T.S. Eliot reads: The Waste Land

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  • @alexmckay154
    @alexmckay154 6 лет назад +210

    My mom had me memorize this as a kid hundreds of times lol 😂

    • @fabricio_santana
      @fabricio_santana 5 лет назад +51

      your mom is awesome, dude haha
      did she also make you memorize parts of Paradise Lost? what about other poets? which ones?

    • @phillipbrandel7932
      @phillipbrandel7932 4 года назад +56

      Lmao how traumatizing

    • @Pianosnail12
      @Pianosnail12 4 года назад +31

      I made myself memorise it word for word before my English lit degree finals...only to find out we were aloud the text in the exam 👀👀

    • @spacemunky53
      @spacemunky53 4 года назад +1

      I believe men learnt this poem to woo ladies of the time according to mr eustace mullins who was mentored like ts elliot by ezra pound

    • @pocobuen
      @pocobuen 3 года назад +4

      she was correct, although it's like memorizing Beethoven's 9th, be grateful you can even recognise it

  • @MrFeud1
    @MrFeud1 7 лет назад +640

    20s kids had the best music

    • @StarvingPoet
      @StarvingPoet 6 лет назад +2

      Damn straight excellently excessively High Weimar Czech Splice Minister Melbourne Meiosis NuuTempPsychocis [Western Far EWashington Easterner India 🇮🇳.coco ⧫ Ξ Ξ VVARUM 🇹🇹🇻🇳🇬🇧🇹🇷🇺🇸🇨🇭Nonfiction NonRepublikaja Cantonese Caligula California Supremacy Marquis Marci Marcus Aesthetic Ariel Demotic Francisco Sanskrit 🇸🇿🇸🇾🇬🇧🇺🇸🇻🇳🇨🇭🇸🇷🇵🇷🇵🇬🇲🇽🇲🇰🇱🇷🇮🇲🇮🇲🇮🇲🇮🇲

    • @isorokudono
      @isorokudono 5 лет назад +3

      Elliot Wave-incoming.

    • @unibomberbear6708
      @unibomberbear6708 4 года назад +13

      The nineteenth century produced alot of great writers . Must have been all that sexual repression .

    • @luciusirving5926
      @luciusirving5926 3 года назад +2

      They even grew up with better songwriters than today's talentless hacks and one-hit wonders.

    • @bigpapaboomboom9735
      @bigpapaboomboom9735 3 года назад

      Add a beat and it reminds me of Aesop Rock.

  • @antonioaugusto6746
    @antonioaugusto6746 4 года назад +196

    0:01 - the burial of the dead
    4:56 - a game of chess
    10:36 - the fire sermon
    18:31 - death by water
    19:14 - what the thunder said

    • @sas6561
      @sas6561 3 года назад

      at 9:17 ... "Hurry up please, it's time" ... as read by King Friday!!!

    • @koshu4
      @koshu4 10 месяцев назад

      Why does he omit the title of part 1 but include the titles of every other part

    • @antonioaugusto6746
      @antonioaugusto6746 10 месяцев назад +1

      ​I think it's only because this was released on vinyl and whoever made the digital recording lost the beginning​, you can search for the version were Eliot reads alone, he actually says both The Wasteland and Burial of the dead. ruclips.net/video/1rpFBSO65P4/видео.htmlsi=saN-kS2B84-SLaST @@koshu4

    • @koshu4
      @koshu4 9 месяцев назад

      @@antonioaugusto6746 thank you!!

  • @cunkonankara
    @cunkonankara 4 года назад +108

    April really is the cruellest month after all...

    • @yt8co
      @yt8co 4 года назад +2

      yeah bro, it pierces me to the root

    • @PsychotropicThunder
      @PsychotropicThunder 8 месяцев назад

      So says the jugg jugg bird

  • @adrienm3687
    @adrienm3687 2 года назад +33

    This might have saved my life. These are the words I needed, and the words I was searching for.

  • @dr.kshitisharma3885
    @dr.kshitisharma3885 5 лет назад +40

    Really, it is a penetrating experience and feeling to hear the great T.S.Eliot..on his own verses..

  • @1968KWT
    @1968KWT 2 года назад +16

    The poem was published exactly 100 years ago in the October issue of _The Criterion_ #TheWasteLand100

  • @leebinpoggersmomento6101
    @leebinpoggersmomento6101 21 день назад

    The way it switches narrators throughout, from when they've recited it seperately, until the very end where they're all chanting Shantih together. Fragments indeed! Very nice work.

  • @tonvankuijeren3506
    @tonvankuijeren3506 9 лет назад +72

    When I started a teacher training's college in The Hague. I didn't feel the poem but when at university I loved it and used the title for my own creative writing paper. I like the hollowness of the poem yet so filled with everything.

