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"You try to teach them about symbolism. You quote T.S Eliot to them. You read to them out loud an experimental essay about loss and snow."
"29/M/Peru. As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the"
"But it's not surprising that the text takes a more pessimistic view of things, given that much of it was written while Eliot was being treated for a nervous disorder, first in Margate, Kent (mentioned in line 300) and then in Lausanne, Switzerland."
"This dude was playing records, he opened up with a recording of T.S. Eliot reading "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," so I went up and told him how it's one of my favorite poems of all time and really the one that got me into poetry."
"We are the hollow men / We are the stuffed men / Leaning together / Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! / Our dried voices, when / We whisper together / Are quiet and meaningless / As wind in dry grass"
"And I have known the eyes already, known them all— The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? And how should I presume?"
"This dude was playing records, he opened up with a recording of T.S. Eliot reading 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,' so I went up and told him how it's one of my favorite poems of all time and really the one that got me into poetry."
"We are the hollow men / We are the stuffed men / Leaning together / Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!"
"And I have known the eyes already, known them all— The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? And how should I presume?"
"Time present and time past / Are both perhaps present in time future, / And time future contained in time past."
"It's a bit like Eliot's "The Wasteland," "The Hollow Men," "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.""