{"id":5151,"date":"2014-07-09T21:39:34","date_gmt":"2014-07-10T01:39:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chuckzumbrun.net\/?p=5151"},"modified":"2014-07-09T21:39:34","modified_gmt":"2014-07-10T01:39:34","slug":"prickly-pears","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/chuckzumbrun.net\/?p=5151","title":{"rendered":"Prickly Pears"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Standing around Dad&#8217;s bed at the hospital today, and discussing T.S. Eliot.  <\/p>\n<div style=\"margin:10px; padding: 10px; background: #FFFEEB; border: 1px solid black;\">\n<b>The Hollow Man<\/b>, <i>by T.S. Eliot<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Mistah Kurtz\u2014he dead.<\/p>\n<p>A penny for the Old Guy<\/p>\n<p><b>I<\/b><br \/>\nWe are the hollow men<br \/>\nWe are the stuffed men<br \/>\nLeaning together<br \/>\nHeadpiece filled with straw. Alas!<br \/>\nOur dried voices, when<br \/>\nWe whisper together<br \/>\nAre quiet and meaningless<br \/>\nAs wind in dry grass<br \/>\nOr rats&#8217; feet over broken glass<br \/>\nIn our dry cellar<\/p>\n<p>Shape without form, shade without colour,<br \/>\nParalysed force, gesture without motion;<\/p>\n<p>Those who have crossed<br \/>\nWith direct eyes, to death&#8217;s other Kingdom<br \/>\nRemember us\u2014if at all\u2014not as lost<br \/>\nViolent souls, but only<br \/>\nAs the hollow men<br \/>\nThe stuffed men.<\/p>\n<p><b>II<\/b><br \/>\nEyes I dare not meet in dreams<br \/>\nIn death&#8217;s dream kingdom<br \/>\nThese do not appear:<br \/>\nThere, the eyes are<br \/>\nSunlight on a broken column<br \/>\nThere, is a tree swinging<br \/>\nAnd voices are<br \/>\nIn the wind&#8217;s singing<br \/>\nMore distant and more solemn<br \/>\nThan a fading star.<\/p>\n<p>Let me be no nearer<br \/>\nIn death&#8217;s dream kingdom<br \/>\nLet me also wear<br \/>\nSuch deliberate disguises<br \/>\nRat&#8217;s coat, crowskin, crossed staves<br \/>\nIn a field<br \/>\nBehaving as the wind behaves<br \/>\nNo nearer\u2014<\/p>\n<p>Not that final meeting<br \/>\nIn the twilight kingdom<\/p>\n<p><b>III<\/b><br \/>\nThis is the dead land<br \/>\nThis is cactus land<br \/>\nHere the stone images<br \/>\nAre raised, here they receive<br \/>\nThe supplication of a dead man&#8217;s hand<br \/>\nUnder the twinkle of a fading star.<\/p>\n<p>Is it like this<br \/>\nIn death&#8217;s other kingdom<br \/>\nWaking alone<br \/>\nAt the hour when we are<br \/>\nTrembling with tenderness<br \/>\nLips that would kiss<br \/>\nForm prayers to broken stone.<\/p>\n<p><b>IV<\/b><br \/>\nThe eyes are not here<br \/>\nThere are no eyes here<br \/>\nIn this valley of dying stars<br \/>\nIn this hollow valley<br \/>\nThis broken jaw of our lost kingdoms<\/p>\n<p>In this last of meeting places<br \/>\nWe grope together<br \/>\nAnd avoid speech<br \/>\nGathered on this beach of the tumid river<\/p>\n<p>Sightless, unless<br \/>\nThe eyes reappear<br \/>\nAs the perpetual star<br \/>\nMultifoliate rose<br \/>\nOf death&#8217;s twilight kingdom<br \/>\nThe hope only<br \/>\nOf empty men.<\/p>\n<p><b>V<\/b><br \/>\nHere we go round the prickly pear<br \/>\nPrickly pear prickly pear<br \/>\nHere we go round the prickly pear<br \/>\nAt five o&#8217;clock in the morning.<\/p>\n<p>Between the idea<br \/>\nAnd the reality<br \/>\nBetween the motion<br \/>\nAnd the act<br \/>\nFalls the Shadow<br \/>\nFor Thine is the Kingdom<\/p>\n<p>Between the conception<br \/>\nAnd the creation<br \/>\nBetween the emotion<br \/>\nAnd the response<br \/>\nFalls the Shadow<br \/>\nLife is very long<\/p>\n<p>Between the desire<br \/>\nAnd the spasm<br \/>\nBetween the potency<br \/>\nAnd the existence<br \/>\nBetween the essence<br \/>\nAnd the descent<br \/>\nFalls the Shadow<br \/>\nFor Thine is the Kingdom<\/p>\n<p>For Thine is<br \/>\nLife is<br \/>\nFor Thine is the<\/p>\n<p>This is the way the world ends<br \/>\nThis is the way the world ends<br \/>\nThis is the way the world ends<br \/>\nNot with a bang but a whimper.\n<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Please Lord, mercy. Is that too much to ask?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Standing around Dad&#8217;s bed at the hospital today, and discussing T.S.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5151","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-me"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/chuckzumbrun.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5151","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/chuckzumbrun.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/chuckzumbrun.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chuckzumbrun.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chuckzumbrun.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5151"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/chuckzumbrun.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5151\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/chuckzumbrun.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5151"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chuckzumbrun.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5151"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/chuckzumbrun.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5151"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}