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[gwendolyngrey]

I distinctly remember saying last winter that I was writing the worst paper of my life... that it was absolute drivel... complete rubbish. Well Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a new winner. Meet 'Simile and Metaphor within "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock."' This lovely gem of glowing garbage is making my brain ache. I can only blame myself though, I COULD have worked on it during break, but instead I'm just starting it and it's due tomorrow at 11:30.

But! I've gotten a fair amount done on my stays. I'm in the middle of sewing the binding all around the edges. And funnily enough, I'm having fun with the tabs... making them look all lovely and neatly cute. Of course, it could simply be that I'm comparing sitting on my bed in a patch of sunshine sewing to sitting in front of a harsh, empty screen pulling intellectual sounding thesis and paragraphs put of my ass. I have to write six pages. I have 3/4 of a page. I'm lame.

On the bright side, I turned in my other assignments today in plenty of time, and I'm in good shape for drawing, so things aren't as bleak as Prufrock makes it seems. I think Eliot's vision of the world is getting to me... I have to remember that I am not in some sordid land, wandering through half-deserted streets, the muttering retreats of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels and sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells. Nor am I yet in the gaze of my professor, with 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? This is good, it reminds me that in spite of the bleakness of the poem, and in spite of my seeming inability to articulate coherent thoughts on said poem, I still like it. I LIKE The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, and I'll have to do be best to prove WHY.

Comments

[tayloropolis.livejournal.com]

The best (non-history) paper I wrote in College was on Prufrock. I had a wonderful, creative World Literature teacher who basically gave us the prompt "write about the poem, and don't bore me. If you bore me, I'll fail you." So we had complete freedom. I wrote a companion poem called "The Lament of the Frat Boy," which followed a young man feeling lost in a sea of drunken debauchery, and paralleled his experiences with that of Prufrock. I had a lot of fun with that project.

[eldawen345.livejournal.com]

That is actually one of my favorite poems ever! I wish I could write your paper for you ;)

[tartancravat.livejournal.com]

I love that poem. Especially the Michelangelo line. But I never thought of it as bleak, although I suppose it is a little. I have no idea what most of T.S. Eliot's poetry is talking about anyway, I just think his words are lovely.