i'm 32 diving into things like poetry and philosophy finally in my life. wish i had more of an interest in uni and school, but i was distracted by other things when i was younger like games. it's hard to really appreciate having access to courses like this with such trivial ease, but i'm glad i finally came around.
It’s fascinating to see the interpretation of a Christian man; to see this poem sexualized , I’ve been studying the poem for some time now , and have never made the connection . Thank you for the video I look forward to more .
this is brilliant. i have lived with this poem for the past 35 years most uncomfortably because it seemed so impenetrable. you have helped to cut through the fog, the smoke that curled around me brain every time I sat down to re-read the poem
Thanku so much Professor for this wonderful explanation... you literally renounced the professional jargon... hope you are healthy and happy.... lots of respect all the way from India 🙏🏻
Following on your earlier lecture about the influence of naturalism, I believe this poem is best interpreted as an exlempar of Darwinian cultural evolution. I accept your point about Eliot being a Classissist but I feel that explaining the poem as an argument between realism and romanticism just touches the surface. You were right to say that Eliot was burdened by naturalism and in his first published work he truly shows us how. He chooses a Classical form ...a love song. There is no reason to attribute the lovesong to J. Alfred Prufrock, but natural science would name his being (so it is named) however Prufrock ironically asks in two ways if his classification (ie his name) is correct: 1) am I a pair of claws ...2) am I a man (you explained that question). Also the portarayal of body parts in the poem is not gruesome at all, in fact it is like a love song of natural scientists studying these parts. They are beautiful in the poem, even the severed head is beautiful because it is not just the poet's nod to religion, it's a broad metaphor. There is nothing distasteful when Prufrock notices downy hair on arms ...he also notices his thinning hair in the same way ...it's very human. Also you made not mention of Time in this, but it's VERY IMPORTANT. Beginning with the line ... The evening is spread out against the sky like a patient etherized upon a table...this describes the MOMENT. Time is measured by our internal clock by the changes in space, however Prufrock cannot move in this space and neither can the space! The sky must stay still for this moment...because there will be time, there will be time (meaning new definitions of time and how we percieve it according to Darwin). He **does not travel the streets**, he even asks if he should begin (ie start time ) by saying that he did, and should he tread the streets that follow (after the Roman Roads et. al). Oh the smoke...the yellow smoke. Why is it yellow? Why does Prufrock even notice it? Because it has light in it and light shows movement through time. So he stills the observation. He even cloaks the women in this stillness once constructed. The women who come and go, through rooms (like streets) talking of Michelango..who move through natural history. What that's about? Basically it highlights the 40K years of archeological and anthropological history that must be explained through a Darwinian framework of cultural evolution. Even the Epigraph is chosen for it's reference to naturalism. That is, if the story makes it out of hell it is **selected to do so**, and will therefore make its contribution to cultural evolution. The "sawdust" and "oyster shells" are about natural history. See the Pinnacles in Australia ...limestone that grew from trees and shells, and Gobecki Tepi that recreates them, and obviously the forest habitat of hunter gatherers is also a "sawdust restaurant". "That would be, Isuppose, the footmen being Time" you said... Time is everything in this. If he locks gazes with one of the women time will REALLY stop. But since he doesn't, and will not ask the question (modernism you said) (which is ... does Natural science explain everything ...and will my art evolve culture...). The black and white imagery for the ocean (like pages, like his poem), the drowning in the ocean: a pugilistic play on the Inferno. Settling a pillow ...that shows civilization. That situation is one where Prufrock decides that life itself, the contiuation of human life and culture, does not observe the rules of science, so the argument is not worthwhile. Natural science wins.
It seems there is a consensus that the poem has a lot to do with Prufrock wanting to make a proposal to a woman, but I keep asking myself how can we be sure of that? Is it the only logical inference from the little info we are given? Is it necessarily the case?
Can you please suggest a few books for further reading Sir ? I really need some. I am searching for your books on Eliot or especially on Prufrock. I'll be thankful if you just guide me.
I used to think that the Inferno quote was saying "Prufrock didn't expect you to read this." But, as of today, I think it's saying "yeah, you're in Hell, too, so I may as well tell you."
@@Me_ThatsWho I understood it to be that Prufrock has false teeth. When T.S. Eliot was writing, the fitting of false teeth were probably not so good, and eating a peach in public might be embarrassing if his teeth slip out.
@@ronaldchevalier9458 Nice. That hadn't occurred to me. I assumed it was because peaches, especially in older folks, can lead to (shall we say) an abrupt need to use the restroom
What a crashing, bombastic bore and he doesn't even touch on the true meaning of Prufrock, the quesion of life and death...to be or not to be....a one-dimensional, incomplete and eventually unsatisfying analysis. Can't imagine sitting in this man's class. .
