On T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land"
FinsburyParkCarrots
Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
The gist of what I think he meant
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For this, a reason have I found:
The crap was penned by Ezra £
Was only 0.5%
For this, a reason have I found:
The crap was penned by Ezra £
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my absolutely best laugh of the day. so, you're a "pound"-er?
(sarcastic snickering...)
work haunting and beautiful. I've read it more times than I can count,
and I still don't feel like I understand alot of it. I studied it in college and
didn't like it until years later. If I remember correctly, Ezra Pound served
mostly as an editor, who Eliot thanks in the beginning, calling him
"the better craftsman."
Try reading it on several cups of coffee or an ephedrene tablet, or even
Coke(not "a-cola.") Read it out loud. Read it on the first day of April, the
middle of the Summer, and the dead of Winter....
--P. Farrell
I've written long papers on Eliot; I've studied Eliot so much and "The Waste Land" in particular, over and over since about 1990, that I was really only taking the piss out of myself for being a self-proclaimed expert!
"hypocrite lecteur".....c'est moi!
Okey Doke. I'm pretty new on this poetry & art forum. Eliot's my favorite
poet. Just don't eat too many peaches.
--P. Farrell
don't be surprised that it's for you
and one day,
if come and stay awhile
talking their reddish seaweed
dreams, delving
into Titian or some artist new
and into the drizzled night of cats
more orange misted then
the smoke that purrs
up star-sleeked alleyways
yes there will be time
and time again
for tantalizing indecisions
grand presumptions and
revisions
a time for polishing claws
and old-dog tricks
the flickering crises
while taking your jam--
do you dare, do you dare
when even the hesitations
are desire
taste the apricot slowly
Talking of Vedderangelo
ttle, pearl-glad symphonies reefed with trees
...
til Eddie's voice wakes us, and we (verb of choice)
****
psps we say oranges and instantly..=me, dyao'sfriend
carrots fresh from the wild mind, mixing
Mashed potatos and desire, stirring
Broccolli shoots with pepper rain.
Merlot kept us warm, covering
Nights in forgetful glows, feeding
A lot of life to the Pearl Jam message pit....
A-pearl necklace is the coolest someth :eek:
You musta gotta lotta shot ta shoot dat stringa pearls, earl
EP
I gotta lotta shot that did shoot, if it warn't around me neck, it'd be upon me patoot, woot
That they don't see me quite as much these days
Just say a woman dancing in the sun
Makes my loose words and finger tapestries
And I'm just wishing for a merchant ivory smile
I'm just living for a merchant ivory smile
She paints a Turkish king and spider queen
She paints a palace bird that flies outside
She paints a night of sleepy bottle green
She paints a dance of angels in the shade
And I'm here dreaming of a merchant ivory smile
I'm here learning from a merchant ivory smile
(Covespool waters web me
Lead me to her call
If I had ten beginnings
I'd choose this one from all.....)
She's like someone who lived here long ago
She's like someone you'd think had never been
She lets me count the colours I've to know
She lets me see the magic that she's seen
And I'm here living
for a merchant ivory smile
I'm here living
for a merchant ivory smile
I'm just wishing
for a merchant ivory smile
I'm existing
for a merchant ivory smile.
(read: wow) ....CarrotKing
spinner debonairio...
girl here does best imitation
of ivory smile (where's me colgate, captain)
Hey
have an all-encompassing grand time
transcending....
ciao, cassiopeia
"The place you have left is rocking, into the lines of crystal
You take your warm palpitating heart."
--Czeslaw Milosz, "Ode to a Bird"