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Ken Armstrong wrote:
>
>Just curious how our expectations in poems that start with the cruelest
>month and a patient etherized upon a table are raised?

>Just curious how our expectations in poems that start with the cruelest
>month and a patient etherized upon a table are raised?

Prufrock starts out high:
   Let us go then, you and I,
   When the evening is spread out against the sky 
To drop with:
   Like a patient etherised upon a table; 
A few lines follow to lead us to an overwhelming question,
a raising of expectations, to a drop with:
   Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
   Let us go and make our visit.

Likewise there is are risings and fallings in the typist SECTION
of TWL:
   The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
   Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
   Out of the window perilously spread
   Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,
   On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
   Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
   I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
   Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--
   I too awaited the expected guest.
   He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
   A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
   One of the low on whom assurance sits
   As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.

Regards,
   Rick Parker





On Mon, 19 Apr 2010 08:09:08 -0400, Ken Armstrong <[log in to unmask]>
wrote:

>Rickard A. Parker wrote:
>> This actually made me think of the typist scene in TWL where Eliot
>> would constantly lead us to expect something good only to drop us
>> down.
>
>Just curious how our expectations in poems that start with the cruelest
>month and a patient etherized upon a table are raised?
>
>Ken A
>
>> For example, the expected guest ends up being a pimpled
>> young man.  Here in the LSJAP passage we are dropped and kicked.
>> The overwhelming question is not brought up and our attention is
>> diverted elsewhere.
>>
>> This isn't discussing the image like CR is expecting though.  Maybe
>> it's a bit like drop-kicking the post.
>>
>> Regards,
>>     Rick Parker
>>
>>
>>
>>> The poet chooses to elucidate the image� of Saint Apollinaire En Class in
>>> 'Lune de Miel'.� One would love to explore more of such� images as are
>>> described at some length. Here is another :
>>> �
>>> � � � � � � � �  "certain half-deserted streets,�
>>> The muttering retreats� � � � � � � �
>>> Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels�
>>> And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:�
>>> Streets that follow like a tedious argument�
>>> Of insidious intent�
>>> To lead you to an overwhelming question …"
>>> �
>>> The amount of pain the� poet took to elaborate on them underscores
>>> their� crucial nature apropos the implicit/explicit design of his poetry.
>>> �
>>> Regards,
>>> � CR
>>>
>>
>>