    • @97epicman
      @97epicman 6 лет назад +7

      It's literally on a different level to any other poem I've ever read.

    • @glumbum6
      @glumbum6 5 лет назад +2

      @@97epicman Relax, read more. And dude I think that's plagiarism?

    • @97epicman
      @97epicman 5 лет назад

      Willem Parshley What is your favourite poem then?

    • @SocialTrading
      @SocialTrading 5 лет назад

      @@97epicman 'Poem in October' by Dylan Thomas :)

    • @NaSamymDnie16400
      @NaSamymDnie16400 4 года назад

      >I read much of the night and go south in the winter
      WTF I love T.S. Eliot now

  • @Chelseabell112085
    @Chelseabell112085 Год назад +19

    Holy shit! I grew up with my grandparents, and my grandma painted. She had a painting of Mark Twain she did, which was very ominous. It hung right next to another painting she did that always frightened me as a child. I'm 37 and just now stumbled randomly upon the "scary" man in the painting. How beautiful. It wasn't this picture though. He had on a hat and glasses.

  • @markewings7525
    @markewings7525 4 года назад +114

    The inner monologue of my life, since I was 20 ... I'm 59 now ...hurry up please it's time

    • @jackmellon861
      @jackmellon861 3 года назад +3

      What do you understand by that line (hurry up please its time). I only ask because I don't know myself

    • @markewings7525
      @markewings7525 3 года назад +14

      @@jackmellon861 they used to say that in pubs in UK. Near closing time. Also it brings a sense of urgency to that section

    • @nikhilsingh-gt2ws
      @nikhilsingh-gt2ws 2 года назад +9

      aghhhhh… I’m 17 on the eve of my 18th… currently listening to ts eliot and having an existential crisis about leaving childhood… Marie Marie hold on tight

    • @ytsucksnowwiththisrealname1096
      @ytsucksnowwiththisrealname1096 Год назад +1

      @@nikhilsingh-gt2ws it gets harder

    • @rattyeely
      @rattyeely 8 месяцев назад +2

      You ok bud

  • @johnbradley5668
    @johnbradley5668 2 года назад +10

    Greetings from Ireland 🇮🇪 .
    A Stroke of GENIUS!
    👏👏👏🍾🥂💐👏👏👏💐🍾🥂👏
    100 years OLD : 15th October 2022 ( onwards ) .
    ARGUABLY -
    the MOST ~ Inspired / \ INFLUENCE;
    on Generations of WRITER'S and POETS =
    "The Waste Lands" ~ Poem.
    🤔🤔 "Read by T. S. Eliot { "HIMSELF" } 🤔🤔 " !

    • @pbghosh5305
      @pbghosh5305 Месяц назад

      Oh, yes! Even more true now hundred years later than it was then. ❤🎉❤

  • @mueezadam8438
    @mueezadam8438 4 года назад +134

    What if we kissed under the red rock, haha jk
    ...unless? 😳

  • @c.s.hayden3022
    @c.s.hayden3022 3 года назад +26

    So many strong lines in The Wasteland. Part two used to go over my head when I first read it almost twenty years ago, but the latter half makes much more sense when you realize it’s a scene at a pub and the woman has a strained marriage. A little subtle. There are so many suggestive layers throughout the whole piece. The line near the very end, “Hieronimo is mad again”, is the title of a play that was groundbreaking for its time. It’s clear Eliot knew where he was in history and how The Wasteland would be received. I’ve never found anything in criticism where they really pick that line apart. It’s a revenge tragedy. “Avenge this”, maybe he feels.

  • @richard9480
    @richard9480 6 лет назад +33

    One of the finest poems of all time.

    • @strawbrryfld1
      @strawbrryfld1 6 лет назад

      Richard Lovegrove DONT see how anyone can’t see it

    • @ericnicholson870
      @ericnicholson870 Год назад +2

      I just wish the foreign languages were translated. Not everyone knows Latin!

  • @userunknown2466
    @userunknown2466 3 года назад +38

    Played by my favorite prof in some useless English class or another and I was the only one who cries. Openly and frequently as the words poured from the old phonograph. At least I made friends that day with that prof and became a lifelong devote to Eliiot. I try to pass this on but it doesn't resonate. We are on lost times. We're just lost.

    • @rlw1293
      @rlw1293 Год назад +3

      My high school English teacher played this and I remember Eliot's vioce as if it was yesterday - that deadpan delivery...in an acquired pronunciation belying his mid-western roots.

    • @skulleton
      @skulleton Год назад +4

      We're not lost. I think you may need to open a window and take a look around.

