Just exactly what is this gibberish about? What is the fantsized
resemblance between a house, whether dripping or not, and a beggar? An
how does a beggar's appearance reveal whether he/she has any unpaid
debts. If this is supposed to be poetry, it belongs in The Stuffed Owl
(an anthology of bad verse). And why are you spamming the list with
fragments of nonsense that not only are off topic to Eliot but are off
topic to any conceible conversation among intelligent adultws?
What is poetic about this ramble, and on what is it a reflection? Why
is it hilarious? What is the underside of urban modernity, and what is
the difference between "urban" modernity and just plain modernity?
Eliot wrote abut cities. I'll be damned, but so did Eddie Guest. By your
logic of connecting any two things, this makes Eliot the same kind of
poet as Eddie Guest. And if that is the case, why are we bothering with
Eliot in the first place.
Or do you think that It takes a heap o' living to make a house a home is
a profound reflection on urban life also. Pardon me, urban MODERNITY.
Is that the peg on which this nothingness is hhung? Eliot was a modertn.
Cities are modern. Eliot wrote abut cities. Gee. Profound.
Chokh Raj wrote:
> "The dripping plastered houses stand
> Like mendicants without regrets
> For unpaid debts
> Hand in pocket, undecided,
> Indifferent if derided."
> -'Fourth Caprice in Montparnasse', IMH
> "[the] underside of urban modernity" - Vincent Sherry, 'A Companion to T.S. Eliot' edited by David E. Chinitz, pp. 92-93
> a hilarious image