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In the age of relativity, ALL things are related.
 
Cheers,
Peter
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From: [log in to unmask] href="mailto:[log in to unmask]">Chokh Raj
To: [log in to unmask] href="mailto:[log in to unmask]">[log in to unmask]
Sent: Tuesday, July 24, 2007 12:07 PM
Subject: Re: Rewrite The Waste Land

But with Eliot, there're the signposts -- signposts of an absolute and
objective truth -- that direct the course a reader's interpretation:
 
                                              Only
There is shadow under this red rock
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
 
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable splendor of Ionian white and gold.
 
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
O Lord Thou pluckest                                               

He who was living is now dead
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
.          .          .          .          .          .
In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
Bringing rain
 
Da. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
Shantih shantih shantih
 
Regards,
 
CR


Diana Manister <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
CR wrote:
A postmodern poem, on the other hand, constructs a subjective picture of reality and provides a subjective center to order it.
 
CR, generally speaking I think this is true of the modernist poem. The postmodern poem is polyvocal, with no focalizing narrator or author around which fragments cohere. In Language Poetry, the reader's subjectivity is the organizer -- this is the so-called "death of the author" or the making of the reader into the text's author. Best, Diana


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