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Sep 19, 2011
Stella
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“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” is an examination of the tortured ego of the modern man—overeducated, eloquent, neurotic, pompous and disturbed, who’s ironically tortured due to his overwhelming brilliance. The main character, not someone of fame and wealth but rather an unacknowledged poet, sees the world as spiritually exhausted and a wasteland. Humans are incapable of communicating with one another because their psychological state is too fragile and afraid of change. He notices all the
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Oct 20, 2009
David
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This poem is, I think, Eliot’s ‘fanfare for the common man’. Prufrock is the ordinary bloke in the street, and his name itself seems deliberately humdrum to set him apart from the great figures of literature: ‘No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be,’ he exclaims self-deprecatingly after a rather long passage of philosophising. But although he is no hero, Prufrock is as capable of appreciating beauty and having deep insights into the human condition as any of the exalted ones. He is r
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Nov 08, 2011
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Mar 13, 2011
Alain
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Prufrock has been an enormous influence upon my writing. The archetypal procrastinator, nervous and timid, wondering whether he dares eat a peach in front of sophisticated, self-confident women who talk of Michelangelo. Embarrassed by his thinning hair. Never sure how to 'force the moment to its crisis'. Not for him, a hero's status - not Prince Hamlet but "an attendant lord, one that will do /
To swell a progress, start a scene or two".
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To swell a progress, start a scene or two".
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Jun 24, 2010
Neanster77
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Ahhh my love / hate relationship with J Alfred Prufrock.
Oh how I hated him in Year 12 when my oh so hippy, clinging to his youth, ultra cool English Lit teacher assigned this to us at the start of the year of a new school, to delve into and rip apart and come up with the meaning and understanding of T.S. Eliot.
I cried...lots.
And then, it hit me. Thanks to that teacher - I can't even remember his name. For once, a teacher sat me down, treated me like a perso More...
Oh how I hated him in Year 12 when my oh so hippy, clinging to his youth, ultra cool English Lit teacher assigned this to us at the start of the year of a new school, to delve into and rip apart and come up with the meaning and understanding of T.S. Eliot.
I cried...lots.
And then, it hit me. Thanks to that teacher - I can't even remember his name. For once, a teacher sat me down, treated me like a perso More...
Nov 12, 2011
Karen
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This poem articulates the neurosis of the modern era like no other. I memorized the whole thing while in grad school and recited it once at a party -- while standing on a stair (worried about my hair) where people did come and go, but they talked more of Cicero (since it was a comp/rhet degree I was pursuing). I was full sick of rhetorica and wishing for more poetica in my life. Eliot, of course, delivered. Although I no longer have the whole thing memorized, I still quote lines when appropriate
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Oct 21, 2007
Sarah
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Question: Why oh why do they make children read Prufrock in school? How can a kid, having run in from recess with pink perfect cheeks and years to go before hairs start sprouting out of weird places, have any idea what T.S. Eliot is talking about? How can someone who thinks 21-year-olds are ancient, possibly get Prufrock? I remember being asked to read this poem in fourth grade, and it is touching in an odd way to think back on the scene in the classroom - my 40-ish, balding teacher, bent almost
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Jul 09, 2007
Steven
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Perhaps my favorite poem for its vivid use of imagery and metaphor. One of my favorite memories of the play is the Crash Test Dummies song, "Afternoons and Coffeespoons," popular at the same time I read this poem.
In the room the women come and go/Talking of Michelangelo.
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
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In the room the women come and go/Talking of Michelangelo.
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands, More...
Aug 26, 2011
Christina
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Study it. Examine, analyze, interpret. You will not understand it on the first or second read. I poured over this for 2 weeks until I finally grasped Eliot's message. Anyone who considers themselves to be a member of The Club knows and understands it. If you've picked apart this poem, you'll know that this is a far cry from a typical love song.
Mar 28, 2011
Geoff
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I'm not sure how I forgot that "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" from T.S. Eliot is one of my favorite complicated-poems-thats-so-beautiful-it's-easy-to-read. A little boredom, a cross-country flight with wi-fi and an iPad helped me remember. Read it (or read it again) for a kick in the pants.
Sep 26, 2011
Emma
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I always enjoy returning to Eliot, and as much of a cliche as it is Prufrock is always one of my favourites. His poems benefit from spending time with them, and I often pull this book out for a lazy, rainy night.
Aug 07, 2010
Beth
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The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock is the most beautiful poem I have ever read. I'm not a big poetry connoisseur, so feel free to disagree.
I would eat this poem if I could. Or marry it. I would hold the hair of this poem while it puked, if it were the type of poem to drink heavily to the point of wretching, but it's not. This poem is far too good for those sort of shennanigans. (Instead, it partakes of tea and cakes and ices and lingers in dooryards and ponders the beauty and fu More...
I would eat this poem if I could. Or marry it. I would hold the hair of this poem while it puked, if it were the type of poem to drink heavily to the point of wretching, but it's not. This poem is far too good for those sort of shennanigans. (Instead, it partakes of tea and cakes and ices and lingers in dooryards and ponders the beauty and fu More...
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Sep 03, 2009
Becky
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I hated this poem. I only was forced to read and analyze it for class. I wouldn't suggest it only if you are a fan of poetry!! Uuuugh~This was a pain-in-the-ass work.
Feb 17, 2011
Mckinley
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Listened to this recently. Well read. Great voice.
audio at http://literalsystems.org/abooks/index.p...
audio at http://literalsystems.org/abooks/index.p...
May 07, 2011
Very
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This is quite literally the only poem that ever had a lasting effect on me. I recite it in the shower sometimes. Yes, I'm that weird.
Dec 27, 2011
I love this poem. Mostly because of the epilogue. Dante's Inferno, Divine Comedy. Amazing poem, amazing interpretation. Bravo.
Jul 09, 2009
Allie
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The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock has been one of my favorite poems since college. It is classic Eliot and essential reading.
Jul 29, 2011
Randa
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This the best genius man ever his writing is complicated but i cannot stop reading his books "I LIKE YOU Eliot"
Aug 26, 2009
Skylar
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Okay, I have not read most of the "other poems," but the title poem is among my five favorite poems of all times.
Sep 14, 2011
Meagan
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For me, the best thing ever written is The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.
May 06, 2007
Don
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Love Song is my favorite poem of all time, I love the images and the rythm of the piece. The main character never finds peace and instead is constantly questioning his position and status in life. He isn't trying to decieve himself he seems to be searching for something beautiful. That something that has evaded him in life, but finds him in death. It is one of the most hopelessly beautiful pieces written in the English language, or at least in my humble opinion.
Feb 27, 2011
Julia
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“I grow old... I grow old...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.”
“In the room the women come and go
Talking about Michelangelo”
“I've heard the mermaids singing each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen they riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.”
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.”
“In the room the women come and go
Talking about Michelangelo”
“I've heard the mermaids singing each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen they riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.”
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Feb 01, 2008
Alice
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I adore Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, I studied it at school whilst doing A Level English Literature and it holds a special place in my heart. There was something about the imagery Eliot uses and the solitude of Prufrock, that I could really relate to at that time and I take something new away with me almost everytime I read the poem.
Sep 14, 2008
David
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I hate poetry, with the exception of epic poems, some Poe that I liked when I was a kid, but Elliot is the only poet worthy of the title as far as I am concerned. Prufrock is one of my favorites.
