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T.S. Eliot's Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock

Poems like T.S. Eliot's Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock.

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Oh dear God that girl in OP's pic is so pretty! Ah fucking me, my life has been wasted, wasted, wasted. Fucking fuck ;[

>that feel when you'll never meet a quirky, spunky hipster girl who looks like the girl in op's pic and likes to read

>>2723612
>not being a patrician stoic asexual

ashiggaru diggaru

DID YOU KNOW:
TS Eliot was a great admirer of Joyce, though Joyce almost fell out with him over the waste land, seeing it as plagiarism. Anyway, in response Joyce wrote this:

Rouen is the rainiest place, getting/
Inside all impermeables, wetting/
Damp marrow in drenched bones./
Midwinter soused us coming over Le Mans/
Our inn at Niort was the Grape of Burgundy

But the winepress of the Lord thundered over that grape of Burgundy/
And we left it in a hurgundy./
(Hurry up, Joyce, it's time!)

I heard mosquitoes swarm in old Bordeaux/
So many!/
I had not thought the earth contained so many/
(Hurry up, Joyce, it's time)

Mr Anthologos, the local gardener,/
Greycapped, with politness full of cunning/
Has made wine these fifty years/
And told me in his southern French/
Le petit vin is the surest drink to buy/
For if 'tis bad/
Vous ne l'avez pas payé/
(Hurry up, hurry up, now, now, now!)

But we shall have great times,/
When we return to Clinic, that waste land/
O Esculapios!/
(Shan't we? Shan't we? Shan't we?)
A parody of the wasteland, but like the wasteland it bears great similarity to the Lovesong

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>>2723619

>Being proud of succumbing to base desires

>>2723625
>viewing the Wille Zum Leben as a "base desire" which is "succumed to

>>2723625

>not acknowledging that base desires are the crux of human experience

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>>2723612

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>>2723642
Subtle.

>>2723642
>no split chin
I doubt she's a trap, anon

>>2723597

Beckett - Whoroscope
Pound - Hugh Selwyn Mauberley

these are in my opinion straight rips of prufrock. but who could blame them, it was popular.