The Hollow Men
~ T S Eliot ~
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass.
“Life is a gift, and it offers us the privilege, opportunity, and responsibility to give something back by becoming more.”
So far, through the sale of the Armadillo Limited Edition Prints, we have raised $5,326.92 for the Gogos, the orphans and Possible Dreams International - Dr. Maithri's Swaziland Project. Thank you, thank you from the very heart of me. To every single one of you who have reached out with such caring generosity from all over the globe to help build that bridge, I say ngiyabonga. You are all, every one of you, wonderful beyond words. Seriously. xxxx Tessa
Marguerite K, you are truly an earth angel. Time and again you have reached out and touched the hearts of the people of this little nation. Bless you. September 2010: Yet again this amazing lady has helped our Gogos and much of the accolade must to go to her for the fact that we have now reached the $5,000 mark...and still growing! Special grateful hugs to you Marguerite - thank you for your gentle grace.
Many thanks, too, to Caroline (Caroline's Studio) for her contribution to PDI. Dr. M and the Gogos join me in saying a very sincere siyabonga.
'Sit down and be quiet. You are drunk, and this is the edge of the roof.' - Rumi
'Laughter is a melody, a concert from the heart, a tickling by angels, creative living art. Laughter heals and comforts, sometimes gentle sometimes bold. Laughter is a freeing dance, performed within the soul'. -Serene West
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I woke up feeling like a straw man today, but my colors are no where near that vibrant...next time, I'll ask you to paint me. Hope the week is a wonderful one for you!
Oh, so good!! Vibrant colours - a perfect choice for this rather tricky one.
That's the lovliest scarecrow I've EVER seen Tessa!
Great poem excerpt, and BEAUTIFUL scarecrow. I love those vibrant colors. I don't happen to agree with T.S. Eliot, though, about the voices. Dried grasses in the wind DO have something important to say.
It is not fair that I am unable to regularly access Tessa's blog. Hers is one of my favorites and I am inspired and comforted by her incredible artwork and kind heart.
This painting is a good example of what I mean. I ask that you immediately rectify your stubborn interference and allow me to enjoy visiting my good friend. I am sure you have better things to do than meddle in this matter.
Thank you in advance, Blogger.
And if you don't shape up, I retract the thank you and instead am prepared to use the F word.
this is a great piece...
he may be hollow but he is filled with colour!!!
Such a scarecrow
I find TS Eliot
s poems haunting and a little sad
but so beautifully crafted.
Hugs from NY
If I had such a colorful straw man on my little patio, I'm sure the whole neighborhood would come and have a look at him and pull my weeds for me to make his surroundings more charming. Maybe he would scare away the tomcat that's always trying to pick a fight with my Toby on his own territory.
Very nice painting, Tess!
Nice, very nice. It´s a beautiful paint.
Except - wind in dry grass has lots of great things to say, at least I think so.
The painting is BEAUTIFUL!!
This is so moving and beautiful. The colors just pop off the page!! I love the energy I get from this!!! It's wonderful. This is so refreshing!!! Thanks Sweetie for sharing your fabulous gift with us! YOU ROCK!!!!
what a friendly and vibrant little fella.
The colors are wonderful! enJOY your day!
Love the scarecrow and the poem/writing goes PERFECTLY with it. Wow! :)
Everyone refers to him. Why do I think SHE is insulted? Love love love it!
oh my, this piece is a wonderful one!! he reminds me of summer and cornfields and the rustle of the wind...
as always, I adore your work and this one is very special indeed. I also loved reading eliot so thank you much this day!
Somehow, your scarecrow is vibrant and full of itself, ready to do its job of scaring those crows; the poem speaks of those allegorical empty heads that can't stand alone, don't have any meaning, heard only through the howling of the wind through the grasses.
This is, nevertheless, a beautiful pairing.
Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!
I like that you made the background white for your blog. It highlights your artwork.
That's such a vivid poem !!! Thoroughly enjoyed it !
dear friend, there is an award waiting for you on my blog. please come....
Love the picture. I think the birds would admire this rather than be scared away.
Beautiful rich texture and color!
I love T.S.Eliot, LOVE him. And of course your painting.Such a brilliant scarecrow. Look at that color!
I thought you might think this bit interesting... Of his nationality and its role in his work, Eliot said: "[My poetry] wouldn't be what it is if I'd been born in England, and it wouldn't be what it is if I'd stayed in America. It's a combination of things." Just like us, all of us here in wonderful blogland!
I think maybe he means when we don't think for ourselves our whispers are meaningless?
This is gorgeous! I love the colors! Great idea!
Although I have not read TS Elliott before (one of those authors whose books are forever in my wishlist but never buy them in the end because other literary works jump the queue) I found myself enthralled by this poem. The use of the first person plural 'we' was spellbinding and very assertive. And the image was equally beautiful. Many thanks.
Greetings from London.
Is it only me or does this poem sound very, very sad... I think your painting gives it a whole new meaning. I love it!
Hi, Tessa, thanks for your message. Just wanted to let you know that it is a blogger problem. The same happens to me when I visit your lobg or 'Pics and Poems'. The solution I've found is to go back to the page until it stops aborting the operation. Many thanks.
Greetings from London.
I love Tessa.
I had that happen to me on so many blogs before and I was saying more than #$#@^%. I was like this stupid fucking......
Love you and I miss you.
very nice illo, i like the colors..and nice poeme
Fantastico! I love your bright colors. You and I love these flaming colors, the ochers, the burnt, the deep and viola! An explosion of colors!
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