T.S. Eliot

By, Noah G, Mike F and Dan Q
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Thomas Stearns Eliot was born in St. Louis Missouri on September 26, 1888 and died January 4, 1965.His nickname was T.S. Eliot.He began to write poetry when he was only fourteen. He wrote poetry at such a young age because Edward Fitzgerald's Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. The first poem he ever wrote that he showed anyone was named, "A Fable For Feasters," which was written when he was only fifteen years old. He wrote the poem as a school assignment but it was published in the Smith Academy Record and later in Harvard University's student magazine. Eliot attened Smith Academy from 1898-1905 were his studies included Latin, Ancient Greek, French and German.He went to Harvard University from 1906-1909, earning his bachelor's degree after only three years instead of the usual four years. After college he worked as a philosophy assistant from 1909-1910 at Harvard. After being a philosopher he decided to move to Paris where he studied philosophy at the Sorbonne from 1910-1911.In 1911 he went back to Harvard to study Indian philosophy and Sandskrit until 1914. He was then awarded a scholarship to Merton College, Oxford in 1914, he left after only one year.He married Vivienne Haigh-Wood, a Cambridge governess and ballet dancer.. They married at Hampstead Register Office on June 26, 1915. This marriage was not a good one. He and Vivienne did not have kids or even sleep in the same bed. She had an affair with Bertrand Russell and spent a lot of her time from 1930-1947 in mental institutions because of her Hysteria condition. Carole Seymour-Jones thought that Eliot was gay. After a mental and physical breakdown in 1921 Eliot went to Lausanne for treatment where he began to work on his book The Waste Land which was finished in 1922. in 1927 he became a citizen of England and converted to Anglicanism. In 1957 he married Valerie Fletcher who was his secretary even though he was almost 38 years older than her.

One of his poems is called Ash Wednsday which is about why he converted to Anglicanism.
Another poem he wrote is called, The Hippopotamus.
Another one of his poems is called, The Naming of Cats.

The Naming Of Cats by T. S. Eliot
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
First of all, there's the name that the family use daily,
Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James,
Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey--
All of them sensible everyday names.
There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter,
Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames:
Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter--
But all of them sensible everyday names.
But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular,
A name that's peculiar, and more dignified,
Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular,
Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride?
Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum,
Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat,
Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum-
Names that never belong to more than one cat.
But above and beyond there's still one name left over,
And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover--
But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess.
When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.


Naming of Cats was a metaphor for your life on earth. First T.S. said that cats have a name that humans call them, this represents how random people view you in society. They like the humans in the poem have there own point of view on you or like in the poem, give the cat (you) your own name or label based on your "name" or social class, race, or nationality. Next is the name that other cats or friends call you. This is you are judged by the people that actually know you. You are judged or named by how you are viewed as an individual. The last name is the name that the cat has for itself which is a metaphor for how you see yourself. You see each name is a different view point. The first name is a stereotype based on your nationality or social class, the next name is how the people around you view you, and the last name is what you know you are and how you feel about yourself. Naming of Cats shows that everyone has a different opinion of you. Naming of Cats actually has nothing to do with it has to do with cats just people and how they are viewed. The last part of the poem is about how you view yourself is the most important name because it is,"deep and inscrutable."


The Boston Evening Transcript

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The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn. When evening quickens faintly in the street, Wakening the appetites of life in some And to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript, I mount the steps and ring the bell, turning Wearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to Rochefoucauld, If the street were time and he at the end of the street, And I say, "Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript."


The Boston Evening Transcript was a newspaper in Boston. Eliot is using a metaphor to descibre the way a newspaper moves around a city, to a field of swaying corn. In the beginning of the second sentence he is trying to say that at night, the streets slowly but quietly get more conjested. He states "I mount the steps and ring the bell, turning wearliy". I think that this means that he was going to some ones house but wasn't sure if he should knock on the door or to just leave and forget about what he was going to do. Later in the poem he talks about Rochefoucauld who was a writer in the 1600's. I think that Eliot includes him in this poem because Rochefoucauld was an influence to make Eliot want to write poems. When he says "If the street were time and he at the end of the street" I think that means that if he were at the end of his life and about to die he would call to his cousin Harriet and want her by his side as he dies.

Eliot was born into the Eliot Famliy, a bourgeois family originally from New England, who had moved to St.Louis, Missouri. His father, Henry Ware Eliot (1843–1919), was a successful businessman, president and treasurer of the Hydraulic-Press Brick Company in St. Louis. He became a British citizen at the age of 39. Eliot died of emphysema in London on January 4, 1965. For many years he had health problems caused by his heavy smoking, and had often been laid low with bronchitis or tachycardia. He was cremated at Golders Green Crematorium. In accordance with Eliot's wishes, his ashes were taken to St Michael's Church in East Coker, the village from which his ancestors had emigrated to America. Eliot was the last of six suriving children, his parents were both 44 years old when he was born. His four sisters were between 11 and 19 years older; his brother was eight years older. Known to family and friends as Tom, he was the namesake of his maternal grandfather Thomas Stearns.

Morning at the window

They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids Sprouting despondently at area gates. The brown waves of fog toss up to me Twisted faces from the bottom of the street, And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts An aimless smile that hovers in the air And vanishes along the level of the roofs.

Dan's reflection:

My reflecton

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