faisaient la haie? ILS LA FAISAIENT

MarkH (MarkH), Monday, 7 June 2004 13:09 (twenty years ago)

the book of practical cats is great

Dave Stelfox (Dave Stelfox), Monday, 7 June 2004 13:10 (twenty years ago)

"The poem was widely imitated by young or aspiring poets."

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"It became such a plague that the moment the eye encountered, in a newly arrived poem, the words 'stone', 'dust', or 'dry' one reached for the waste-paper basket." (Brian Howard)

Gee - I always thought it was Edmund Wilson that said that!

>>> This, to be honest, is now (finally?) lost to history as slightly comical residue. (Is it?)

I like it.

>>> We've agreed on a point like this previously - there are words that exist as over-worn poets' coins. (I think they were the abstract words: 'lack', 'memory', &c.)

Oh, yes -- though, was it poets that overused them, or others?

>>> Can the influence be felt now in a different, less surface, way?

It could be. Yes.

>>> The Heaney essay is interesting (I find his essays interesting; the writing is like an aware, intelligent uncle), mind: 'I don't necessarily agree with any of the essays / criticism I recommended you search.' I'm always copping out.

OH! I see - I recommended the Heaney?!

The other story = Auden declaiming the pome from a tower at Oxford?

Auden / Eliot = non-surface connection?

David Peace's GB84 is like TSE occasionally, believe it or not.

the pomefox, Monday, 7 June 2004 13:51 (twenty years ago)

One way to guage whether a dead writer lives is to ask living writers. To the extent that I'm a writer of lyrics, Eliot is very much alive in me. I was blown away by 'Prufrock' at the age of 12. I used to carry a Collected Eliot around in my jacket pocket. And I remember, much, much later, when meeting one of my heroes, Howard Devoto, how we parted on the street at midnight with 'Let us go, then, you and I...' (And how that clinical, cold image of the patient etherised on a table might well still be alive in 'Permafrost' and other cold imaginations.) Michael Bracewell is also completely infused with Eliot.

Eliot, with his amazing range (from Tiresias to the comedy music hall routines of 'He Do The Police In The Different Voices', supposedly the original title for The Waste Land) and fragmented, quoting style, has to count as an honorary proto post-modernist. Il miglior fabbro. (But 'Four Quarets' never meant anything to me. And 'Notes Towards the Definition of Culture' has not dated well.)

Momus (Momus), Monday, 7 June 2004 17:20 (twenty years ago)

an honorary proto post-modernist

I think I endorse a version of what you're saying: but not this one.

the prufox, Monday, 7 June 2004 18:15 (twenty years ago)

an honorary proto post-modernist

So, in other words, a modernist.

Casuistry (Chris P), Monday, 7 June 2004 18:17 (twenty years ago)

He's very good.

cozen (Cozen), Monday, 7 June 2004 18:18 (twenty years ago)

I love "The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock"

"I should have been a pair of ragged claw
scuttling across the floors of silent seas"

Brilliant. As for the Waste Land = Joke thing - doesn't this idea come from Eliot himself? He claimed it was meaningless and didn't understand why people made such a big deal out of it. What do we learn from this? Don't believe what artists say about theit own work, they talk a lot of bollocks. Even if it is meant as a joke (which I really think it isn't), it has meaning to me, to there T!

Kevin Gilchrist (Mr Fusion), Monday, 7 June 2004 18:23 (twenty years ago)

The Lyndall Gordon bio is devastating on that point.

TikTok to the (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Saturday, 4 January 2020 18:13 (five years ago)

To add insult to injury, he remarried in 1957, by which point he was very much finished as a poet anyway.

pomenitul, Saturday, 4 January 2020 18:23 (five years ago)

Now there's an enticing counterfactual.

pomenitul, Saturday, 4 January 2020 18:59 (five years ago)

What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.

pomenitul, Saturday, 4 January 2020 18:59 (five years ago)

that Heaney essay >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> the current round of Eliot/Hale hot takes

Brad C., Saturday, 4 January 2020 19:03 (five years ago)

A competition is underway? News to me.

pomenitul, Saturday, 4 January 2020 19:05 (five years ago)

I had no idea Hale hot takes were going around. He led her on for twenty years and didn't marry her -- this is all known.