    • @hamadah4
      @hamadah4 Год назад +3

      ​@@skulletonyou are right. My 19 year old nephew recommmended Kate Tempest to me. Let them eat chaos is to me a modern masterpiece.

    • @mortalclown3812
      @mortalclown3812 5 месяцев назад +2

      ​@@skulleton
      I'm glad you wrote this. Every generation's home to those who lament... and those who pass along hope. Thank you for being among the latter.

    • @theletterwriter-n8q
      @theletterwriter-n8q 2 месяца назад +1

      My husband-to-be recited this by heart, and I was wooed.

  • @bodistern1329
    @bodistern1329 6 лет назад +115

    "Come in under the shadow of this red rock, and I will, show you something different...I will show you fear, in a handful of dust..." brilliantly dramatized. Powerful language

    • @harikishore2514
      @harikishore2514 5 лет назад

      Can u explain meaning

    • @guilhermefigueiredo766
      @guilhermefigueiredo766 3 года назад +1

      @Filipe C. F. Vargens "Pedantry". You are a functional illiterate.

    • @gregsullivan6778
      @gregsullivan6778 2 года назад

      My favorite part

    • @3kojimbles895
      @3kojimbles895 Год назад +1

      ​@Max Roderick anything is a word if you wordify it

    • @ThePoliticrat
      @ThePoliticrat Год назад +1

      “You know only a heap of broken images” always gives me the chills. It could be read as either descriptive of a person as they lay dying, with their life flashing before their eyes; alternatively, and perhaps even more interestingly, we may also view it as Eliot directly addressing a personified version of modern society (or the average person living in the modern era), emphasizing just how much western society has become so fragmented, that it is impossible to find any sort of meaning in our modern world.

  • @XavierKaziTheZombie
    @XavierKaziTheZombie 4 года назад +40

    April, you say?

  • @scottboltwood4934
    @scottboltwood4934 5 лет назад +76

    Ted Hughes takes over reading midway through the first section-a little unexpected, but Hughes is a great reader! Check put his recitation of Yeats' "The Second Coming."

  • @abhishekjani4612
    @abhishekjani4612 6 лет назад +57

    "April is the cruellest month, breeding
    Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
    Memory and desire, stirring
    Dull roots with spring rain.
    Winter kept us warm, covering
    Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
    A little life with dried tubers.....
    What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
    Out of this stony rubbish? 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..."( T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land )

  • @HobartBloke
    @HobartBloke 8 месяцев назад +14

    In April 1943 a bunch of poets gave readings of their work before the Royal Family. During Eliot's recital of 'The Waste Land' Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret were seen struggling not to giggle.

  • @gillianm9367
    @gillianm9367 2 года назад +82

    So here we are, 100 years later, finding ourselves in the midst of yet another war and all the destruction, terror and misery which can only follow 😔

    • @elenal.4216
      @elenal.4216 2 года назад +4

      Recommend you also his four quartets ( written during the WWII)and Tolstoy's bethink yourselves~

    • @香料國境
      @香料國境 2 года назад +3

      Exactly.

    • @darkpoetik5375
      @darkpoetik5375 2 года назад +3

      I have been listening to this poem regularly since the pandemic began...now. it makes perfect sense...

    • @sandhyapai5210
      @sandhyapai5210 2 года назад +3

      So true. It is a poem for all times. But specially suited for the human condition in the present times. I have never come across a better commentary on the fragmentation of human psyche. Dense and deep.

    • @paulwittenberger1801
      @paulwittenberger1801 2 года назад

      @@darkpoetik5375 Much of the poem was written in 1918 while Eliot and his wife were recovering from bouts of influenza, the greatest pandemic of the 20th Century.

  • @stevenwiswell4308
    @stevenwiswell4308 27 дней назад

    I attended St. Mary's in Halifax as a mature student in a non-degree program, '80-'81, '81-'82, and I had a remarkable Professor, Dr. Cyril Byrne. I was studying Shakespeare but in English 200 we covered The Wasteland by T.S Eliot without benefit of that incredible voice. It is very sad that Professor Byrne died very young. He had another specialty, Celtic Studies and the history of St. Mary's Bascillica and Catholicism in Nova Scotia. The on campus wet canteen at Universiy of Ottawa is called the Wasteland which I thought was quite poetic with a double entendre. Thomas Stearns Eliot.

  • @thaynagh
    @thaynagh 4 года назад +18

    "these fragments I have shored against my ruins"

  • @MrHeroFamily
    @MrHeroFamily 7 лет назад +10

    What multiplicity of voices XD Suits the poem.

  • @Oxfordclassicjazz
    @Oxfordclassicjazz 7 лет назад +45

    Ah, so it was Lia Williams - she does a great job. A very effective way of presenting The Wasteland. Using the 3 voices at the end was very moving. Ted Hughes has a wonderfully intense reading voice, while Eliot is so dry. Very effective contrasts.

