All That's Old Is New Again
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
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
"The Hollow Men" T. S. Eliot 1925.
Something has been niggling at the back of my brain about my new work for a few weeks now and it's only today that it finally clicked. About ten years ago I made a painting based on the imagery found in this T. S. Eliot poem. This is the first part of a longer poem, but it's the part I respond the strongest to.
In many ways I think some of my ideas have come full circle to work I was doing years ago. I think the words in this poem have even more meaning to me today than they did years ago.


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On another note, where do I click to get your feed?
Just do an url look up in your newsreader through Add feed Elise. It's still not working correctly though, you can read it but you can't link back to my site from it.
grrrrr
greymatter is such old technology now.
Thanks for telling me how to search for URLs through the add feed box, I didn't realize you could do that.