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Marlon Brando recites The Hollow Men

3/27/2012

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I found this clip from the redux of Apocalypse Now. I don't know why Coppola did not include this scene in the original film. Marlon Brando's Colonel Kurtz is one of the all time iconic characters and the poem perfectly typifies the experience of the war and world weary Kurtz who has seen way too much of the dark side of humanity and its suffering. This poem is one of the most famous of T.S. Eliot's poems. It is a haunting poem and Brando delivers it with great force and passion. The music is effective but ultimately not necessary as the poem itself is music. Brando adapts a bit of it but overall it is a great recitation of one of the classic poems of desolation. I love the ending of Eliot's poem, "This is the way the world ends...not with a bang but a whimper".

The poem evokes powerful images of modern life with its alienation and lack of transcendent meaning. On another level the poem captures the experience of clinical depression and the emptiness of life's meaning in a post-Christian world. Eliot himself underwent a profound spiritual conversion that enabled him to have clarity of vision without becoming lost in a nihilism from which there is no exit. In this poem there is no redemption from despair. The hollow men forget the concluding part of the Lord's prayer "For Thine is the Kingdom...." and eventually their voice trails off such that they celebrate the worlds end which is itself as anti-climatic as the whole of their lives. Truly haunting.

                                                      The Hollow Men

T. S. Eliot

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.

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
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
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


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.



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