Scuttling across the floors of silent seas
--From The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot
It's wrong to confuse an author with his or her works...but he has a dyspeptic look that seems perfect for a crab, does Eliot. Not to mention the poem being set in October, in keeping with its Autumnal mood. I'm going with literature-related t-shirts on Mondays for awhile. Next week, continuing with the nautical theme, I'll have the Ancient Mariner up.
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THat is my favorite poem.
Somebody, maybe Dylan Thomas, said that TSE was like an ocean liner as he entered the room. I suppose he meant by that that all the lesser poets gave way before him like the parting of waves.
A scuttling crab? Maybe I'll take that with a small pinch of salt?
We are of,
life is,
a Japanese horror film, are
we the 80 cent soundtrack to our own demise?
Erase, re-wind and flicker,flicker flicker
Prufrock, ha... - question is: how does he wipe his glasses...?!
What a great quote to pull for inspiration. Froma great poem as well...
'Till human voices wake us, and we drown.'
*smile*
favourite poem of all time. no question. and by my favourite contemporary artist! can't get much better than that.
ah, but it could be a Japanese Horror Film..lol..if he weren't quite so friendly looking
Absolutely. You've got a great likeness of TSE too.
Oh. Those coffee spoons.
So much of this is just perfect.
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