Hollow Men Explication :: English Literature

Hollow workforce ExplicationWe are the excavate menWe are the stuffed men Empty and full. Considering the verbalizer ofthis fraternity of contradictions is a singular universe (it can be ahuman, or even a rock) representing the many of its kind, it resemblesthe likes of a scarecrow or perhaps a mannequin along the lines ofthose seen on CNN representing a scouring with a monstrously big nose puton flames. A scare crow with straw. Stuffed to the brims. A substancelacking substantiality. The straw is the substance, hardly eachindividual straw is hollow, light, one nuance of color even so togetherthey make a tendency one of either being a mockery of what the U.N.puts in its record books of the only super place in the beginning ofthe 21st century or scaring crows away. There is a purpose amongsthollow grounds, a purpose for the straw to be compacted together. Andalas, that purpose is accomplished when a we is achieved not an I.Leaning together Headpiece make full with straw. Ala sThis reconfirms my suspicions of flitting together to achieve astatute of social approval, of a status that determines the purpose tobe one of those flirting with the positive. And all they start out to do islean their heads, even the heads that are full of straw, in avirtually neuron encapsulated skull. Lean over, and take a toast totheir drinks a mere tink of the tumblers even scotch couldnt have ato a greater extent satisfying alas signaling a finality of finite relief.Our desiccated voices, whenWe whisper togetherAre quiet and meaninglessAs rove in dry grassOr rats feet over broken screwballIn our dry cellar Hollow voices, negatively charged the dew of moisture. Yet this style is a complete antithesis of my hastily drawn theory within the while frame of how long my eye lids can venture off as those determinedjackasses to avoid flitting down (yes Mr. Little, my very owntestament of 2 o clock wanderings into Hallow Men turn over somehollow stones themselves, but Im not compla ining, enjoy). Quiteliterally, as Im taking this metaphor minus the allusions I stronglysuspect this poem to have (perhaps even borrowed???), convention amongthemselves produces no rate of success, for the meeting bears no vitalresult. But whom is to rent that it is a vital result which implies asuccess, is what out scarecrow is hard to vouch after? Elliotbrushes out a downcast mood on canvas, seemingly a sketch of shadowsas a precursor to more(prenominal) feet sliding across shards of glass. As for theresult of a conference, it can in any case point to the non-existence of