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The Waste Land Read & download ☆ 107 Í The text of Eliot's 1922 masterpiece is accompanied by thorough explanatory annotations as well as by Eliot's own knotty notes some of which reuire annotation themselvesFor ease of reading this Norton Critical Edition presents The Waste Land as it first appeared in the American edition Boni Liveright witThe text of Eliot's 1922 masterpiece is accompanied by thorough explanatory annotations as well as by Eliot's own knotty notes some of which reuire annotation themselvesFor ease of reading this Norton Critical Edition presents The Waste Land as it first appeared in the American edition Boni Liveright with Eliot's notes at the end Contexts p. You know one of the greatest poems of the 20th century and that kind of thing I must know a fair amount of it by heart Here's a story about The Waste Land that some people may find amusing Many years ago when I was an undergraduate in Cambridge a friend of mine asked me for advice on how to impress female Eng Lit majors Well I said you could do worse than use The Waste Land Just memorise a few lines and you'll probably be able to bluff successfullyWe did some rehearsals and eventually agreed on the following script He would start off by uoting the first few linesApril is the cruellest month breeding Lilacs out of the dead land mixing Memory and desire stirring Dull roots with spring rainAnd then he would say But that's not my favourite bit and uote the followingWhat are the roots that clutch what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish Son of man You cannot say or guessHe tried it out a couple of times and it worked Female Eng Lit majors I apologise for assisting with this deception It wasn't very nice of me

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Olf Gilbert Seldes Edmund Wilson Elinor Wylie Conrad Aiken Charles Powell Gorham Munson Malcolm Cowley Ralph Ellison John Crowe Ransom I A Richards F R Leavis Cleanth Brooks Del Schwartz Denis Donoghue Robert Langbaum Marianne Thormählen A D Moody Ronald Bush Maud Ellman and Tim Armstrong A Chronology and Selected Bibliography are included. I read a lot of poems as an English major back in the day Not many have stuck with me over the years but The Waste Land is one of them TS Eliot's lamentation of the spiritual drought in our day the waste land of our Western society lightened by a few fleeting glimpses of hope It's fragmented haunting laden with symbolism and allusions and utterly brilliant A diverse cast of characters take turns narrating the poem or having their conversations overheard by the narrator including✍ a Lithuanian countess reminiscing about her childhood and life I read much of the night and go south in the winter✍ a prophetic voice like Ezekiel examining the barrenness of civilization Son of man You cannot say or guess for you know only A heap of broken images where the sun beats And the dead tree gives no shelter ✍ Madame Sosostris a famous but fake clairvoyant telling a fortune with tarot cards I do not find the Hanged Man Fear death by water I see crowds of people walking round in a ring Thank you✍ a bored woman of leisure talking to her husband who answers in his mind What are you thinking of What thinking What I never know what you are thinking Think I think we are in rats' alley Where the dead men lost their bones✍ Two women talking in a bar about sex and abortion Now Albert's coming back make yourself a bit smart He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you To get yourself some teeth and many Those are just the main ones in the first two of five sections Symbols of drought and fertility spiritual waste and renewal surface and resurface showing a different facet each time I'd forgotten that the Holy Grail cup and Holy Lance spear doubled as a nifty set of femalemale sexual symbolsThis is a poem that deserves to be read taken apart and studied and then simply read again and appreciatedThese fragments I have shored against my ruinsI still have my 2600 page The Norton Anthology of English Literature which has extensive analysis and footnotes It also has my helpful handwritten margin notes from 30 years ago written in the most amazingly lovely minuscule handwriting imaginable seriously the letters are about a half a millimeter high that I could never in a million years recreate now

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The Waste LandRovides readers with invaluable materials on The Waste Land's sources composition and publication history Criticism traces the poem's reception with twenty five reviews and essays from first reactions through the end of the twentieth century Included are reviews published in the Times Literary Supplement along with selections by Virginia Wo. April is the cruellest month breedingLilacs out of the dead land mixingMemory and desire stirringDull roots with spring rain The above mentioned lines mark one of the most profound onsets in the history of modernist literature; and perhaps with eruption of the highly dense heart pounding effusion a magical spell envelops the reader who would be kept shifting between time