The lovesong of j alfred prufrock
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Eliot and Modernism Preface Eliot is the master of modern poetry. It takes the position that the Eliot approach of showing (in contrast to telling), how a character feels, by letting the reader ‘intrude’ upon the narrative mental observations contained within a dramatic monologue, is fundamental. However, the predominant objective of the dissertation is to determine how the two major themes of individual unhappiness and urban shabbiness are suggested, portrayed and then cemented into the reader’s mind. Throughout, the dissertation explores and illustrates Eliot’s methodology, in particular his use of: language personification synecdoche and his own ‘objective correlative’ theories of imagery. The dissertation explores the different methods used to connote city seediness or debauchery – attributes which, in some poems represent the dominant purpose of the work but, in others, act as a supportive environment for the individual ‘relationship’ cheerlessness depicted. Complementary to his depictions of personal misery, are Eliot’s images of city dreariness and degradation that, as a young man, he found distasteful but fascinating. The dissertation also notes and illustrates other writers that significantly influenced the young Eliot during this formative stage of his career. Using Prufrock and March Hare poems that exemplify his observational methods for depicting such ‘affairs’, the dissertation examines a number of factors within this approach it thus determines how Eliot creates the feelings of, at worst ‘despair’ and at best ‘embarrassment’, so that reader recognition of such discomposure is accomplished. The essay notes that Eliot’s early portrayals of ‘unhappiness’ were mostly founded upon dysfunctional relationships and that, moreover, any resulting sadness was brought about by the frailties of the partners (most often the man), irrespective of whether the association was in the process of being imagined, sought, developed or abandoned. We hear voices, wake up, and…uh-oh.The dissertation explores T.S.Eliot’s portrayals of human unhappiness and urban dreariness within his early poetry – specifically his published and unpublished work written during the period 1909-1915. We’re at the bottom of the sea, surrounded by girls wrapped in seaweed. But suddenly things get all disoriented and the world turns upside down.
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(Finally! Our skin was getting pasty from all that staying indoors.) Look, mermaids! This is the nicest thing we have seen all day. Out of nowhere, he takes us to the beach. Prufrock is getting older before your eyes – his hair turns white and his arms get even thinner. If you eat one more "cake" you think you’ll explode. In other parts of the house, people are talking and laughing and music is playing, but we’re not allowed to go in there…Prufrock offers you yet another cup of coffee, and you don’t even know what time of day it is. All anyone seems to do is lie around and grow older. This is the London of the tired and bored middle-class, sitting in their cramped rooms drinking tea and coffee all day.
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But the poem’s other setting is just as bad, though it looks nicer on the surface. Part of the poem takes place in this obviously hellish part of the big metropolis.
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Pretty soon you’re both lost, which was just what he intended. And all the while Prufrock is there besides you, gesturing for you to follow him further down this rabbit-hole of squalor and darkness. Drunks are stumbling out of the "sawdust restaurants" and sloppy-looking couples argue outside of "cheap hotels." A woman with bright clothes and too much makeup is leering at you from her doorway. Steam is rising from the streets, and a sick yellow fog circulates around the crooked houses. We start this journey in a dark, smelly neighborhood of London.