  • @mohammedlabib2001
    @mohammedlabib2001 5 лет назад +16

    I've read him when in English class. It was just a new world opening.

  • @abdelrahmanmustafa8937
    @abdelrahmanmustafa8937 Месяц назад +1

    You gave me hyacinth first a year ago. They called me the Hyacinth Girl.

  • @dvdly
    @dvdly 5 лет назад +5

    The awful daring of a moment’s surrender
    Which an age of prudence can never retract

  • @jroy5476
    @jroy5476 2 года назад +5

    I. The Burial of the Dead
    April is the cruellest month, breeding
    Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
    Memory and desire, stirring
    Dull roots with spring rain.
    Winter kept us warm, covering
    Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
    A little life with dried tubers.
    Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
    With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
    And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
    And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
    Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
    And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke’s,
    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.
    I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
    What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
    Out of this stony rubbish? 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. Only
    There is shadow under this red rock,
    (Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
    And I will show you something different from either
    Your shadow at morning striding behind you
    Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
    I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
    Frisch weht der Wind
    Der Heimat zu
    Mein Irisch Kind,
    Wo weilest du?
    “You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
    “They called me the hyacinth girl.”
    -Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
    Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
    Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
    Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
    Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
    Oed’ und leer das Meer.
    Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
    Had a bad cold, nevertheless
    Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,
    With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
    Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
    (Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
    Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
    The lady of situations.
    Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
    And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
    Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
    Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
    The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
    I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
    Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
    Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
    One must be so careful these days.
    Unreal City,
    Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
    A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
    I had not thought death had undone so many.
    Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
    And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
    Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
    To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
    With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
    There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying: “Stetson!
    “You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!
    “That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
    “Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
    “Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
    “Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men,
    “Or with his nails he’ll dig it up again!
    “You! hypocrite lecteur!-mon semblable,-mon frère!”
    II. A Game of Chess 4:55
    The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
    Glowed on the marble, where the glass
    Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
    From which a golden Cupidon peeped out
    (Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
    Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
    Reflecting light upon the table as
    The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
    From satin cases poured in rich profusion;
    In vials of ivory and coloured glass
    Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
    Unguent, powdered, or liquid-troubled, confused
    And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
    That freshened from the window, these ascended
    In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
    Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
    Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
    Huge sea-wood fed with copper
    Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,
    In which sad light a carvéd dolphin swam.
    Above the antique mantel was displayed
    As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
    The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
    So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale
    Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
    And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
    ‘Jug Jug’ to dirty ears.
    And other withered stumps of time
    Were told upon the walls; staring forms
    Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
    Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
    Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
    Spread out in fiery points
    Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.
    ‘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.’
    I think we are in rats’ alley
    Where the dead men lost their bones.
    ‘What is that noise?’
    The wind under the door.
    ‘What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?’
    Nothing again nothing.
    ‘Do
    ‘You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
    ‘Nothing?’
    I remember
    Those are pearls that were his eyes.
    ‘Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?’
    But
    O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag-
    It’s so elegant
    So intelligent
    ‘What shall I do now? What shall I do?’
    ‘I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
    ‘With my hair down, so. What shall we do tomorrow?
    ‘What shall we ever do?’
    The hot water at ten.
    And if it rains, a closed car at four.
    And we shall play a game of chess,
    Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
    When Lil’s husband got demobbed, I said-
    I didn’t mince my words, I said to her myself,
    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. He did, I was there.
    You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,
    He said, I swear, I can’t bear to look at you.
    And no more can’t I, I said, 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, I said.
    Oh is there, she said. Something o’ that, I said.
    Then I’ll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.
    HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
    If you don’t like it you can get on with it, I said.
    Others can pick and choose if you can’t.
    But if Albert makes off, it won’t be for lack of telling.
    You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
    (And her only thirty-one.)
    I can’t help it, she said, pulling a long face,
    It’s them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.
    (She’s had five already, and nearly died of young George.)
    The chemist said it would be all right, but I’ve never been the same.
    You are a proper fool, I said.
    Well, if Albert won’t leave you alone, there it is, I said,
    What you get married for if you don’t want children?
    HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
    Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
    And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot-
    HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
    HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
    Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight.
    Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
    Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.

  • @nucleomacabea8444
    @nucleomacabea8444 4 года назад +5

    Volto aqui de tempos em tempos para ouvir a voz do poeta.

  • @Gibson343088
    @Gibson343088 Год назад +2

    I forget that TS Eliot was such a voice actor that he could sound like such a higher pitched woman. Truly impressive, and a shame most people know him fornhis poetry and not his fantastic mimicry.
    Lol.

