the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown,
Is he comparing someone's outward appearance to their internal state of mind and emotions?
the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown,
Is he comparing someone's outward appearance to their internal state of mind and emotions?
& stumbled to unemployment offices,
Despite the knowledge a person may have, it does not mean they will have a good paying job. "It isn't about WHAT you know, but WHO you know."
Mohammedan
a follower of the Islamic prophet Muhammad.
Don’t knock at my heart, little one, I cannot bear the pain Of turning deaf-ear to your call Time and time again! You do not know the monster men Inhabiting the earth, Be still, be still, my precious child, I must not give you birth!
This is such a beautiful poem, and brought tears to my eyes. This reminds me of Toni Morrison's novel Beloved, because Sethe is a mother who protects her child by taking her out of the world... She would not stand for the abuse and mistreatment of her children. She rather kill her baby with Love, than it die by hate.
Oh, let’s build bridges everywhere And span the gulf of challenge there.
building bridges may be challenging, yet it unites people.
Orange gleams athwart a crimson soul Lambent flames; purple passion lurks In your dusk eyes. Red mouth; flower soft, Your soul leaps up—and flashes Star-like, white, flame-hot.
She uses various colors to make the poem pop.
I sit and sew—my heart aches with desire—
This reminds me of Gwendolyn B. Bennett's poem "Heritage," and how she expresses the desire to have the right to want something aesthetically pleasing.
That’s what they done to this shine, ain’t it? Bottled him.
Not allowing him to express himself?
Some bozo’s been all the way to Africa to get some sand.
Sand can be stolen, such as Land..
Sun-baked lips will kiss the earth. Throats of bronze will burst with mirth. Sing a little faster, Sing a little faster, Sing!
If they are physically bound, they can choose to be free by their voices and song.
I want to hear the chanting Around a heathen fire
She is expressing her heritage through the culture and passion of music and unity.
And so we stand like ginger jars Like ginger jars bound round With dust and age; Like jars of ginger we are sealed
Gwendolyn B. Bennett expresses how they are silenced and forgotten, and she ends the poem by explaining how such voices need to be heard. They can prove their strength through preservation.
Den de devil gave Slim De big Ha-Ha; An’ turned into a cracker, Wid a sheriff’s star.
Just like prison, the devil who turns into a "cracker, wid a sheriff's star," tries to cage him in hell, lock him up, and keep him bound for all eternity. The devil shows him people "raising hell" and fighting, things he would never dare to do, or else he'll end up there, but the punishment is far worse.
They tried to guarantee happiness to themselves By shunting dirt and misery to you.
They did not treat them equally, as their religion intended and exploited their work. These built luxuries were not enjoyed by people of color.
They branded you, They made your women breeders, They swelled your numbers with bastards. . . .
This reminds me of Toni Morrison's Beloved, and how the Schoolteacher abuses Sethe into doing something that she does not want to be done to her. Halle, her husband watches the whole time, without her knowing, and his friend Paul D confesses to her that strong men break too, that they experience hurt and cannot fathom it. Yet Brown says they can overcome such pain..
“My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me. “Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak. “What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? “I never know what you are thinking. Think.”
http://xroads.virginia.edu/~MUSEUM/Armory/galleryI/picabia.415.html
The image reminds me of this specific part because of the distance within this couple. Only one of them wants to talk, and the other doesn’t. I picture this is the closeness in which one of the partners want.
and think of poor Albert, He’s been in the army four years, he wants a good time, And if you don’t give it him, there’s others will,
http://teaching.lfhanley.net/english528fa19/texts/edna-st-vincent-millay/
This reminds me of Edna St. Vincent Millay’s sonnet, “Love is not All.” She says, "Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath, Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone." In contrasts in gender, and who is more in love within each writings. Albert is the one to be pleased and well taken care of. Yet in Millay’s sonnet it is the woman who is being confronted by commitment, after one night with a man... “love is not all” yet LOVE & “pleasing your man” seems very apparent within The Waste Land..
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
In a sense dreams become weary and heavy, because they loom over us, and it is a struggle to achieve it. When not achieved or postponed, it becomes baggage that may be hard to achieve...
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong.
This reminds me of a recent movie I watched called “The Green Book.” In which a world-class African American pianist plays in the homes of white people, yet despite how talented and We’ll mannered he is, they still treat him as less than they are. Hughes declares, “I, too, sing America.” Saying he is just as talented, and although you may love MY WORK, you do not LOVE ME. This does not weaken him, but makes him Stronger.
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.
This reminds me of sacred rituals done amongst some African Americans, in which involves nature; water and trees. There are paths known to them, that not many others know about.
After the torchlight red on sweaty faces After the frosty silence in the gardens After the agony in stony places The shouting and the crying Prison and palace and reverberation Of thunder of spring over distant mountains He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience
This Reminds me of the Shawshank Redemption scene, and One of Andy’s famous quotes, “Get busy living or get busy dying.” This part reminds me of being stranded within this “Waste Land” and not being able to Better the situation because of thunder and the imprisonment that comes with it. “He who was living is now dead” reminds me of ex prisoners who are released after years of a sentence and being brought into a world they do not remember.. just like what happened to Brooks in the movie (I won’t spoil it Now). It is a struggle to live within the Waste Land, and they are “dying with a little patience.” There is more to life and the world, than being stuck within the waste land. This scene fits perfectly with this piece. I also thought of Andy’s ending in the movie, his own sweaty face, and demeanor, after all the agony he endures.
Tereu
"Hurry Up."
A current under sea Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell He passed the stages of his age and youth Entering the whirlpool.
it seems as if the waves are consuming a decaying body, and dragging it into the depths of the ocean...to be forgotten?