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i'm 32 diving into things like poetry and philosophy finally in my life. wish i had more of an interest in uni and school, but i was distracted by other things when i was younger like games. it's hard to really appreciate having access to courses like this with such trivial ease, but i'm glad i finally came around.
31 here, totally the same.
this was fantastic. Job well done. You brought that poem to life. Thank you.
A very convincing reading - the realist and romantic voices pitted against one another
It’s fascinating to see the interpretation of a Christian man; to see this poem sexualized , I’ve been studying the poem for some time now , and have never made the connection . Thank you for the video I look forward to more .
Great lecture, and the whole course is probably the most well-done piece on Eliot there is to find.
Thanks so much for your work.
this is brilliant. i have lived with this poem for the past 35 years most uncomfortably because it seemed so impenetrable. you have helped to cut through the fog, the smoke that curled around me brain every time I sat down to re-read the poem
thank you so much Professor Strandberg, I studied Eliot from your lessons for my English literature exam, and I passed it with a very good grade!
Without doubt, this gentleman is so immensely eloquent! Thankyou so much sir ! I wish you do Yeats as well!
Your contribution is really valuable and unusual. Thank you very much!
Thanks - diving deep into one of my favorite poems never gets old!
What a lovely love song!
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NoThirdTempleOnMountMoriah
Je ne rêve plus
Je ne fume plus
Je n'ai même plus d'histoire
Je suis sale sans toi
Je suis laide sans toi
Comme une orpheline dans un dortoir
Je n'ai plus envie
De vivre ma vie
Ma vie cesse quand tu pars
Je n'ai plus de vie
Et même mon lit
Se transforme en quai de gare
Quand tu t'en vas
Je suis malade
Complètement malade
Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir
Et qu'elle me laissait seule avec mon désespoir
Je suis malade
Parfaitement malade
T'arrives on ne sait jamais quand
Tu pars on ne sait jamais où
Et ça va faire bientôt deux ans
Que tu t'en fous
Comme à un rocher
Comme à un péché
Je suis accroché à toi
Je suis fatiguée, je suis épuisée
De faire semblant d'être heureuse
Quand ils sont là
Je bois toutes les nuits
Et tous les whiskys
Pour moi ont le même goût
Et tous les bateaux
Portent ton drapeau
Je ne sais plus où aller tu es partout
Je suis malade
Complètement malade
Je verse mon sang dans ton corps
Et je suis comme un oiseau mort
Quand toi tu dors
Je suis malade
Parfaitement malade
Tu m'as privée de tous mes chants
Tu m'as vidée de tous mes mots
Pourtant moi j'avais du talent
Avant ta peau
Cet amour me tue
Si ça continue
Je crèverai seule avec moi
Près de ma radio
Comme un gosse idiot
En écoutant ma propre voix qui chantera
Je suis malade
Complètement malade
Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir
Et qu'elle me laissait seule avec mon désespoir
Je suis malade
C'est ça
Je suis malade
Tu m'as privée de tous mes chants
Tu m'as vidée de tous mes mots
Et j'ai le cœur complètement malade
Cerné de barricades
T'entends
Je suis malade
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Thank you very much for this lectures. I congratulate you from Brazil.
Congratulations sir Victor Strandberg..My respect tou you from Greece.Fantastic lecture.
That was an amazing lecture now I can enjoy the poem even more
Thank you for your videos! I've enjoyed all the information greatly.
My favorite poem out there. Eliot was a true genius. 🖤 thank you sir. 🖤
Thank you for this Prof. Strandberg. This helped me immensely in my studies!
Thank you very much. Your lectur is perfect. Enjoyed each and every second. ⚘
Wonderful wonderful wonderful! I couldn't thank you more!!!
Thanku so much Professor for this wonderful explanation... you literally renounced the professional jargon... hope you are healthy and happy.... lots of respect all the way from India 🙏🏻
Thank you for your service!
Thank you professor. Best lectures ever.
It was fantastic... I loved it. Thank you so much for the excellent lecture ❤️❤️❤️
Love this old professor. Intoxicating voice!
Beautifully explained! Always wanted to understand T.S. Eliot.
What a lovely love song!
