Thursday, March 01, 2007

Eliot and the city

Some of Eliot’s most important poetry addresses and exposes the false security of urban and suburban life. The strongest polemic from an explicitly Christian perspective is found in the Choruses from ‘The Rock’ where he rails aggressively against modern civilization in all its banality as ‘the land of lobelias and tennis flannels’. Eliot declaims against the city in the manner of an Old Testament prophet. However, even his pre-conversion poetry abounds with the same themes: one thinks of the torpor of Prufrock’s bourgeois routines measuring out his life ‘in coffee spoons’ and making an epic of his boredom and petty insecurities; or of the smog that blankets the city of ‘Preludes’; or of the hallucinatory patchwork of encounters in the London, the ‘unreal city’ of The Waste Land. Even before the introduction of an explicitly Christian theme to his poetry we can see the poetry itself as presented as a revelation of the true insecurity and instability of the city of man. The powerful sense of loss and bewilderment that pervades the earlier poems is coupled to a sense of becoming numbed: the sheer grind of urban life is stupefying. What does mark out a change - and which arguably makes the earlier poetry better as poetry - is that this earlier phase you get the sense of claustraphobic entrapment in modern city life which the poet himself cannot evade: This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper. In Choruses from 'the Rock' there is more over-againstness; a more polemical and critical edge, perhaps, but with also an alternative vision offered.

We see this also in Murder in the Cathedral when the chorus - who are in their way voices from Eliot's past poetry, with their description of household drudgery and imprisonment of a life lived in fear - are tempered by the group of Priests and by Thomas himself. Thomas ought to have learnt through bitter experience that civilisation is not enough to secure human life against barbarism; but the temptation to return to that safer path - to share in the construction of an apparently greater shield of protection from the worst that humans can do to one another - is very great.

10 comments:

Neil Cameron (One Salient Oversight) said...

Hey Michael,

You have "connections" don't you? Any chance of this guy getting a gig in Sydney or Britain?

AndrewE said...

Hi Michael,

On a completely different note: when do you think you will be back at MTC?

andrew

michael jensen said...

Aiming to be back for 4th term 08 Andrewe...

OSO, I don't really understand!

Anyone wanna talk about Eliot?

Drew said...

Yes!

Yes, I like your point. It makes the early poetry an essential element of his later change - you have to feel the torpor, too hopeless even to despair, but almost drugged in its lassitude 'like a patient laid out on a table', before progressing.

It cannot be passed over too quickly, which we often do.

michael jensen said...

Yes, I wanted to make a point about the sleep-walking quality of that earlier stuff... from despair to numbness. 'Headpiece filled with straw'...

Anonymous said...

Anyone wanna talk about Eliot?

Or we could talk about the Crash Test Dummies:

Some day I'll have a disappearing hairline,
Some day I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime ---
Whole afternoons
Will be measured out,
Measured out and measured with coffeespoons ...
And T.S.Eliot ...


The whole God Shuffled His Feet album is well worth a listen: whimsy mixed with Scripture and reflections on mortality, all with one eyebrow raised ...

Anonymous said...

(Why) is poetry of despair better poetry than poetry of hope?

michael jensen said...

oh it isn't: it is just harder to make convincing.

AndrewE said...

I just wanted to find out if you'd be teaching me.

michael jensen said...

Well, if they will have me back: possibly! Though, what exactly I do not know...

I am even less certain what kind of theologian I am than when I began: an ethicist who doesn't really know about ethics?