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME Now Albert’s coming back, make yourself a bit smart. He’ll want to know what you done with that money he gave you To get yourself some teeth
It is time now, to please her man? She used the money her husband left her on something they did not agree upon?
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow
There is no peace nor freedom, even for the smallest cricket. Nature seems to be dying, or giving up as well. Only shadows to protect or hide?
My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened. He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. In the mountains, there you feel free.
She is being reminded of her innocent days, where it felt easier to be free, rather than trying to find it as an adult. Can this also be a part of burial? Burial to "childish freedoms?"
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
Isn't Winter the first season of the year, and starts right at the end of it? When the author says, "breeding Lilacs out of the dead land?" It can be referred to as Winter, since it becomes very cold, with hardly any sunny and bright days..The roots have not been replenished.
Put measure treasure. Measure treasure.
Can she mean to measure one’s worth? It reminds me of Shakespeare’s “Measure for Measure.”
A wading chest.
This feels as if she has a lot on her mind, or “chest” that she is waiting to pour out. When she uses the word “wading” I can picture a deep ocean, that flows within her chest, metaphorically of course.
Humming does as Humming does as humming is.
Is she humming away her thoughts? Is she not free to Think and speak? But only to “Obey?”
Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold
Is the speaker trying to say that, despite something that is "cold," maybe hard to reach or achieve, can still be sweet? Is he referring to a stage of life?
No one to witness and adjust, no one to drive the car
No one to help her, and no one to ease her burdens...
Use no superfluous word, no adjective which does not reveal something
Do not use words to make yourself sound smarter, but say it with meaning.
The sikly, powdery mignonette
is she trying to say "Sickly," or "Silky?" Also, I am not too sure how she is trying to use "Mignonette."
That falls incessant on the empty shore,
are the remains scattering on/ to the sea?
I might be driven to sell your love for peace, Or trade the memory of this night for food.
Peace and Food can be better than Love, because sometimes Love is complicated. It can be hard to love someone, in which takes away some kind of peace in someones life. Food is essential for survival, yet she would not trade love for these things, because she believes it is all worth it.
I could say “Elves” to him, But it’s not elves exactly,
Is he comparing “Elves” to minor little problems? As if these issues can be easily ignored and blocked from the mind?
Or keeps the end from being hard.
Does he mean that even someone who considers themself “perfect,” or who achieves a kind of excellence, cannot escape the harsh ending or beginning of a different life?
Better to go down dignified With boughten friendship at your side Than none at all. Provide, provide!
Is he trying to explain that we should provide some kind of example for others? If a person feels lonely they can rely on money?
“Well, Mr. Flood, we have not met like this In a long time; and many a change has come To both of us, I fear, since last it was We had a drop together. Welcome home!”
He wishes things were how they used to be with friends who are there for him, at least it would be better than drunk and alone.
Tiering the same dull webs of discontent, Clipping the same sad alnage of the years.
Would this be considered a web to demonstrate a kind of "cycle" of life? This meaning nothing changes as time goes on.
Life is too strong for you– It takes life to love Life.
It takes Life to beat the crap out of you, to appreciate it?
That no one knows what is good Who knows not what is evil; And no one knows what is true Who knows not what is false.
This reminds me of the meaning of yin and yang, because this is a perfect balance. This also reminds me of something I would read in the book of Proverbs. Really love these lines!
At first he meant to repaper the room, but afterwards he said that I was letting it get the better of me, and that nothing was worse for a nervous patient than to give way to such fancies.
John does not want her writing a word, yet she stays in the same room day by day. He says it is getting the "better" of her, yet he does not allow her to express her frustration in spoken or written word. She has no place of dwelling nor improving her thoughts..
Nor was his burden all poverty and ignorance. The red stain of bastardy, which two centuries of systematic legal defilement of Negro women had stamped upon his race, meant not only the loss of ancient African chastity, but also the hereditary weight of a mass of corruption from white adulterers, threatening almost the obliteration of the Negro home.
“The red stain” makes me think of white American and African American blood intermixing, because of the defilement of African American women, leaves a “stain” due to this intermixing, yet the “white adulterers” do not let their children call them Father. Their adulterous ways leads to corruption and “almost the obliteration of the Negro home.” They have stripped them from freedom, resources, and the goodness of their homes.
A people thus handicapped ought not to be asked to race with the world, but rather allowed to give all its time and thought to its own social problems
When a peoples resources has been taken away, how are they expected to achieve or help within their society? Are they supposed to dwell on things they do not have or cannot achieve? They are forced to ask if they are the “problem,” as Du Bois mentions earlier.
The secret of education still hid itself somewhere behind ignorance, and one fumbled over it as feebly as ever.
This reminds me of "Areopagitica," and how Milton argues that moral and intellectual growth begins through ignorance. Knowledge is gained through education which can be a Force/ Strength. "We have become hitherto the latest and the backwards scholars of whom God offered to have made us the Teachers."
His own rays, with which he had doubled the solar spectrum, were altogether harmless and beneficent; but Radium denied its God–or, what was to Langley the same thing, denied the truths of his Science.
Comparing Religion and science, do they have the same power/ force?
They Lion, from my children inherit, From the oak turned to a wall, they Lion, From they sack and they belly opened And all that was hidden burning on the oil-stained earth They feed they Lion and he comes.
These last lines remind me of a sacrificial offering to a God, or even nature itself. This also reminds me of how some of us inherit good things, yet abuse or do not appreciate it. It seems as if they are taking The Lion away from its home and keeping it secluded, so when the right time comes they may "feed they Lion."
From “Bow Down” come “Rise Up,”
This sounds as if they are raising a strong Lion. A disciplined Lion that knows when to "Bow Down" and "Rise Up." when they feed "they Lion" it can be a difficult task that must come with patience and hard work.