Friday, August 03, 2012

The Hollow Man



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;
...
-- T. S. Eliot, "The Hollow Men"




2 comments:

marindenver said...

Hollow man indeed. The whole picture on his taxes is just getting comical. I mean if Harry Reid is just totally off base why, RELEASE THE RETURNS to prove it! Otherwise wise old Harry, who literally has nothing to lose by doubling down on this, is going to sink your hollow ship - just poke a stick in the side and Willard will fold up like a balloon and fizzle away. Or so we could hope. ;-)

(And here's hoping I can get this comment past yore vicious Capcha machinery!

Anonymous said...

Brilliant.