#ts eliot
Very interesting to me that T. S. Eliot is often quoted as saying “Good poets borrow. Great poets steal.” When in fact what he actually said was “One of the surest of tests is the way in which a poet borrows. Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different. The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different from that from which it was torn; the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion. A good poet will usually borrow from authors remote in time, or alien in language, or diverse in interest.” Which of course has a completely different meaning, less “All the greats plagiarize,” and more “Completely original ideas are a fantasy; the originality lies in how you weave an idea that has been previously woven differently.”
The dripping blood our only drink,
The bloody flesh our only food:
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood–
Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.
T.S. Eliot
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
T.S. Eliot
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
~ T. S. Eliot
Little Gidding
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
~ T. S. Eliot
Little Gidding
April Is The Cruellest Month - T. S. Eliot reads from his poem The Waste Land
April Is The Cruellest Month - T. S. Eliot reads from his poem The Waste Land
A Handful Of Dust - T. S. Eliot reads from his poem The Waste Land
A Handful Of Dust - T. S. Eliot reads from his poem The Waste Land
A Handful Of Dust - From The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot - Read by Eileen Atkins
A Handful Of Dust - From The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot - Read by Eileen Atkins
by T. S. Eliot
What’s it about?
It’s a long, modernist poem in five parts tracking man’s place (or lack thereof) through history and literature.
Modernist?
That basically means it doesn’t rhyme or have a fixed metre.
Don’t we call that “prose”?
I’m not getting into that. The poem is a series of references to classical and not-so-classical literature and songs expressed as various people from different time periods making prophecies and jokes.
Although if you’ve read Game of Thrones and you can’t handle a complicated series of interwoven narratives from different times and places, you should present yourself to the relevant authorities at first light.
That sounds complicated.
If you think that’s complicated, wait until you read the series of notes he wrote to “explain” all the imagery. They’re so abstruse that he might have written them specifically to mock the sort of people who look at a piece of art and ask, “Yes, but what does it mean?”
What should I say to make people think I’ve read it?
“How can a poem be so full yet broadcast so much emptiness?”
What should I avoid saying when trying to convince people I’ve read it?
“My April didn’t go to badly.”
Should I actually read it?
Yes. It’s a barrage of images and voices that you may not have experienced before, and that’s never a waste of time.
Had a brilliant day at Charleston Festival @CharlestonTrust watching and listening to Benedict Cumberbatch and the Britten Sinfonia perform TS Eliot’s The Waste Land, as well as enjoying the beautiful gardens.
“A joy to be performing with Benedict Cumberbatch today (during a performance of T. S. Eliot’s ‘The Waste Land’). His voice is as flexible and beautiful as a Strad cello.”x
t.s. eliot, from burnt norton (1936) / ralf parland, from eolita(1956)
“Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.”— T.S. Eliot
That’s can be the hard part, is it not
Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σίβυλλα τί θέλεις; respondebat illa: ἀποθανεῖν θέλω.
For with my own eyes I saw the Sibyl swinging in her bottle, and when the boys asked her, “Sibyl, what do you want?”, she replied, “I want to die.”
Sound up. TikTok’s text-to-speech function can’t handle T.S. Eliot.