The Waste land of Skin and Fish

Eliot's "Wasteland" or really any of his poetry, for that matter, was very hard to articulate and analyze to any degree. This is definitely a poem you can actually write a couple commentaries on because of the material presented with the poem. You can tell that his material is very well thought out and used in a very cultured and refined manner. After discussing it in the last class, reading it for the first time was very confusing because of the amount of information and different points of narration given throughout. The narration is very hard to follow and it confuses the reader because it switches off suddenly without any kind of notice.
I'm going to compare Jaime Forsythe's poem "Skin to Fish", a more modern work, to T.S. Eliot's Wasteland. For Eliot's poem, he uses an enormous amount of symbolism to represent the picture of the wasting away of society as we know it. Forsythe uses a similar tactic with this of giving a tremendous amount of imagery within the text keep the reader interested. Both of these authors use clever words or illustrations to further identify the point or story they are telling. From an outside perspective, "The Waste Land" is a rather large poem conditioned to go into every living detail that the chosen narrator dictates if you really sit down and look into it. But from a broader perspective or outside view, Eliot paints such a big picture of what is going on that it's almost hard to fathom the idea of what the actual point of the poem is. Fortunately for Forsythe's poem, his poetry could've gone to a deeper level of illustration and he could've gone for a couple more pages, but he chose not to. He puts in just enough to keep the reader interested. Of course, his poem was found on a blog site, so I guess He had no choice but to keep it to a certain length for attention deficit reasons with his audience. There is definitely a lot more I could say about both of these poems but these are few things that stood out right off the bat.
http://lemonhound.com/2014/03/07/jaime-forsythe-two-poems/