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NoThirdTempleOnMountMoriah
Je ne rêve plus
Je ne fume plus
Je n'ai même plus d'histoire
Je suis sale sans toi
Je suis laide sans toi
Comme une orpheline dans un dortoir
Je n'ai plus envie
De vivre ma vie
Ma vie cesse quand tu pars
Je n'ai plus de vie
Et même mon lit
Se transforme en quai de gare
Quand tu t'en vas
Je suis malade
Complètement malade
Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir
Et qu'elle me laissait seule avec mon désespoir
Je suis malade
Parfaitement malade
T'arrives on ne sait jamais quand
Tu pars on ne sait jamais où
Et ça va faire bientôt deux ans
Que tu t'en fous
Comme à un rocher
Comme à un péché
Je suis accroché à toi
Je suis fatiguée, je suis épuisée
De faire semblant d'être heureuse
Quand ils sont là
Je bois toutes les nuits
Et tous les whiskys
Pour moi ont le même goût
Et tous les bateaux
Portent ton drapeau
Je ne sais plus où aller tu es partout
Je suis malade
Complètement malade
Je verse mon sang dans ton corps
Et je suis comme un oiseau mort
Quand toi tu dors
Je suis malade
Parfaitement malade
Tu m'as privée de tous mes chants
Tu m'as vidée de tous mes mots
Pourtant moi j'avais du talent
Avant ta peau
Cet amour me tue
Si ça continue
Je crèverai seule avec moi
Près de ma radio
Comme un gosse idiot
En écoutant ma propre voix qui chantera
Je suis malade
Complètement malade
Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir
Et qu'elle me laissait seule avec mon désespoir
Je suis malade
C'est ça
Je suis malade
Tu m'as privée de tous mes chants
Tu m'as vidée de tous mes mots
Et j'ai le cœur complètement malade
Cerné de barricades
T'entends
Je suis malade
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Songwriters: Alice Dona / Serge Lama
Je Suis Malade lyrics © P.E.S.L (Productions et Editions Serge Lama)
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Well done uncle very nice explanation
From Pakistan
Thank you for your splendid explanation of this great poem
Your explanation helps me a lot to understand this great poetry. Thanks a lot SIR.
From India.
This is just a wonderful explanation. Really helpful. Thankyou.
Thank you sir for your valuable insights. Great video
This was amazing! Thank you!
Thank you so much for this wonderful lecture. Adnan Adil, Pakistan
Lovely poem and wonderful explanation. Thank you sir.
This is so well explained and devoid of all the usual waffle associated with literary criticism.
Excellent video. Thank you.
Following on your earlier lecture about the influence of naturalism, I believe this poem is best interpreted as an exlempar of Darwinian cultural evolution. I accept your point about Eliot being a Classissist but I feel that explaining the poem as an argument between realism and romanticism just touches the surface. You were right to say that Eliot was burdened by naturalism and in his first published work he truly shows us how. He chooses a Classical form ...a love song. There is no reason to attribute the lovesong to J. Alfred Prufrock, but natural science would name his being (so it is named) however Prufrock ironically asks in two ways if his classification (ie his name) is correct: 1) am I a pair of claws ...2) am I a man (you explained that question). Also the portarayal of body parts in the poem is not gruesome at all, in fact it is like a love song of natural scientists studying these parts. They are beautiful in the poem, even the severed head is beautiful because it is not just the poet's nod to religion, it's a broad metaphor. There is nothing distasteful when Prufrock notices downy hair on arms ...he also notices his thinning hair in the same way ...it's very human. Also you made not mention of Time in this, but it's VERY IMPORTANT. Beginning with the line ... The evening is spread out against the sky like a patient etherized upon a table...this describes the MOMENT. Time is measured by our internal clock by the changes in space, however Prufrock cannot move in this space and neither can the space! The sky must stay still for this moment...because there will be time, there will be time (meaning new definitions of time and how we percieve it according to Darwin). He **does not travel the streets**, he even asks if he should begin (ie start time ) by saying that he did, and should he tread the streets that follow (after the Roman Roads et. al). Oh the smoke...the yellow smoke. Why is it yellow? Why does Prufrock even notice it? Because it has light in it and light shows movement through time. So he stills the observation. He even cloaks the women in this stillness once constructed. The women who come and go, through rooms (like streets) talking of Michelango..who move through natural history. What that's about? Basically it highlights the 40K years of archeological and anthropological history that must be explained through a Darwinian framework of cultural evolution. Even the Epigraph is chosen for it's reference to naturalism. That is, if the story makes it out of hell it is **selected to do so**, and will therefore make its contribution to cultural evolution. The "sawdust" and "oyster shells" are about natural history. See the Pinnacles in Australia ...limestone that grew from trees and shells, and Gobecki Tepi that recreates them, and obviously the forest habitat of hunter gatherers is also a "sawdust restaurant". "That would be, Isuppose, the footmen being Time" you said... Time is everything in this. If he locks gazes with one of the women time will REALLY stop. But since he doesn't, and will not ask the question (modernism you said) (which is ... does Natural science explain everything ...and will my art evolve culture...). The black and white imagery for the ocean (like pages, like his poem), the drowning in the ocean: a pugilistic play on the Inferno. Settling a pillow ...that shows civilization. That situation is one where Prufrock decides that life itself, the contiuation of human life and culture, does not observe the rules of science, so the argument is not worthwhile. Natural science wins.