and space embark and decay of civilization prophecy and satire philosophy and faith life and death throughout the mind clouding breath taking journey of around 433 lines; of which some can stand on their own alone protruding their beings through the undulations of nothingness The ghostly but spectral voyage starts with The burial of dead takes one along through the graveyards stony mystical landscapes to hyacinth gardens up to the magical but heart poundings scenes exuded out of mystery of tarot cards At times one might feel lost as if something unknown but with mighty prowess is carrying one to nowhere but then a sudden clout strikes your consciousness with a colossal impact you are taken aback by sudden surge of the intensity as you come to Unreal City; and out of nowhere death strikes you Dante' s Inferno emerges out of cloud of your memory You are taken through threads of life emerging out from dead The game of black and white suares arranged in an alternate manner to give a checkered impression brings you to the stark absurdity of life the change of Philomel embodies the absurdness prevailed in the life of Philomel which who has been transformed by gods but as a compensation and who cries her heart out of agony yet the world is so deaf and insensitive to her anguish that it occurs a heart rending song to it You are blown further on gust of wind towards a nether world where the most potent uestions but disguised under the sheath of ignorance or perhaps incompetence surge up by opening grand ferocious arms from the depth of being and nothingness The idea of The Waste Land perhaps seems to be sprouted out of modern problems—the war industrialization abortion urban life—which the poet addresses in it and at the same time to participate in a literary tradition Eliot once famously wrote his friend Conrad Akein ''It's interesting to cut yourself to pieces once in a while and wait to see if the fragments will sprout the imagination of Eliot resembles the decaying land that is the subject of the poem nothing seems to take root among the stony rubbish left behind by old poems and scraps of popular culture As the other poems of Eliot are The Waste Land is highly symbolic and extensively use allusions uotations in several languages a variety of verse forms and a collage of poetic fragments to create the sense of speaking for an entire culture in crisis It's a poem of radical doubt and negation urging that every human desire be stilled except the desire for self surrender for restraint and for peace The poets has blend satire and absurdity so well that it looks probably a superhuman task to determine whether the use of some themes rhymes in way which cajoles a seemingly comic effect is deliberate or accidental as surfaces up The poem is uite meticulously but effortlessly written in fragments not like traditional verses which would give altogether different effects to the reader when they are read in fragments or in entirely The poem concludes with a rapid series of allusive literary fragments seven of the last eight lines are uotations As one moves through these uotations it might occur as if the poem becomes conscious of itself the being of the poem emanates from the verbose kingdom of words and the poem itself stands in front of the reader staring straight into the eyes of reader; and a sudden shiver runs through his her spine to realize what has just traverses through the scanner of 'conscious' eyes I sat upon the shoreFishing with the arid plain behind meShall I at least set my lands in orderLondon Bridge in falling down falling down falling downPoi s'ascose mel foco che gil affinauando fiam uti chelidon O swallow swallowLe Prince d'Acuitane a la tour abolieThese fragments I have shored against my ruinsWhy then Ile fir you Hieronymo's mad againeDatta Dayadhvam Damyata Shantih shantih shantih It's a great achievement in modernist art but one needs to be patient to truly feel the shivers of its magical existence; as it's a characteristic of modernism the appreciation of the poem demands devotional labor as well as a sympathetic imagination Beneath these meticulously crafted poetics lay assumptions about art that were curiously religious and that fostered theories of poetry as a liturgy for the electExcerptsThe Burial of Dead Your arms full and your hair wet I could notSpeak and my eyes failed I was neitherLiving or dead and I knew nothingLooking into the heart of light the silenceO'ed und leer das MeerUnreal CityUnder the brown fog of a winter dawn A crowd flowed over London Bridge so manyI had not thought death had undone so manySighs short and infreuent were exhaledAnd each man fixed his eyes before his feet WHAT THE THUNDER SAID Who is the third who walks always beside youWhen I count there are only you and I togetherBut when I look ahead up the white roadThere is always another one walking beside youGilding wrapt in a brown mantle hoodedI do not know whether a man or a woman But who is that on the other side of youDatta what have we givenMy friend blood shaking my heartThe awful dancing of a moment's surrenderWhich an age of prudence can never retractBy this and this only we have existed