lit analysis 3

lit analysis 3 - Christie Strawser 2/26/08 Literature...

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Christie Strawser 2/26/08 Literature Journal 3 I was so struck by the intensity of T.S. Eliot’s poem, The Love song of J. Alfred Prufrock, that I do not know where to begin. At first glance I notice that he is full of insecurities. Insecurities that pertain to his physical appearance and also the way he lives his life. To try and translate, He mentions “the room of women who come and go talking of Michaelangelo.” Could it be an art museum? Then he talks about there being time for yellow smoke, yellow fog creeping along the street, “rubbing its back upon the window- panes;” I love it when he says “I know the voices dying with a dying fall” I hope he is referring to the way some people talk with no real purpose in mind. What do they call it… word vomit? Diarreah of the mouth? He says that he should “have been a pair of ragged claws; Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.” I see this as another insecurity, he wishes that he was a crab, or lobster, a simple being that far away at the bottom of the sea, so that his decisions are more
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