  • @evank3718
    @evank3718 3 года назад +3

    TS Elliot is truly a Veteran of Formidable Design in his poetry

  • @flamingxombie
    @flamingxombie 8 лет назад +13

    The starting lines from "What the thunder said" by Eliot were pure terror. After the torchlight red on sweaty faces ...

    • @AlcyoneSong
      @AlcyoneSong 3 года назад +3

      it took me a few times to read and re-read it, when I realized he was talking about the shelling, and distant sounds of shelling, and how afterward everything is silent absolutely silent... also the thirst for water I wonder if that's related to gas/chemical weapons?

  • @ajitkumarpachore5284
    @ajitkumarpachore5284 Год назад +1

    ‘The Waste Land’ is the milestone in the history of British Poetry.

  • @chewie1644
    @chewie1644 4 года назад +5

    My goodness this is purely amazing

  • @markewings7525
    @markewings7525 5 лет назад +6

    The waste land has dominated my life. Whatever shall I ever do? Thinking of the key confirms the prison

  • @revjimbob
    @revjimbob 6 лет назад +11

    Ted Hughes is the second voice

  • @pianoshaman2807
    @pianoshaman2807 7 лет назад +31

    Your lie in april, thus april is the cruelest month

  • @eugenemagallanes1525
    @eugenemagallanes1525 3 месяца назад

    I like how the poem is presented like a dialogue between three oracles/voices,reminds me of the Gospel reading of Christ's Passion and death during Holy Week...

  • @nadiya9851
    @nadiya9851 3 года назад +4

    I recited this poem and won a prize 🤗deep poem !!

  • @vidzeerox
    @vidzeerox 5 лет назад +9

    This has been an experience ™

  • @terezamagda8792
    @terezamagda8792 3 года назад +3

    Best poem of the last century along with Tabacaria

  • @Akatsukileader9
    @Akatsukileader9 7 лет назад +4

    I need a bit of help from some poetry enthusiasts. It's for an exam.
    Within the information I found about this poem, it states that the early lines are written in Iambic Meter to give the poem a false sense of stability. Iambic meter refers to multiple pairs of syllables in which the first one is unstressed and the second one is stressed. So far so good.
    BUT, from the very start of the poem, the supposed Iambic Meter is REVERSED.
    A-pril, IS-the, CRUE-llest
    BREE-ding, LY-lacs etc
    So what's up with that?

    • @paulwinfrey6637
      @paulwinfrey6637 5 лет назад +4

      IMO it's to further that same instability. If it were just in iambic pentameter in the beginning the casual ear wouldn't feel anything differently than they do any other time they hear that pattern. So Eliot uses trochees to reverse that iambic and make the audience clue in immediately that there's an off atmosphere, it similar enough to iambic pentameter that it passes but it's just barely off

  • @sixteenstringjack
    @sixteenstringjack 9 лет назад +27

    tremendous

  • @duskodair309
    @duskodair309 2 года назад +5

    Can't believe a band copyright claimed this. Hate the adverts so much

  • @hildalynch741
    @hildalynch741 2 года назад +2

    It's a shared prize , for me , as per the shittiest of months : - January can be a real honker.

  • @davidwilliambarker
    @davidwilliambarker 4 года назад +5

    This would probably sound superbitchin' in Klingon.

  • @bmaiani
    @bmaiani 6 лет назад +2

    Surely somebody has already mentioned this (I'm not trolling through comments to confirm it): but that's Ted Hughes reading at c. 1:10, not T.S. Eliot.

  • @rd264
    @rd264 3 года назад +3

    like Eliot, I heartily recommend Jessie Weston's Ritual to Romance [1920] which as Eliot said is essential to understand The Wasteland [1922], but then why'd he refuse to translate his many lines of french, latin, greek etc at the page bottoms or at the very least in his footnotes to the Wasteland?

    • @colinellesmere
      @colinellesmere 3 года назад +3

      Thanks for the recommendation. Its pretty arrogant and elitist not to translate. Nabokov put a lot of French in Lolita - which I just read - with no translations. As mentioned I speak Chinese and a little Chichewa - an African Bantu language. If I did not translste these people would be upset. Why is French different? Because at the time no doubt the intelligensia in Europe and America were meant to know French. Academia has always been littered with elitists. But that doesnt mean they can be dismissed, or even that they are not good peoole. Its just a product of time and environment. I too have my own unpleasant and unsympatheric foibles. The Wasteland is an epic masterpiece. Eliot - like Joyce - packs it full of allusions to history and other literature. Whats wrong with that? Its worth finding out what the references allude to. Elliot certainly had something to say and said it magnificantly.

