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T.S. Eliot (1888 – 1965). Nick DiPreta Alex Wysota. Biography. Born St. Louis Missouri as Thomas Stern Elliot Philosophy Major Schoolmaster and bank clerk Founder/Editor 17 years of literary journal Criterion Received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948. Why Is He So Important?.
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T.S. Eliot(1888 – 1965) Nick DiPreta Alex Wysota
Biography • Born St. Louis Missouri as Thomas Stern Elliot • Philosophy Major • Schoolmaster and bank clerk • Founder/Editor 17 years of literary journal Criterion • Received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948
Why Is He So Important? • The Nobel Prize in Literature 1948 • Poetry should represent the complexities of society, creating complex poems • Expressed disillusionment of a younger post WWI generation • “The only way of expressing emotion in the form of art is by finding an ‘objective correlative’” – T.S. Eliot
The Purpose of Preludes • Preludes is divided into 4 parts. • Each part represents a different part of day • Eliot’s Preludes served to show the negativities in city life • Eliot’s disillusionment in society become obvious as Preludes continues to show a day in the city.
Preludes (I) The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps Of withered leaves about your feet And newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beat On broken blinds and chimney-pots, And at the corner of the street A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps. And then the lighting of the lamps. • z The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps Of withered leaves about your feet And newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beat On broken blinds and chimney-pots, And at the corner of the street A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps. And then the lighting of the lamps.
Preludes (IV) His soul stretched tight across the skies That fade behind a city block, Or trampled by insistent feet At four and five and six o’clock; And short square fingers stuffing pipes, And evening newspapers, and eyes Assured of certain certainties, The conscience of a blackened street Impatient to assume the world. I am moved by fancies that are curled Around these images, and cling: The notion of some infinitely gentle Infinitely suffering thing. Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh; The worlds revolve like ancient women Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
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