The eyes are not here There are no eyes here said the hollow mask 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. there his voice echoed on the shore: 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.
Response 1
Its the famous Handbook of Frogland Originality Police (HFOP) if im not mistaken.
Response 2
a man of resilience. until death all defeat is psychological.
Response 3
i can not unmask, Tehran is not kind to those who do.
Revision
writing from Tehran where we're getting crushed by the weight of life. Eliot felt perfect for this mask because of it. to hope.
Region
frogland
Material
Clay