    • @andrewhoward7200
      @andrewhoward7200 2 года назад +1

      It was written for the educated. In future footnotes will not suffice, pictures will be be necessary -perhaps Western culture is doomed to hieroglyphs.

    • @BlindnessandInsight
      @BlindnessandInsight Год назад +2

      @@colinellesmere That's a pretty one-note reading of The Waste Land. Eliot translated plenty of the foreign lines and references in the poem, ie- "unreal city" is an allusion to Baudelaire's "fourmillante cîté"; "I had not thought death had undone so many" a line translated from Inferno. Many Modernist writings defined themselves as multilingual spaces for sonorous effect, to convey an impression of the speaker in the text, or to make a point about their own reading. Writing it off as elitism is simplistic at best.

  • @andreaprodan5616
    @andreaprodan5616 5 лет назад +2

    Quite honestly the BEST thing I've heard in RUclips !!!!

  • @NaSamymDnie16400
    @NaSamymDnie16400 4 года назад +1

    >I read much of the night and go south in the winter
    WTF I love T.S. Eliot now

  • @vatsalsharma1056
    @vatsalsharma1056 Год назад +6

    It's a sin to put ads on this.

    • @tim24frames
      @tim24frames  Год назад +6

      I agree. It had a copyright claim against it and then the rights holders added the ads.

  • @timothyryan6018
    @timothyryan6018 2 года назад +11

    So strange and Psychedelic ..puts you in a trance as the words flow by forming images.
    Sounds like a Bob Dylan song.

    • @gonzalodavila7427
      @gonzalodavila7427 Год назад

      Eliot influes Dylan and influes a great part of progresive rock (like In the court of the crimson king and Selling England by the pound)

  • @bartmacaluso
    @bartmacaluso 5 лет назад +3

    Mr. Elliot wished to manufacture the great proceed in an attempt to negate the monstrosity of acceptable procession! So here we lay await upon the knock upon the door when the horror of the loss of our freedom is upon us... We re really in the right place and times in which we can succumb to reviving antique methods in the name or exnorating DESpotISM

  • @shawn_530
    @shawn_530 3 года назад +2

    Just amazing...

  • @RussellGeorge67
    @RussellGeorge67 2 месяца назад

    As I was going up the stair, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today, oh, how I wish he'd go away.

  • @priyacool2500
    @priyacool2500 4 года назад +3

    Fear in a handful of dust!

  • @vouloirx
    @vouloirx 8 лет назад +20

    The woman's voice is lovely. Anyone know who it is?

  • @josephcatalfamo4592
    @josephcatalfamo4592 2 года назад

    Absolutely amazing work of art

  • @one_love3145
    @one_love3145 7 лет назад +6

    10:36 - the fire sermon

  • @kirstenlogan5175
    @kirstenlogan5175 3 года назад +3

    قد يحميك الله ورعايتك 💜
    في أمان الله ☝ ️

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      @englishliterature00 2 года назад

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  • @LKD417
    @LKD417 4 года назад +5

    IV. Death by Water
    Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
    Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
    And the profit and loss.
    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.
    Gentile or Jew
    O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,
    Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

  • @lisalasoya2898
    @lisalasoya2898 Год назад

    This volume includes the full contents of Prufrock and other poems (1917) Poems (1920) and the waste land (1922) Together with an informative introduction and a selection of background material. First and foremost, the protagonist is starring right at you in this tutorial, which to me, indicates a plea for incentive, never mind the during or after, it should cost you and you. Whether, the combustion is costing you highly, he shou shou's you for him alone. Lisa

  • @valv674
    @valv674 3 года назад +2

    May anyone name all the reading voices, most preferably, in a chronological order? Thank you.

  • @ThePoliticrat
    @ThePoliticrat Год назад

    Eliot, Pound, and Kipling are S tier.

  • @luciusirving5926
    @luciusirving5926 3 года назад +7

    TS Eliot is awesome! More advanced than physics and manga combined (physics is cool; can't say the same about manga).

  • @seanod7157
    @seanod7157 6 лет назад +11

    Much better when Elliott reads it himself.

  • @SpongiformSpongee
    @SpongiformSpongee 5 лет назад +8

    he's so metal

  • @rajahya
    @rajahya 4 года назад +5

    April was our covid month full of death and isolation,stay at home,protect the NHS,SAVE LIVES said the hollow men who tested no one in care homes

  • @karenmichelle5767
    @karenmichelle5767 2 года назад +1

    Arthur y do u like this poem a lot? I never understood this poetry. My father used to bring his grand man violets he said to be nice she died in 1951. I heard a quote "Forgiveness is the scent a violet sheds on the HEEL that has crushed it." What does it mean I don't get it

  • @chauncedog60
    @chauncedog60 6 лет назад +3

    It would be nice if the captioned text was corrected!

