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Makes sense. I was wholly intrigued.
Thanks,
CR

On Thursday, October 1, 2015, Carrol Cox <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

> The Hollow Men has always been a bore for me -- but Vendler's  commentary
> makes me rethink it. What  do others think?
>
> Here is that part of her review:
>
>
> Self-definition by trade or profession is expressed with such sarcasm by
> Eliot because there exists no worldly trade-name for a poet. The poet-or at
> least this poet-is a hollow man, having neither a commercial profession nor
> a religious vocation, balked of both. Once The Waste Land had been
> completed, and the broken self was evacuated, Eliot writes his own
> (collective) epitaph:
>
> We are the hollow men
> We are the stuffed men
> Leaning together
> Headpiece filled with straw,
> Alas! Our dried voices, when
> We whisper together
> Are quiet and meaningless
> As wind in dry grass
> Or rats' feet over broken glass
> In our dry cellar
>
> Paralyzed, the hollow men cannot actualize any potential, sexual or
> creative; their every effort is blocked, their very lines falter:
>
> Between the desire
> And the spasm
> Between the potency
> And the existence
> Between the essence
> And the descent
> Falls the Shadow.
>
> The voice falls silent after a futile attempt to finish the Lord's Prayer,
> breaking up in static as it utters its final whimper:
>
> For thine is
> Life is
> For
> Thine is the
>
> Beneath Eliot's letters in the second volume-so preoccupied with journalism
> on the left and marital horror on the right-one hears the hollow men's
> meaningless whispers. Eliot is heading toward religion, but is unable as
> yet
> to carry a religious utterance through to finality. In a letter in 1925 to
> Herbert Read, Eliot sets out the dangers of pursuing a religious identity:
>
> Of course the religious difficulty is the great one and it is impossible to
> tell what one's solution will be....
>