The hollow men

Mistah Kurtz – he dead

A penny for the Old Guy

                       I

We are the hollow men

We are the stuffed men

Leaning together

Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!

Our dried voices, when

We whisper together

Are quiet and meaningless

As wind in dry grass

Or rats’ feet over broken glass

In our dry cellar

 

Shape without form, shade without colour,

Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

 

Those who have crossed

With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom

Remember us-if at all-not as lost

Violent souls, but only

As the hollow men

The stuffed men

WorldWarITrenches
När det regnade vattenfylldes skyttegravarna och allt blev till lera. De plågades av även råttor och för att gå på toaletten var man tvungen att gå UPP ur skyttegraven. De döda staplades där nere tills man kunde frakta bort dem. Från slaget vid Somme.

    
                              II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams

In death’s dream kingdom

These do not appear:

There, the eyes are

Sunlight on a broken column

There, is a tree swinging

And voices are

In the wind’s singing

More distant and more solemn

Than a fading star.

 

Let me be no nearer

In death’s dream kingdom

Let me also wear

Such deliberate disguises

Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves

In a field

Behaving as the wind behaves

No nearer-

 

Not that final meeting

In the twilight kingdom
                   

               III

This is the dead land

WorldWarIShells
Rester efter de allierades beskjutning under EN dag. Man hittar fortfarande odetonerade bomber.

This is cactus land

Here the stone images

Are raised, here they receive

The supplication of a dead man’s hand

Under the twinkle of a fading star.

 

Is it like this    In death’s other kingdom

Waking alone

At the hour when we are

Trembling with tenderness

Lips that would kiss

Form prayers to broken stone.
                     

                    IV

The eyes are not here

There are no eyes here

In this valley of dying stars

In this hollow valley

This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

 

In this last of meeting places

We grope together

And avoid speech

Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

 

Sightless, unless

The eyes reappear

As the perpetual star

Multifoliate rose

Of death’s twilight kingdom

WorldWarIAttack
Upp ur skyttegraven för att oskyddad springa rakt mot fienden. Hela kriget var ett slags trial and error där officerarna lärde sig det moderna krigets strategier. Soldaterna fick lida och dö för det.

The hope only

Of empty men. 
                           V

Here we go round the prickly pear

Prickly pear prickly pear

Here we go round the prickly pear

At five o’clock in the morning.

 

Between the idea

And the reality

Between the motion

And the act

Falls the Shadow
                                   For Thine is the Kingdom

 

Between the conception

And the creation

Between the emotion

And the response

Falls the Shadow
                                   Life is very long

 

Between the desire

And the spasm

Between the potency

And the existence

Between the essence

And the descent

Falls the Shadow
                                   For Thine is the Kingdom

WorldWarIShellChockMentalIllness
Soldat med shell shock, det som nu kallas PTSD.

 

For Thine is

Life is

For Thine is the

 

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper.

 

Headern visar hur landskapet såg ut  slaget vid Passendale som pågick mellan juli-november 1917, alltså för exakt hundra år sedan.

Rekommenderar verkligen Dan Carlin´s hardcore historys avsnitt om Första världskriget Blueprint for armageddon I-VI (ligger inte bakom betalvägg än).

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