Hollow Men Explication :: English Literature

Hollow Men ExplicationWe ar the hollow menWe are the stuffed men Empty and full. Considering the speaker ofthis connection of contradictions is a singular being (it can be ahuman, or even a rock) representing the many of its kind, it resemblesthe likes of a dismaycrow or by chance a mannequin along the lines ofthose seen on CNN representing a Bush 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 to each oneindividual straw is hollow, light, one nuance of color yet togetherthey make a usage one of either being a mockery of what the U.N.puts in its record books of the only super power 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 action when a we is achieved not an I.Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. unluckilyThis reconfirms my suspicions of flitting together to achieve astatute of social approval, of a shape that determines the purpose tobe one of those flirting with the positive. And all they have to do islean their heads, even the heads that are full of straw, in a nigh neuron encapsulated skull. Lean over, and take a toast totheir drinks a guileless tink of the tumblers even scotch couldnt have amore agreeable alas signaling a finality of finite relief.Our dried voices, whenWe whisper togetherAre quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grassOr rats feet over broken glassIn our dry cellar Hollow voices, minus the dew of moisture. Yet thisphrase is a complete antithesis of my hastily drawn theory within thetime assemble of how long my eye lids can venture off as those fixedjackasses to avoid flitting down (yes Mr. Little, my very owntestament of 2 o quantify wanderings into Hallow Men turn over somehollow stones themselves, but Im not complaining, enjoy). Quiteliterally, as Im taking this metaphor min us the allusions I stronglysuspect this poem to have (perhaps even borrowed???), convening amongthemselves produces no rate of success, for the meeting bears no vitalresult. But whom is to claim that it is a vital result which implies asuccess, is what out scarecrow is trying to secure after? Elliotbrushes out a downcast mood on canvas, ostensibly a sketch of shadowsas a precursor to more feet slew across shards of glass. As for theresult of a conference, it can also nous to the non-existence of