25.01.06 15:03 Age: 3 yrs

The copper lady – looking back and into the future with T.S. Eliot - poetry defines crossroads for politics

Category: Reflections

By: Andrew Gledhill, Radio Lotte Weimar & Hatto Fischer, Athens


The visit of Merkel to Washington has been called by observers as nothing exceptional safe that the chemistry between her und President Bush seems to work again positive. Given the strains in American-German relationships over the past seven years mainly due to Schroeder’s position against the Iraq war, any improvement in the relationship is very easy provided the new chancellor understands better than her predecessor to strike the right tone and show willingness of compliance wherever desired by the power holders in Washington. And so with regards to the new challenge of Iran, it was easy for Merkel to stand shoulder on shoulder in order to demonstrate that the Western World stands united.

A real assessment of the visit’s concrete results might be not possible at such an early stage but then there is the poet’s insight which might guide anyone in what to expect of developments to come.

- Hatto Fischer

 

The Copper Lady

(An application of T.S. Eliot’s poem The Hollow Men)

She is the copper lady

We are the stuffed men

Bending together

Headpiece filled with war. Alas!

Her dried voice,

does not even whisper defiance

Is quiet and meaningless

As wind in dry oil wells

Or broken men without toil

In our damp cellar

Shapeless, formless and colourless,

Paralysed by American forces;

That cross the ocean conducted by copper,

With diverted eyes, to death's other Kingdom

Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost

Violent souls, but only

As the hollow men

The stuffed men.

Led by the copper lady,

The second lady

II

She dare not meet Bush with our dreams

In death's dream kingdom

What does she fear:

Too afraid to criticise

Whilst eyes of broken men,

Never see the sunlight glitter on Guantanamo Bay

Her copper wires are vibrating,

As she leads America’s steady flow

Into Europe’s beating heart

More distant and more solemn

Than a fading star.

Let us not come nearer

To death's dream kingdom

Let us stop this war

Conducted by our politicians deliberate disguises

Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves

In an oil field

Obeying as copper wire obeys

To bring US current ever nearer --

Too weak a metal in her first meeting

In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dying land

This is cultural land

Here the stone images

Are raised, here they receive

The supplication of a dead man's hand

Under the twinkle of a single fading Texas star.

Is it like this

In death's other kingdom

Bending to one land alone

At the hour when we are

Trembling with hatred

For a regime that she betrays with a kiss

As our prayers for peace turn to broken stone.

IV

If our eyes do not glint in anger

There are no eyes here

In this valley of dying stars

In this hollow valley

This broken jaw of our lost Europe

In this last of meeting places

They will grope together

And avoid speech

To criticise this bay of imprisoned terror

Sightless, unless

The eyes reappear

And our voice is raised

Against the perpetual stars and stripes,

When Germany’s withering rose

Turns to copper wire,

When she visits death's twilight kingdom

Bringing hope only

To empty men.

V

Here we get round the blinding truth,

Blinding truth, blinding truth

Here we get round the blinding truth

By not saying anything.

Between the idea

And the reality

Between the motion

And the act

Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception

And the creation

Between the emotion

And without response

Falls the Shadow

Life is very cheap

Between the desire

And the spasm

Between the potency

And the existence

Between the essence

And the descent

Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is

Life is

For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

When one country bangs and others only whimper.

-Andrew Gledhill

 

Commentary by Hatto Fischer:

Andrew Gledhill has taken the unusual but inspirational step to recreate T.S. Eliot’s poem “The Hollow Men” to apply this poetic format to Merkel. The outcome is in departure from Margarete Thatcher as ‘Iron Lady’ the creation of a new and very powerful metaphor by calling Merkel the ‘copper lady’.

Where Eliot begins with

We are the hollow men

We are the stuffed men

Leaning together

Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!

Andrew Gledhill starts with

She is the copper lady

We are the stuffed men

Bending together

Headpiece filled with war! Alas!

For further reading it should be reminded that T.S. Eliot is an American who became a British Citizen and who used language in an innovative way to reveal what is left underneath the snow making us forget everything, if only to be taken by surprise what comes with April, with thaw, as if spring is equated with violence and death stalks in. In the poem ‘The Hollow Men’ this theme is echoed as being in “death’s dream kingdom” in which the poet wears such “deliberate disguises as “rat’s coat, crowskin, crosses staves” with things behaving as the wind behaves “no nearer” than that final meeting just avoided once again. Such is the case that in the world between idea and reality, concept and creation everything is voiceless in view of how the world ends not with a bang, but with a “whisper”.

Andrew Gledhill picks up this poetic omen of things to come by explaining that “the British may still complain about the after effects of the iron lady, but perhaps a malleable copper lady is even more dangerous because she has the ability to conduct the flow of Americanism straight into the heart of Europe.”

In the poem he expresses it straight forward for he marks her voice as being so dry that it does not even whisper defiance. Merkel is known to praise freedom but in her childhood in East Germany she did join the Communist movement rather than stay aside. No defiance. To the poet such voice “is quiet and meaningless / as wind in dry oil wells / or broken men without toil“.

Above all, he sees her not daring to meet Bush “with our dreams / in death’s dream kingdom” to pick up that theme of Eliot.

It is a powerful recreation of that poem. Moreover, the metaphor ‘copper’ is a prediction about what function Merkel shall fulfill. As perfect material to conduct America’s steady flow of negative energy into Europe, it is already clear that Merkel has affirmed the role of Nato over and before Europe’s own effort to reach a sense of governance based on true values. As Dick Marty says, Europe has been too silent, too willing to look the other way with regards to CIA flights transporting illegally prisoners in and out of Europe to hidden jails similar to Guantanamo. Merkel has said this illegal conduct must end eventually and Europe must come up with another proposal on how to deal with ‘terrorists who move outside the law’. But has not already the line been crossed on how America wages its war against terrorism? The latest missile attack on a house in Pakistan was meant to kill a terrorist, but in reality 18 innocent civilians, including women and children died, and only Pakistan protests. A spokesperson from the Pentagon would say simply into the running camera, these are unfortunate incidences in the fight against terrorism. As of late Bush would even say the 30 000 Iraqis killed since American troops entered Iraq March 23, 2003 is a sacrifice worth the effort to bring about democracy in that country. Human sacrifice justified by pretending to have noble ends in mind, that lets the poet speak up where politicians are silent:

Let us not come nearer

To death’s dream kingdom

Let us stop this war

Conducted by our politicians deliberate disguises

Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves

In an oil field

Obeying as copper wire obeys

To bring US current ever nearer

While the press claims Merkel’s visit to Washington was a success, it is important to heed the poet’s own conclusion:

Too weak a metal in her first meeting

In the twilight kingdom.