TikTok to the (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Saturday, 4 January 2020 19:09 (five years ago)

An archive containing more than 1,100 of his letters to Hale has just been made available at Princeton.

pomenitul, Saturday, 4 January 2020 19:14 (five years ago)

xp

https://www.washingtonpost.com/history/2020/01/03/ts-eliot-defends-himself-grave-after-love-letters-are-released-insisting-i-never-any-time-had-sexual-relations-with-miss-hale/

he was creepy and cruel, in his dry-as-dust way, but this is a tedious argument of insidious intent

Brad C., Saturday, 4 January 2020 19:20 (five years ago)

“Emily Hale would have killed the poet in me; Vivienne nearly was the death of me, but she kept the poet alive,” he writes.

I take it back. He wasn't referring to Valerie at all.

pomenitul, Saturday, 4 January 2020 19:24 (five years ago)

#cancelled

anyway yes that was a great read from heaney

Banáná hÉireann (darraghmac), Saturday, 4 January 2020 19:26 (five years ago)

Tbf there's in a sense in which Eliot has been cancelled for decades now.

pomenitul, Saturday, 4 January 2020 19:27 (five years ago)

yes but the more important one is happening on twitter and itt today iirc

Banáná hÉireann (darraghmac), Saturday, 4 January 2020 19:28 (five years ago)

True, true.

pomenitul, Saturday, 4 January 2020 19:30 (five years ago)

ikr

Brad C., Saturday, 4 January 2020 19:37 (five years ago)

this is a tedious argument of insidious intent

https://media2.giphy.com/media/4ZknCxVm3fBUI7EdpW/giphy.gif

TikTok to the (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Saturday, 4 January 2020 19:40 (five years ago)

:D

pomenitul, Saturday, 4 January 2020 19:41 (five years ago)

It does lead you to an overwhelming question, though.

pomenitul, Saturday, 4 January 2020 19:43 (five years ago)

do I dare to eat a peach?

TikTok to the (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Saturday, 4 January 2020 19:44 (five years ago)

is the Gordon bio entertaining? (an underwhelming question)

Brad C., Saturday, 4 January 2020 19:49 (five years ago)

an overwhelming question...

TikTok to the (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Saturday, 4 January 2020 19:56 (five years ago)

Eliot’s always stuck me as a terrible person. I do love his poetry with an adolescent/undergrad fire.

Bidh boladh a' mhairbh de 'n láimh fhalaimh (dowd), Saturday, 4 January 2020 20:05 (five years ago)

Reading The Waste Land one February afternoon my senior year of high school remains one of the great Newton-apple moments of my reading life, and I'll always love "Preludes," "Portrait of a Lady," and at least two of the Four Quartets.

TikTok to the (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Saturday, 4 January 2020 20:07 (five years ago)

To me, what came out of his newly released statement was his pain and earnestness as a person. Much guilt, much grief - much of it perhaps unnecessary. Perhaps part of him took life too seriously (another part was comic anyway).

I don't know enough about ms Hale to judge further about her or their relationship.

the pinefox, Saturday, 4 January 2020 20:13 (five years ago)

The Gordon and Peter Aykroyd bios made clear that the guilt over what he and Vivienne's mom did to her almost killed him. No wonder he sought God.

TikTok to the (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Saturday, 4 January 2020 20:15 (five years ago)

* Ackroyd

TikTok to the (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Saturday, 4 January 2020 20:15 (five years ago)

Loads of idiots (well three actually but loads, yeah) on my Facebook queuing up to have a go at TSE for his relationships; said idiots meanwhile think Hughes and/or Plath are great

Never changed username before (cardamon), Sunday, 5 January 2020 00:15 (five years ago)

Which is bizarre to me because I mean while the relationships in question with TSE - with Emily, Vivienne and Valerie - are all pretty sketchy, none of these people behave quite as badly as Hughes n Plath

Never changed username before (cardamon), Sunday, 5 January 2020 00:18 (five years ago)

Wait till they hear what Byron did to his own SISTER!!!

pomenitul, Sunday, 5 January 2020 00:19 (five years ago)

There's a whole school of Attitudes to Eliot which obviously have their roots in the person not understanding one of these complicated poems often put in front of as important and you have to show you can get it

I'm sympathetic, but

Never changed username before (cardamon), Sunday, 5 January 2020 00:23 (five years ago)

*Put in front of one by teachers n professors that should be

Never changed username before (cardamon), Sunday, 5 January 2020 00:24 (five years ago)

Loads of idiots (well three actually but loads, yeah) on my Facebook queuing up to have a go at TSE for his relationships

what? on facebook? ok, good but not my experience of facebook!

