"You! hypocrite lecteur! - mon semblable, - mon frere!"

from T.S. Eliot – The Waste Land on Rap Genius


From the preface, To The Reader, to Baudelaire’s Flowers of Evil (1857):

It’s BOREDOM. Tears have glued its eyes together.
You know it well, my Reader. This obscene
beast chain-smokes yawning for the guillotine —
you — hypocrite Reader — my double — my brother!

Ouch, he’s breaking the fourth wall and speaking to us, the reader, directly. By quoting Baudelaire’s highly poetical (on the very being of poetry) poem, Eliot places himself in one line with Baudelaire’s poetics.

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