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3/14/2016 1:29:25 AM
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Do you think the poetry of TS Eliot is still as relevant to the cultural landscape today as it was when it was originally written?
English
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Poetry relevant? No
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And that is why we're still in the waste land.
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Poetry has it's uses but it wont build bridges and roads, plant crops and raise animals for food, mine for minerals and oil, nor will it affect commerce, establish trade relations or aid in foreign policy affairs. It will not pay the bills nor put food on the table, but there are lessons in poetry and some are fascinated by it...... I like many others are more interested in doing rather than reading about others that do.
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Fair point. And the world needs your type as well, but don't be so quick discount poetry. Poetry Is the underlying heartbeat of a culture as much as you and yours are the arms. Take the May fourth movement in China for example. There was a ton of underlying discontent that eventually culminated in a revolution, but not for a long time. The first signs came out in their poetry instead of anything physical. As ironic as it is, this discussion is reminiscent of a poem. Frost's Mending Wall if you're interested. It's not long, under a page
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Read through it, and its tough for me to find much other than the literal meaning..... the point as i read it, like he says "good fences make good neighbors". That i can mostly agree with, as cynical as it sounds.
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Thanks for taking the time to check it out. One point as I read it is that the wall is unnatural. Nature itself rises up to destroy it each year, and it must be repaired. When they build and rebuild the wall, they're fighting the natural order and nearly resorting to magic, (use some spell to make them balance) which in poetry often symbolizes total dominance over nature. But it only works until they look away. Then you have the two characters: one that follows what he's always done (repeating good fences make good neighbors and never really questioning it, just accepting it as the truth as his father did and one that senses that something incorporeal and almost imperceptible that wants the wall down (call it nature or the natural order of things or a natural ideal). The poem ends on a sad note. As the narrator is having this transcendent moment where he realizes that the wall is unnecessary and questioning its existence entirely (I'd ask to know what I was walling in or walling out and to whom I was like to give offence), the neighbor appears like a savage living in darkness. When presented with the opportunity to think for himself and question the way things have always been done, the neighbor rejects it and sinks into his father's words (which he believes he thought of by himself). So you have the wall and what it means, you have two opposite characters one their sides of the wall, and you have a kind of growing versus stagnating binary going on on either side of the wall. That's how I see it anyway
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I'll check it out.... Just dont hold your breath about me being blown away by it :)
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Haha, no worries. Poetry is a bit of an acquired taste
