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T.S. Eliot . Biography. by Anthony Domestico and Pericles Lewis. For many readers, T.S. Eliot (1888-1965) is synonymous with modernism. Everything about his poetry bespeaks high modernism: its use of myth to undergird and order atomized modern experience; its collage-like juxtaposition of different voices, traditions, and discourses; and its focus on form as the carrier of meaning.
The Complete Prose of T. S. Eliot. Professor Ronald Schuchard introduces The Complete Prose of T. S. Eliot: The Critical Edition. As one of the most prolific prose masters of his age, T. S. Eliot published several volumes of essays that have had an immeasurable impact on literature, culture, and the humanities worldwide.
edit data. Thomas Stearns Eliot was a poet, dramatist and literary critic. He received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948 "for his outstanding, pioneer contribution to present-day poetry." He wrote the poems The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, The Waste Land, The Hollow Men, Ash Wednesday, and Four Quartets; the plays Murder in the ...
Russell left behind his first impressions of T. S. Eliot in a letter that possibly inaugurated the now-standard fiction of the poet as representing a final, repressed branch of the old Boston Brahmans: My pupil Eliot was there—the only one who is civilized, and he is ultra-civilized, knows his classics very well, is familiar with all French ...
It’s an image repeated to the point of cliché in subsequent centuries. But in the waste land of T.S. Eliot’s modern world, amid the ruins of World War I, the Chaucerian image of a fertile and resurrective April becomes suffused with cruelty. It is, ironically, winter that “kept us warm.”.
Oct 12, 2016 · Besides Eliot’s own words, the site features new essays on his life and work from authorities in Eliot studies, and is illustrated with some previously unseen photographs. Our new site is also the online focal point for the activities of the T. S. Eliot Foundation. It hosts the T. S. Eliot Poetry Prize and will feature the announcement of the ...
Preludes. With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps. And then the lighting of the lamps. To early coffee-stands. In a thousand furnished rooms. They flickered against the ceiling.
