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T.S. Eliot (1888-1965), American-British poet and literary critic, author of Prufrock and Other Observations (1917) won numerous awards and honours in his lifetime, including the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1948. His early and experimental poetical works depict a bleak and barren soullessness, often in spare yet finely crafted modern verse;
LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through 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 …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
--from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
Another of his famous and oft-quoted works, The Waste Land (1922) deals with dark and haunting themes of individual consciousness and spiritual desolation against the decline of civilisation. Conrad's Heart of Darkness comes to mind as Eliot innovatively rejects traditional Romantic ideals through allusion and symbolism. From the first line "April is the cruellest month.." to the last "Shantih shantih shantih" we can intuit the dramatic scope and evolution of Eliot's own life in the Biblical, cultural, historical, and literary references that helped shape one of the 20th century's most profound figures in literature.
Thomas Stearns Eliot was born 26 September 1888 in St. Louis, Missouri, the son of Charlotte Stearns and Henry Ware Eliot. He attended Harvard University before studying philosophy at the Sorbonne in Paris, earning a B.A. and M.A. in English Literature. In 1914 he settled in England and worked as a schoolmaster and eventually met and became friends with many popular writers of the time including Ezra Pound. In 1915 he married Vivien Haigh Wood (they would separate in 1933). Around the time he was working with Lloyds Bank of London he also started editing the Egoist (1917–1919). Soon after he was publishing his own quarterly literary journal Criterion which would become one of the most acclaimed publications of the genre.
In 1925, busy working with the publishing house Faber and Faber he also continued to write many poems and essays. In 1927 he entered the Anglican church and became a British subject. He also wrote many plays including The Rock: A Pageant Play (1934); Murder in the Cathedral (1935); The Family Reunion (1939); The Cocktail Party (1950); The Confidential Clerk (1954); and The Elder Statesman (1959). In 1957 he married Valerie Fletcher. Collections of his plays include; Poems (1920); Poems 1909-1925 (1925); Ash Wednesday (1930); Four Quartets (1935–42); On Poetry and Poets (1957); Collected Poems 1909-1962 (1963).
Eliot's vast collection of critical works include; The Sacred Wood (1920); For Lancelot Andrewes (1928); Selected Essays, 1917–32 (1932); The Use of Poetry and the Use of Criticism (1933); After Strange Gods (1934); Elizabethan Essays (1934); Essays Ancient and Modern (1936); and Notes towards a Definition of Culture (1948).
Thomas Stearns Eliot died on 4 January 1965, his ashes interred at the Parish Church of Saint Michael in East Coker, Somerset, England from whence his ancestors came. There is a memorial to Eliot in Poet's Corner in Westminster Abbey, London, England, his epitaph reading; "The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living"
"In my beginning is my end. ..In my end is my beginning."--from Four Quartets, "East Coker"
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critical essay on T.S Eliot
we have just started studying T.S Eliot and I am really fascinated by him and by his works (we have already read "The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock, which I loved, and we are currently reading The Waste Land). I like his poems first because of the way they sound, but then I have some difficulties in understanding their meaning (well, to tell the truth, my personal interpretation does not always get along with that given by my teacher:D )...so, I was just wondering whether you could suggest some critical essay on T.S Eliot by someone expert in the field (the book my teacher uses as a guide often can't answer our questions...i.e: in The Waste Land, verse 25, "There is shadow under this red rock"; why is the rock red?). Thank you a lot!
