The darkest evening of the year. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

A superficial reading of this line suggests that Frost is talking about the winter solstice here, but upon closer examination this line has darker connotations…

The darkest evening of the year could be a subjective opinion of the narrator. Perhaps he has something negative weighing down his thoughts.

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And it's you that's on my computer screen
Cause it's you that's on my mind
And it's you that's on my computer screen
Cause it's you that's on my mind
Cause it's you that's on my mind
CPU by Big Boi (Ft. Phantogram)

Ah, the torturous angst of being separated from a loved one! You could call him/her, but instead you’ll creep on Facebook or Twitter.

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The information age (age)
The age of information, but we're still enslave
CPU by Big Boi (Ft. Phantogram)

Humanity has so much technology, and we profess to being “higher beings”. Yet now we’re all slaves to the shit in our pockets, constantly connected to our phones or browsing the internet, or even explaining Big Boi on Rap Genius (that part ain’t so bad)!

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I Tiresias, though blind The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot

The blind soothsayer and prophet of ancient Greek literature.

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Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot

“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, cest soir?” Creepy Mr. Eugenides just propositioned the speaker for some backdoor bowling, if you know what I mean.

Demotic refers to the language of the people; in this context, it probably means colloquial or vulgar.

As the Waste Land manuscripts indicate, Eliot had initially chosen the phrase “abominable French.” The adjective “demotic” was suggested to him by Ezra Pound.

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By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept... The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot

Lac Léman is French for Lake Geneva. Moreover, Léman’s Middle-English ancestor “leofmon” is an archaic term for “mistress”.

BUT what’s really going on here is that the waters in question belong to RG founder Lemon, placing us somewhere in Miami…

In reality, this reference to Lac Léman has the tone of both biography and Eulogy. Eliot stayed at Lausanne on the banks of Lake Geneva (Lac Leman) for a large portion of his convalescent leave from Lloyd’s Bank. There he underwent treatment for his “psychological problems”. By the Waters of Leman was where much of The Waste Land was written.

Notably: the remainder of the poem was composed at Margate, where Eliot underwent psychological treatment durring his convalescence. This locus also appears in the poem:

“On Margate sands I can connect nothing with nothing”

This line also alludes to the opening lines of Psalm 137

By the waters of Babylon, there we sat down and wept, when we remembered Zion.

Moreover, the remainder of Psalm 137 prefigures the structure and symbolic content of the remainder of Eliot’s stanza.

On the willows there we hung up our lyres.
For there our captors required of us songs, and our tormentors, mirth, saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”

The singing of the captive Hebrews has echoes in Eliot’s “Sweet Thames run softly till I end my song.” The constant reminder of their abandoned Jerusalem and the sacrifices left behind in the sacred ground of Zion, is recalled in Eliot’s Memori Mort which is itself a grotesque parody of Marvel’s To His Coy Mistress

The theme of loss of identity and centrality fits in well here.

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Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song. The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot

The refrain of Prothalamion, a poem written by the influential Tudor poet Edmund Spencer. Prothalamion is written in the form of a marriage song.

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Chart The Case for the Fat Startup by B Horowitz (Ft. Kanye West)

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(You can see the presentation here.) The Case for the Fat Startup by B Horowitz (Ft. Kanye West)

When B Horowitz says here, he means here

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Angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, Howl by Allen Ginsberg

Note the religious diction Ginsberg employs: “Angelheaded…ancient heavenly connection.” The people he describes are highly spiritual, but not necessarily religious. They actively seek to get in touch with that spirituality through “unorthodox” means.

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April 2nd, 2014

I also think that this line demonstrates how industrialized we have become as people — we’re not naturally finding a heavenly connection anymore: we’re manufacturing an previous connection, as demonstrated by the word ancient.

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