Amazing!! Thank you, sir!
It seems there is a consensus that the poem has a lot to do with Prufrock wanting to make a proposal to a woman, but I keep asking myself how can we be sure of that? Is it the only logical inference from the little info we are given? Is it necessarily the case?
amazing voice & great help it was. hope I'll also get a discussion on 'Ash Wednesday' by you.
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Fantastic lecture.
thanks big man lad man boss man
Love it's. Thank you
Great video
Thank you for the succinct analysis
Thank you for the great lecture sir!
Sometimes in between things were a little bit unclear...but those were negligible...
Overall great job sir!😄
You sound so intellectual and eloquent yet I can understand exactly what you mean which makes me feel smart when I'm really not Haha, thank you!
Can you please suggest a few books for further reading Sir ? I really need some. I am searching for your books on Eliot or especially on Prufrock.
I'll be thankful if you just guide me.
Beautiful analysis
Very very helpful, thank you!
What a lovely love song!
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NoThirdTempleOnMountMoriah
Je ne rêve plus
Je ne fume plus
Je n'ai même plus d'histoire
Je suis sale sans toi
Je suis laide sans toi
Comme une orpheline dans un dortoir
Je n'ai plus envie
De vivre ma vie
Ma vie cesse quand tu pars
Je n'ai plus de vie
Et même mon lit
Se transforme en quai de gare
Quand tu t'en vas
Je suis malade
Complètement malade
Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir
Et qu'elle me laissait seule avec mon désespoir
Je suis malade
Parfaitement malade
T'arrives on ne sait jamais quand
Tu pars on ne sait jamais où
Et ça va faire bientôt deux ans
Que tu t'en fous
Comme à un rocher
Comme à un péché
Je suis accroché à toi
Je suis fatiguée, je suis épuisée
De faire semblant d'être heureuse
Quand ils sont là
Je bois toutes les nuits
Et tous les whiskys
Pour moi ont le même goût
Et tous les bateaux
Portent ton drapeau
Je ne sais plus où aller tu es partout
Je suis malade
Complètement malade
Je verse mon sang dans ton corps
Et je suis comme un oiseau mort
Quand toi tu dors
Je suis malade
Parfaitement malade
Tu m'as privée de tous mes chants
Tu m'as vidée de tous mes mots
Pourtant moi j'avais du talent
Avant ta peau
Cet amour me tue
Si ça continue
Je crèverai seule avec moi
Près de ma radio
Comme un gosse idiot
En écoutant ma propre voix qui chantera
Je suis malade
Complètement malade
Comme quand ma mère sortait le soir
Et qu'elle me laissait seule avec mon désespoir
Je suis malade
C'est ça
Je suis malade
Tu m'as privée de tous mes chants
Tu m'as vidée de tous mes mots
Et j'ai le cœur complètement malade
Cerné de barricades
T'entends
Je suis malade
Translate to English
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Alice Dona / Serge Lama
Je Suis Malade lyrics © P.E.S.L (Productions et Editions Serge Lama)
ruclips.net/video/kI_mLO65ito/видео.html
thank you sir.....it was very helpful...
Extremely helpful
U have a great voice.
Thank you!!
How to cite this video?
I used to think that the Inferno quote was saying "Prufrock didn't expect you to read this." But, as of today, I think it's saying "yeah, you're in Hell, too, so I may as well tell you."
thank you sir
I think it a very existential poem
nicely explained ...
The peach is not a reference to potential digestive issues, but more realistically a pine for peachy cheeks.
But I think you got the bit about the peach wrong
Zarnticolz Rum I agree
A wonderful educational video with brilliant clarity. Thank you
how ? do you think the point was that a peach is messy, too messy for Prufrock ? or was it sexual innuendo ?
@@Me_ThatsWho I understood it to be that Prufrock has false teeth. When T.S. Eliot was writing, the fitting of false teeth were probably not so good, and eating a peach in public might be embarrassing if his teeth slip out.
@@ronaldchevalier9458 Nice. That hadn't occurred to me. I assumed it was because peaches, especially in older folks, can lead to (shall we say) an abrupt need to use the restroom
wys about hairy arms
"the awful human burden of too much self knowledge." 👏
11:33 that scared me so much
Hello sir
Is it me, or is this professor scrumtious?
Fragmentation.
Not a thorough analysis of poem needs more deep penetration into the split personality of Mr. Prufrock.
What a crashing, bombastic bore and he doesn't even touch on the true meaning of Prufrock, the quesion of life and death...to be or not to be....a one-dimensional, incomplete and eventually unsatisfying analysis. Can't imagine sitting in this man's class.
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