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TS ELIOT reads THE HOLLOW MEN #tseliot #poetry #history
May 20th, 2012 Tags: TS Eliot gidgetwidget poetry The Hollow Men Video Poetry Reading 20th Century culture
for thine is the kingdom, for thine …
T H E H O L L O W M E N
A penny for the Old Guy
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 death’s other Kingdom
Remember us if at all not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men,
II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s 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 wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s 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 man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this
In death’s 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 death’s 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 o’clock 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.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1kCgr_UQ2Xw
Source archive.org Full Text “Poems 1909 1925”
May 20th, 2012 Tags: The Hollow Men History TS Eliot Poetry Poetry Reading Never Forget 20th Century gidgetwidget™ gidgetwidget image MUST READ MUST LISTEN LEARN SOMETHING culture
The Promise to Make One Feel Good: The Darling
ijaimekingwordsfallfrommymouth:
Don’t you know I love you?
Like the rivers blue and winding
The past brazen far behind me
unzipped until the latter days
The stable’s been painted
The horses groomed
A love, is this love his, is this all for you?
Yes, so true
The wheats been cut, the fire pops
hissing out
the coals too…
May 19th, 2012 Tags: poetry poem flashverse ©2012JK inspiration imagery
#gwIX DEAD EYES #poetry #micropoetry #flashverse
© KHC 2012, GidgetWidget™
May 06th, 2012 Tags: flashverse gidgetwidget™ poetry hashtag micropoetry Twitter tag poem MMXII original work copyright 2012 ©khc2012 DEAD EYES
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LEA SALONGA #perfection — Backstage, sings the refrain, “A Whole New World,” to a (very sleepy/cranky) little girl.
Source:
Broadway Black
May 01st, 2012 Tags: theatre lea salonga music awesome poetry gidgetwidget Magic
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IF
By Rudyard Kipling
Read By Dennis Hopper, New Orleans, 1976
April 19th, 2012 Tags: IF Rudyard Kipling Poetry Live Performance
awesomepeoplehangingouttogether:
Winston Churchill and his family with Charlie Chaplin
Winston Churchill and his family with Charlie Chaplin
March 30th, 2012 Tags: epic image poetry history CHURCHILL! I LOVE WINNIE! submission
Podcast #19110680892
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March 11th, 2012 Tags: DJBreitbart Poetry The Cremation Of Sam McGee Robert Service USA Spin That Shit RAWK
#RETROSPECT #POETRY #PHOTOGRAPHY ©KHC 1999, 2012, GidgetWidget™
January 25th, 2012 Tags: photography poetry GidgetWidget™ image life verse memory dreams illusion ©KHC original work
That Is Our Lady
she is in the shadows that nobody sees
beneath the eyesight and in a corner in home long forgotten
i would not say that she wanders
she is worth enough despite the guarantee for payoff
she stays where it is warmer
whether it be her mind or the draft in the corner
and she will forgive, since forgiveness lives infinitely inside her
no regret
as the shadows cross her familiar face
and how we forget
in shadow frame the time away
and try to recognize the day
light breaks through the window
home can be so little
bits and pieces of the string
tied by the knots of fingers
holding on to something
©KHC 2007
January 21st, 2012 Tags: poetry feminine sketch poetry gidgetwidget™ gidgetwidget feminism afeminism sucks
I get scared because I’m alone, not because you aren’t here. I get scared because the night is lonely and things like love get lost in the darkness. Someday, my child will be scared of love, pained by love, and I’ll tell her the story of you, my first love. I’ll tell her how you shredded my insides, and blew my faith to pieces. But i’ll tell her that I thank you, because these lessons in pain are lessons i had to learn. My skin needed to learn to grow armor in place of softness.
January 20th, 2012 Tags: writing prose poetry life millennials
I hope all will be well. We must be patient: but I
cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him
i’ the cold ground. My brother shall know of it:
and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my
coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies;
good night, good night.
Ophelia’s last words to King Claudius and Queen Gertrude. She is then escorted out by Horatio. We do not see her alive again.
I hope all will be well. We must be patient: but I
cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay him
i’ the cold ground. My brother shall know of it:
and so I thank you for your good counsel. Come, my
coach! Good night, ladies; good night, sweet ladies;
good night, good night.
January 15th, 2012 Tags: Shakespeare Hamlet Ophelia Illustration Quote Shakesketch Gidgetwidget™ Gidgetwidget Poetry Graphic Design
WASHED AWAY
This is for my dear like-a-cut
MUSIC AND POETRY celebrate life! Even when it sucks…..
WE ARE NOT LOST AND WON’T BE WASHED AWAY
UNLESS SOMEONE GETS AWAY WITH IT….
( If any apocalypse happens in 2012, it better be for karmically challenged people making us look doomed. Meanwhile, I will happily join the angels in the sky.)
People out there judging other people, trying to hold them down and what’s the result?
They make angels fall from grace. They peel their wings off like a baby with a butterfly.
We can’t hear the whispers over the cacophony. We need to see. We need to HEAR:
January 13th, 2012 Tags: Music Original Song Live Recording Poetry Culture Life Election MMXII Millennials Media Boobies
The Semaphore Anthology: Memory is Defined by What We Forget
The face of the girl on the bus. The smell of ripe peaches
rotting on wet grass. Asphalt shredding skin
on a knee fallen from a wobbling bicycle.
Products on random aisles in the supermarket.
Pages of math problems. Waffles for breakfast
three years ago Sunday. Every person
who ever passed you on the street stepping aside
January 07th, 2012 Tags: poetry memory Valerie Valdes
HYSTERIA
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for a squad-drill. I was drawn in by the short gasps, inhaled in each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked table cloth, saying: ‘If the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden…’
I decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end.
T.S. Eliot, from ”Prufrock and Other Observations”
And yes it’s my adorable little pocket publication of Eliot…which I have carried with me since before graduating high school.
FUNCTIONAL STUFF PEOPLE! FUNCTION!
January 06th, 2012 Tags: poetry TS ELIOT Hysteria culture step-and-repeat
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