Good taste, bit Victorian but who isn't? (jed_), Sunday, 5 January 2020 00:32 (five years ago)

Sometimes it pains me to think about all the poet-scamps who've eluded cancellation just because we don't have full, omniscient access to their inner monologues. I yearn for that day.

pomenitul, Sunday, 5 January 2020 00:57 (five years ago)

trying to decide if i'd rather be plagued with poetry hot takes on fb or not

i don't think i'm ever going to care about t.s. eliot, there's no vacancy in my charming but tiny 'bitches from idaho i should care about' b&b

ingredience (map), Sunday, 5 January 2020 01:09 (five years ago)

pound is the one from idaho, although his family moved to new york when he was young

j., Sunday, 5 January 2020 02:10 (five years ago)

Eliot was from East Coker iirc.

pomenitul, Sunday, 5 January 2020 02:19 (five years ago)

eliot was born in st louis

j., Sunday, 5 January 2020 02:24 (five years ago)

I know, I was just making a silly joke about his obsession with his English roots.

pomenitul, Sunday, 5 January 2020 02:27 (five years ago)

i know i just could not let the appearance of his having escaped his american roots stand!!!!

j., Sunday, 5 January 2020 02:35 (five years ago)

not from idaho, still a heaux

ingredience (map), Sunday, 5 January 2020 02:36 (five years ago)

Surely his roots lie somewhere near the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, midway between the US and the UK:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CqvhMeZ2PlY

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.

pomenitul, Sunday, 5 January 2020 02:42 (five years ago)

Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper-tree
In the cool of the day, having fed to satiety
On my legs my heart my liver and that which had been contained
In the hollow round of my skull. And God said
Shall these bones live? shall these
Bones live?

k3vin k., Sunday, 5 January 2020 04:11 (five years ago)

One of my old drunken parlor tricks is to recite the opening lines of "Prufrock" as I heard them in college on vinyl: a wannabe posh Missourian reading in an English accent.

TikTok to the (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Sunday, 5 January 2020 04:33 (five years ago)

^^^ i do this too

difficult listening hour, Sunday, 5 January 2020 08:20 (five years ago)

oh dew not ahhhsk, what is it
let us geaux, and make ahhhhhhh visit

difficult listening hour, Sunday, 5 January 2020 08:23 (five years ago)

All this persuades me that what is to be learned from Eliot is the double-edged nature of poetry reality: first encountered as a strange fact of culture, poetry is internalized over the years until it becomes, as they say, second nature. Poetry that was originally beyond you, generating the need to understand and overcome its strangeness, becomes in the end a familiar path within you, along which your imagination opens pleasurably backwards towards an origin and a seclusion. Your last state is therefore a thousand times better than your first, for the experience of poetry is one that truly deepens and fortifies itself with reenactment.

I could read Heaney on poetry all day. A fantastic piece. Poetry, more than any other art form, is a dialogue between different aspects of the same self - at different times, in different moods.

Another piece of Heaney's I think about often (and is applicable to experience in general, I think) - from the Redress of Poetry - explores a similar metaphor of the spatial within experience and the self:

We go to poetry, we go to literature in general, to be forwarded within ourselves... What is at work in the most original and illuminating poetry is the mind's capacity to conceive a new place of regard for itself, a new scope for its own activity.

Life is a meaningless nightmare of suffering...save string (Chinaski), Sunday, 5 January 2020 12:35 (five years ago)

And I'm stealing 'the poem stood like a geometry in an absence' and will use it as if it's my own.

Life is a meaningless nightmare of suffering...save string (Chinaski), Sunday, 5 January 2020 12:35 (five years ago)

eight months pass...

Rick's, Eliot and #metoo

https://modernismmodernity.org/forums/metoo-modernism

xyzzzz__, Sunday, 4 October 2020 12:26 (four years ago)


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