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Tyler Durden Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-08-07 09:08 AM
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T.S. Elliot was right.
The Hollow Men
T. S. Eliot

I

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

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to deaths other Kingdom
Remember usif at allnot as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In deaths dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the winds singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In deaths dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rats coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead mans hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In deaths other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of deaths twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five oclock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

From The Hollow Men | 1925
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Demeter Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-08-07 09:09 AM
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1. Such a Cheerful Man n/t
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zanne Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-08-07 09:13 AM
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4. Yes, but his poetry is the best of the best.
Beautiful, haunting and so true it almost breaks my heart to read it.
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Perky Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-08-07 09:10 AM
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2. as soon as I saw the subject I knew it would be a Hollow Men reference
Edited on Fri Jun-08-07 09:10 AM by Perky
So who are you referring to?
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Tyler Durden Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-08-07 09:12 AM
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3. I just read one too many GS8/Paris/slave theme prom/you name it posts.
then thinking about Kef, and Monkeyman, Nostamj, Andy....

Just got to be a little too much.

Maybe like Whitman, the war has become a little too much, and I must go home for a while.
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Tyler Durden Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-08-07 09:17 AM
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5. "Atlanta Council Wants Free Speech Zones to RESTRICT Public Protests"
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Tyler Durden Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-08-07 09:19 AM
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6. "School's prom/graduation ceremony had a slavery theme"
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Tyler Durden Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-08-07 09:21 AM
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7. "Priests Face Prison for Exposing Torture in Arizona"
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KansDem Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-08-07 09:22 AM
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8. Good choice, TD. Here's another Eliot excerpt for the times...
Part IV of "The Waste Land"

IV. Death by Water

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.

A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passes the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.

Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

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Tyler Durden Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-08-07 09:27 AM
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10. And the Bard speaks:
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings:
How some have been deposed; some slain in war;
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
Some poison'd by their wives; some sleeping kill'd;
All murder'd: for within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king
Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits,
Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,
Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks,
Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
As if this flesh which walls about our life
Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus
Comes at the last and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!

Richard III
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Tyler Durden Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-08-07 09:23 AM
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9. What struck me was this: I could do this all day without stopping.
The madness is overwhelming me. You know, I took enough psychedelics to get the whole party stoned many times over, and I NEVER halucinated ANYTHING as horrifying as where we have gone in this country today...

and it seems like we (and not all of us, mind you) are the only ones who see it.
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