  • @Aashaw32
    @Aashaw32 10 лет назад +32

    who is the lady reading?

    • @milissmaram1024
      @milissmaram1024 9 лет назад +3

      Angela Shaw who cares?

    • @RocheSimon
      @RocheSimon 9 лет назад +2

      Choraldiscourse Thanks, I was intrigued.

    • @RocheSimon
      @RocheSimon 9 лет назад +80

      miliss maram What a stupid thing to say.

  • @ericnicholson870
    @ericnicholson870 Год назад

    Great with different voices as well as Eliot's

  • @markoblazney6360
    @markoblazney6360 6 лет назад +3

    he wuz' a good one, he wuz'

  • @TrickyGrammar
    @TrickyGrammar 4 года назад +3

    Son of man
    You cannot know or guess
    For you know only a heap of broken images

  • @blake2105
    @blake2105 7 лет назад +13

    i'm doing a project o him and this is the only thing I can quote him on because all his poems are about sex. rip me

    • @emmaw3697
      @emmaw3697 6 лет назад +6

      this poem is about sex too lmao but its nonconsensual sex so.

    • @TomorrowWeLive
      @TomorrowWeLive 3 года назад +1

      what? No they're not.

    • @TomorrowWeLive
      @TomorrowWeLive 3 года назад +1

      @@emmaw3697 wrong.

    • @Marny5580
      @Marny5580 3 года назад

      "about sex" - rather like the bible, eh.

  • @abdrabu62
    @abdrabu62 6 лет назад +3

    I still remember studying The Waste Land in the last year in University. It was not an easy poem for non-native speakers of English.

    • @deedickens
      @deedickens 5 лет назад

      I'm about to study this for 3rd year of uni and am trying to get ahead of the game.

    • @TomorrowWeLive
      @TomorrowWeLive 3 года назад +6

      it's not an easy poem for native speakers either. But you must have it harder.

    • @Marny5580
      @Marny5580 3 года назад

      Not easy for born into American English did not make the poem easier, fear not. I was never taught how to dissect poetry, making too many more than difficult. I take what I need and leave the rest - as in all of Life, imnsho.

  • @charlesmugleston6144
    @charlesmugleston6144 6 лет назад +1

    Genius awakens Genius... Light delights in Light... Did you know that T.S.Eliot was awakened to his poetic 'mission' in life by reading Edward FitzGeralds world famous poem The Ruba'iya't of Omar Khayya'm ? Charles Mugleston Omar Khayyam Theatre Company

    • @hugolazaroaguilar4523
      @hugolazaroaguilar4523 4 года назад

      Espléndido comentario. Pero , ¿podrías decirme cuál es la fuente de tu comentario?

    • @spacemunky53
      @spacemunky53 4 года назад

      Mentored by ezra pound who then mentored mr eustace mullins.

  • @brucey5232
    @brucey5232 6 лет назад +6

    It seems to me this poem is about one thing---fear.

  • @christianpatten4758
    @christianpatten4758 7 лет назад +4

    line 135 at 8:22, "The hot water at ten." Is that when they receive hot water, like they order it and it's delivered? Those were the good days, wasn't it? What, do they take like three showers a day? lol

  • @intermezzo9660
    @intermezzo9660 3 года назад +3

    The Waste Land
    BY T. S. ELIOT
    FOR EZRA POUND
    IL MIGLIOR FABBRO
    I. The Burial of the Dead
    April is the cruellest month, breeding
    Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
    Memory and desire, stirring
    Dull roots with spring rain.
    Winter kept us warm, covering
    Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
    A little life with dried tubers.
    Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
    With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
    And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
    And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
    Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
    And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke’s,
    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.
    I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
    What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
    Out of this stony rubbish? 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. Only
    There is shadow under this red rock,
    (Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
    And I will show you something different from either
    Your shadow at morning striding behind you
    Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
    I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
    Frisch weht der Wind
    Der Heimat zu
    Mein Irisch Kind,
    Wo weilest du?
    “You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
    “They called me the hyacinth girl.”
    -Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
    Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
    Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
    Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
    Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
    Oed’ und leer das Meer.
    Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
    Had a bad cold, nevertheless
    Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,
    With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
    Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
    (Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
    Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
    The lady of situations.
    Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
    And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
    Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
    Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
    The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.
    I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
    Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
    Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
    One must be so careful these days.
    Unreal City,
    Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
    A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
    I had not thought death had undone so many.
    Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
    And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.
    Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
    To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
    With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
    There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying: “Stetson!
    “You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!
    “That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
    “Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
    “Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
    “Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men,
    “Or with his nails he’ll dig it up again!
    “You! hypocrite lecteur!-mon semblable,-mon frère!”

