AFTER THE LAST BULLETINS CRITICAL APPRECIATION

AFTER THE LAST BULLETINS CRITICAL APPRECIATION

AFTER THE LAST BULLETINS CRITICAL APPRECIATION

In this poem the poet throws light on the flood of information technology.  That every moment there is something new sensational and crucial but at the very worthless and next moment it becomes something useless hence it is treated as trash The title of the poem is quite suitable and apt because after the last bulletins even the news reporters enjoy the sound sleep quite indifferently.  The subject of the poem is the excess of information in the modern world and the death of substantial knowledge and wisdom in the people.  The attitude of the poet is satiric and ironic as we know despite having a lot of information reports man has no time to i ay heed to it rather modern man seems to be indifferent to the information which is provided to him To the background.  of this poem is the shallowness of modern information and technology Because of the excess of information it has lost its true worth and authenticity After the last bulletins is a thought provoking poem by Richard Wilbur.  The poem deals with an aspect of modern life,  i e,  modern important advancement.  The flood information and technological of information which is devouring the public of the city at every moment of their life soon becomes a wastage.  magazines of today become and morning.  The newspapers The obsolete with the dawn of tomorrow's poem deals with this important fact of modern life of the city dwellers The poet seems to satirize the significant. The poet tries to affirm that something of out heaps and piles of news items that have no real or intrinsic value for man as such rather modern information becomes old and stale overnight Each morning sets the people as much for repetition of the same dull and old routine gossip The news collectors are tired down as the night approaches so they withdraw themselves their beds after they have issued last bulletins:  hastily to"After the last bulletins the windows darken.  sliding on all its pillows To the thronged Atlantis of personal sleep.

"  News reporters sink into the ocean of sleep like Atlantis(an island drowned into the sea).  Though they themselves go to sleep yet they make other people restless by their heaps of news.  People enjoy these products for the time being and then throw them away like junk. The day's litter of news in the alleys.  The newspaper litter goes on flying here and there,  rising and falling with the rise and fall of the gusts of wind Trash soars and falls with soft crash.  At last,  these are pressed and trampled under the feet of the tired patrolman and in the end these are picked up as garbage from parks of the city by the city sweepers.  Their tatters at the tired patrolman's feet.  Some of the trash finds its way out of the gutter and becomes crushed under the watch man's feet just like the snow was crushed under Napoleon's horses while he was retreating from Russia.  To the emperor's horse's heels.  There is a shift from the description of the ordinary and the mundane to something historically grand and significant.