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I have enjoyed it all CR.
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From:
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Sent: Wednesday, May 09, 2012 11:02
PM
Subject: Re: Objective Correlative in
Eliot's Poetry (was Re: OT - Chapel Perilous)
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Objective Correlative and the Articulation of Vision
"The
hint half guessed, the gift half understood" is the vision --
"heard,
half-heard, in the stillness / Between two waves of the sea."
And it
is through the objective correlative that it finds
articulation.
And on that note I hope to conclude the
inconclusible.
Thanks,
CR |
From: Chokh Raj
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Subject: Re:
Objective Correlative in Eliot's Poetry (was Re: OT - Chapel Perilous)
Sent: Wed, May 9, 2012
7:18:43 PM
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Objective Correlative and the Articulation of Vision
"the unattended
Moment, the moment in and out of
time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The
wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or
music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all"
"These are only hints and guesses,
Hints followed by
guesses;"
"The hint half guessed, the gift half understood"
is Objective Correlative.
CR |
From: Chokh Raj
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Subject: Re:
Objective Correlative in Eliot's Poetry (was Re: OT - Chapel Perilous)
Sent: Wed, May 9, 2012
2:19:08 PM
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"And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse
steams and stamps.
And then the lighting of the
lamps."
"If the street were time and he at the
end of the street"
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Objective Correlative
and the Timless Moments, the Epiphanical
Moments:
Sudden in a shaft of sunlight
Even while
the dust moves
There rises the hidden laughter
Of
children in the foliage
Whisper of running streams,
and winter lightning.
The wild thyme unseen and the wild
strawberry,
The laughter in the garden, echoed
ecstasy
Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the
agony
Of death and birth.
After the kingfisher's
wing
Has answered light to light, and is silent, the
light is still
At the still point of the turning
world.
Time past and time future
Allow but
a little consciousness.
To be conscious is not to be in
time
But only in time can the moment in the
rose-garden,
The moment in the arbour where the rain
beat,
The moment in the draughty church at
smokefall
Be remembered; involved with past and
future.
Only through time time is
conquered.
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Intimations of
Immortality.
CR |
From: Chokh Raj
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Subject:
Fw: Objective Correlative in Eliot's Poetry (was Re: OT -
Chapel Perilous)
Sent: Tue, May 8, 2012
4:40:17 AM
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GERONTION
"In the juvescence of the year
Came Christ the tiger."
"In
depraved May, dogwood and chestnut, flowering judas,
To be eaten, to be divided, to be drunk
Among
whispers; by Mr. Silvero
With caressing hands, at
Limoges
Who walked all night in the next room;
By
Hakagawa, bowing among the Titians;
By Madame de
Tornquist, in the dark room
Shifting the candles;
Fraulein von Kulp
Who turned in the hall, one hand
on the door. Vacant shuttles
Weave the wind. I
have no ghosts,
An
old man in a draughty house
Under a windy knob."
"The tiger springs in the new year. Us
he devours."
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Asserting an 'absolute'
meaning.
CR
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From: Chokh
Raj <[log in to unmask]>;
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Subject: Re: Objective Correlative
in Eliot's Poetry (was Re: OT - Chapel Perilous)
Sent: Mon,
May 7, 2012 8:02:10 PM
"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."
"Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men."
The evocation, as it were, is mantric.
CR
''which
shall be the formula of
that particular
emotion''
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"Son of
man,
You cannot say, or
guess, for you know only
A heap of
broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter,
the cricket no relief,
And the dry
stone no sound of water."
"O City
City, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower
Thames Street,
The
pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from
within
Where fishmen lounge at
noon: where the walls
Of Magnus
Martyr hold
Inexplicable
splendour of Ionian white and gold."
This elephant
bounces quite gracefully, Peter.
And it takes off
too!
CR |
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