Thread: You: Eliot Idyll

Removed by a self-believing artist

Hoot, once again, a very sophisticated, erudite poem. Your structure in parts. First thing that came to mind was Elliot's "The Wasteland". Then your title "You: Elliot Idyll". Some connection here? Or am I just connecting dots for naught? Nervertheless, I read some of Elliot here. Perhaps your muse?

It takes three blue to love you
dishonest, regretful

I like the internal rhyme. Is there a way you can make "three blue" less obsucure?

Rome beneath a table
instead of your Sparta
where you are the belly-thief

Imagery great! Who is the laconphile? "Your Sparta" The sergeant? Who might he represent?

And you, dolorous Mother

One of my favorite words. So much better than the "sad" sad.

your flamboyant halo street
situated on beaded chairs in
high-rises

What can get better then this. But I know there's more to come.

Memories, like pains in time,
you, Eliot, hoarding
Bohemian songs, singing but
dare not laughing beyond
a crackle inside a dead museum
and, sometimes the sky is
blood soaked by Devils when
women are exquisite
stenographers

Very interesting but curious stanza. The enigmatic Elliot, here. And the highlighted is spectacular.

Hoot, I could go on forever and with delight but I fear my brain would hurt, reading more into your fascinating literary journey. What I would love to hear: You explaining, summarizing this poem. Supurb. Laurie

Eliot Idyll is a friend of mine, just as down, cynical, and wonderful as T.S. My muses, cause really we all have many of 'em, are lovers and artists. Most of my poetry or prose allows the tone or essence of the piece to hold its meaning, allowing the images, related in various ways to an actual concrete subject, to carry the reader through the emotions of the vision. If you'd like an explanation of some passages, I'd gladly send you a PM. Thanks Silver, your appreciation is always welcome.

- Hoot

You're welcome, Hoot. Will take you up on it. Send me a PM!