  • @zaymisa
    @zaymisa 8 лет назад +25

    r.i.p..ezra pound

    • @MrSottobanco
      @MrSottobanco 8 лет назад +2

      +Amina Temsamani The traitor?

    • @zaymisa
      @zaymisa 8 лет назад +5

      +MrSottobanco??? how did u get to that conclusion??? without Pound this guy woul be an unknown..

    • @MrSottobanco
      @MrSottobanco 8 лет назад +3

      Amina Temsamani I think it was him being put on trial for TREASON! the only reason he wasn't convicted and most likely EXECUTED was because he was declared INSANE.

    • @zaymisa
      @zaymisa 8 лет назад +2

      +MrSottobanco i dont want to get in to it but surly u must know we live in a backwards world if u check the facts you might find he was a tru patriot..check out the works of eustace mullins and then tell me he was a sell out.. plus he got out the insain assalyum after 12 years..thats just yale and oxford history..check out some organic knwledge and if u still think the same cool..just my thourts.. still love elliot..joyce..but without the edertings of pound they would b third rate..just my view😀

    • @MrSottobanco
      @MrSottobanco 8 лет назад

      Amina Temsamani He worked for MUSSOLINI and admired HITLER. Pull your head out of your posterior. He was a TRAITOR!

  • @annefernald9319
    @annefernald9319 5 лет назад +4

    This recording mixes Eliot's voice with other actors.

    •  5 лет назад +5

      oh really?

  • @bartmacaluso
    @bartmacaluso 6 лет назад +2

    A season is a metaphor... The worlds are, measures of facts in themselves yet the beings we know to consider in their dawning are confirmation of the eternally problematic..

  • @shawnmccuen6908
    @shawnmccuen6908 5 лет назад +1

    Was that Crowley?

  • @emmalynamy4790
    @emmalynamy4790 9 месяцев назад

    Hi everyone! I am currently studying this text and it is brilliant! I am completely mazed by it! I have a question though, why are some parts ready by a lady? and who is this lady?

  • @abdelrahmanmustafa8937
    @abdelrahmanmustafa8937 Месяц назад

    Come in under the shadow of this RED ROCK 🪨

  • @gulsendeniz53
    @gulsendeniz53 2 года назад +1

    Does someone else start reading after the first couple of minutes?

    • @lermannarrator
      @lermannarrator 2 года назад

      yes, a woman reads after a few minutes. FRAUD!

  • @graceann147
    @graceann147 Год назад

    can someone explain this to me?

  • @johngault6218
    @johngault6218 4 года назад +3

    Ayn, please find me. I am 74 almost.

  • @anandalowe6765
    @anandalowe6765 4 года назад

    brilliant. love this.

  • @fredcyr3885
    @fredcyr3885 7 лет назад +5

    Jeremy irons

  • @leomoore3597
    @leomoore3597 4 года назад +1

    I think a Haiku could convey the same sentiment in a couple of lines !

    • @moch.farisdzulfiqar6123
      @moch.farisdzulfiqar6123 4 года назад

      Considering Eliot and Erzra Pound corespondence, haiku and Chinese poem are influenced their style which known as 'imagism'.
      Btw, Shiki and Issa haiku did come to my mind.

    • @TomorrowWeLive
      @TomorrowWeLive 3 года назад +3

      go on then

    • @hridayee_empowers
      @hridayee_empowers 3 года назад

      nothing as profound as this masterpiece

    • @colinellesmere
      @colinellesmere 3 года назад +3

      No way. I love Haikus. Ezra Pound and Elliot both knew certain Tang poetry styles which are very similar to Haikus and they knew about Haikus. You cant compare the two forms and shouldnt try. Haikus are evocative. The Wasteland is an epic in my view.

  • @FreddyWangNX
    @FreddyWangNX 10 месяцев назад +1

    Thought he grew up in Missouri….

  • @snaporaz4882
    @snaporaz4882 8 лет назад +8

    Ted Hughes,second voice...

  • @borokastinghe8826
    @borokastinghe8826 5 лет назад +1

    Is this the whole poem?

  • @captikus78
    @captikus78 3 года назад +1

    he do the police in different voices

  • @ToadInTheWoods
    @ToadInTheWoods 6 лет назад +4

    The misleading title of this video...is it meant to be intentionally deceptive? I think so. It is certainly a falsehood--I would call it a lie.

    • @ronandrews7594
      @ronandrews7594 3 года назад +1

      It's Eliot but he do the police in different voices.

  • @lucyfisher8347
    @lucyfisher8347 10 лет назад +1

    Who is reading Madame Sosostris?

    • @MrOzzy281
      @MrOzzy281 9 лет назад +2

      +Lucy Fisher Some bird with the tang of the Thames.