Hollow Men Explication :: English Literature

Hollow Men ExplicationWe atomic number 18 the hollow menWe are the stuffed men Empty and full. Considering the speaker ofthis fraternity 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 scarecrow or perhaps 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, but eachindividual straw is hollow, light, one nuance of color merely togetherthey make a purpose 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 accomplished when a we is achieved not an I.Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. AlasThis reconfirms my s uspicions 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 have to do islean their heads, even the heads that are full of straw, in avirtually neuron encapsulated skull. Lean over, and contact a toast totheir drinks a mere tink of the tumblers even scotch couldnt have amore satisfying alas signaling a decisiveness of finite relief.Our dried voices, whenWe whisper togetherAre quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grassOr rats feet over confounded glassIn our dry cellar Hollow voices, minus the dew of moisture. Yet thisphrase is a complete antithesis of my hastily drawn theory within the time 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 complaining, enjoy). Quiteliterally, as Im taking this meta phor minus the allusions I potentlysuspect this poem to have (perhaps even borrowed???), convening amongthemselves produces no rate of success, for the meeting bears no vital burden. But whom is to claim that it is a vital result which implies asuccess, is what out scarecrow is trying to vouch after? Elliotbrushes out a downcast mood on canvas, seemingly a sketch of shadowsas a precursor to more feet sliding across shards of glass. As for theresult of a conference, it can also point to the non-existence of