Posted By Silvia at Tue 22 Apr 2008, 1:43 PM in Eliot, T. S. || 0 Replies
Eliot's Mermaids
Since I first read Prufrock I'd always assumed that the closing lines alluded to the legend of Urashima Taro. As the story apparently isn't as canonical as I'd imagined, I'll give a brief summary: A fisherman saves a turtle, to learn that she is in fact the daughter of the King of the Sea. He is rewarded with the ability to breathe underwater, a timeless and dreamlike existence among the merfolk, and a box which he is warned not to open. After some time he opens the box (the reasons vary from account to account) to awake an old man whose friends and family have long since died out; he learns that the box contained his old age. The more I learned, the more this explanation locked itself into my head -- Ezra Pound's interest in Japanese literature and his influence over Eliot; the connection between the Rip van Winkle aspect of this story and that of the Irish "Voyage of Brain", set in The Land of Women; the version of the Japanese legend in which Taro opens the box out of his longing to hear a human voice after living among the mute mermaids... It came as somewhat of a shock to me, then, when I casually brought this up in conversation and was met with blank stares from a number of quite well-read friends. Searching standard references and the internet I found absolutely no reference to this at all, and more curiously nothing elaborating on the mythological context for Eliot's mermaids. Can someone help me out here and fill me in on how the lines We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown. are generally interpreted?
Posted By dan131m at Wed 16 Apr 2008, 12:00 AM in Eliot, T. S. || 0 Replies
Pink Floyd and T.S. ELiot
Hi, This is my first post. I'm doing a reasearch project and presentation on The Wasteland. There is SOOOO much information that I am having a really difficult time organizing it all!! I was wondering if anyone had ever done any research on Eliot's connection with Pink Floyd? There are several things about the Wateland, alone that remind me of Pink Floyd's music, and when I looked it up on the net, I found that Eliot actually wrote the preface to a book entitled "Dark Side of the Moon." Interesting, huh?
Posted By cole524 at Wed 5 Mar 2008, 1:47 PM in Eliot, T. S. || 0 Replies
Thesis help!
Alright...i have to write a 5 page research paper over a poem by T.S Eliot. I haven't been able to decide what poem I want to do it over, norm for that matter what my thesis is going to be! Could you guys help?:flare:
Posted By PacoPaco at Wed 20 Feb 2008, 11:47 PM in Eliot, T. S. || 11 Replies
Help needed with T S Eliot poem????
:Dear community members, can someone tell me from which T S Eliot poem the following lines come from. " At the end of our journey we arrive where we began" The line might not be 100% accurate. Thanking you for your anticipated response. Cheers and thanks Mike.
Posted By mike wohltmann at Sun 27 Jan 2008, 8:01 PM in Eliot, T. S. || 2 Replies
Please, who helpth me not, I 4give him
I have this beautiful poem by T. S. Eliot. what I ask you best forum's members ever is to discuss it, and in which age it was written (abuot its age characteristics) and the poet biography. Plea, help your newly arrived member. this is the poem Hysteria BY T. S. ELIOT (THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT) As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden ..." I decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end.
Posted By hakeem at Wed 21 Nov 2007, 2:28 PM in Eliot, T. S. || 7 Replies
question
My name is Talha my friends and I will have an exam 2 days later as I am studying at english language and literature department. I want to ask that what was the connection between eliot and metaphysical poetry what was his criticism about it and what he contrubuted this. I searched as I can do but I really couldn't find exact answers...:( :flare: waiting for your help... :idea: thanks
Posted By talhaakdis at Mon 12 Nov 2007, 2:57 PM in Eliot, T. S. || 0 Replies
T.S Eliout Quote
I stumbled upon this quote and was just currious on any thoughts as to what it means. I will show you fear in a handful of dust T.S.Eliot, The Waste Land
Posted By Dark Muse at Mon 5 Nov 2007, 10:03 PM in Eliot, T. S. || 44 Replies
the wast land
hi every bodt what is the backgrowend of the wast land and what is the relation betwen it and other works like kilubatra and shekespear's works??????
Posted By beauti_life at Sun 30 Sep 2007, 6:57 PM in Eliot, T. S. || 1 Reply
The Truth Behind “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock LET us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherised upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats 5 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 … 10 Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Let us go and make our visit. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo.
Posted By anahita at Thu 5 Jul 2007, 5:34 AM in Eliot, T. S. || 1 Reply