An authentic, first-hand, close encounter with Eliot's art.

--- On Mon, 11/22/10, David Boyd <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

I may well have extracted this link from a prior post, but in case not :- 
On 22 November 2010 17:29, Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

'The Hollow Men', as we experienced, is a symphony that keeps resonating. 
As Wordsworth wrote, "The music in my heart I bore / Long after it was heard no more."
With Eliot, poetry is music, first and last.

--- On Sun, 11/21/10, Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

The Hollow Men

--- On Tue, 11/16/10, Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

The power of T. S. Eliot
Seamus Heaney
an excerpt:
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 the voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star
[W]hat is to be learned from Eliot is the double-edged nature of poetry reality: first encountered as a strange fact of culture, poetry is internalized over the years until it becomes, as they say, second nature. Poetry that was originally beyond you, generating the need to understand and overcome its strangeness, becomes in the end a familiar path within you, along with your imagination opens pleasurably backwards towards an origin and a seclusion. Your last state is therefore a thousand times better than your first, for the experience of poetry is one that truly deepens and fortifies itself with reenactment.
I now know, for example, that I love the lines quoted above because of the pitch of their music, their nerve-end tremulousness, their treble back-echo in the helix of the ear. Even so, I cannot with my voice make the physical sound that would be the equivalent of what I hear on my inner ear; and the ability to acknowledge that very knowledge, the confidence to affirm that there is a reality to poetry that is unspeakable and for that very reason all the more piercing, that ability and that confidence are largely based upon a reading of Eliot.