Tao Speaks: Re: an excerpt from 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' by T.S. Eliot

Re: an excerpt from 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' by T.S. Eliot

Posted by Chris on 3/16/2008, 1:42 am, in reply to "an excerpt from 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' by T.S. Eliot "
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--Previous Message--
: "There will be time, there will be time
: To prepare a face to meet the faces that you
: meet;

You know you've travelled when your own face will face any and all.

: There will be time to murder and create,
: And time for all the works and days of hands
: That lift and drop a question on your plate;

When you "know" that all is equal or equals out, the question is, "what remains"?

: Time for you and time for me,

Yes.

: And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
: And for a hundred visions and revisions,
: Before the taking of a toast and tea.

Yes.

: In the room the women come and go
: Talking of Michelangelo.

In the end, their faces only, separate them. And among all men for a woman. A companion, neither Michaelangelo nor Mae West, is all.

: And indeed there will be time
: To wonder, "Do I dare?" and,
: "Do I dare?
: "Time to turn back and descend the
: stair,
: With a bald spot in the middle of my hair--
: [They will say: "How his hair is
: growing thin!"]

And the buttocks of either sex sag...

: My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly
: to the chin,
: My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by
: a simple pin--
: [They will say: "But how his arms and
: legs are thin!"]
: Do I dare
: Disturb the universe?"

Do I dare not?

Could I, even if I tried?

Yet the universe places me here.

If I do not extend into my place,

where, if anywhere, is my place?

Dead or alive?

I have my biological place that transcends even the highest or subtlest metaphysics. My path is to reconcile the rest of it, with my past daring.

And in so doing, I continue to dare.

Such is life.

Choose death if you will. Only life gives options.

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an excerpt from 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' by T.S. Eliot - Steve 3/15/2008, 1:50 pm
- Re: an excerpt from 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock' by T.S. Eliot - Chris 3/16/2008, 1:42 am
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--Previous Message-- : : : --Previous Message-- : "There will be time, there will be time : To prepare a face to meet the faces that you : meet; : : You know you've travelled when your own face : will face any and all. : : There will be time to murder and create, : And time for all the works and days of hands : That lift and drop a question on your plate; : : When you "know" that all is equal : or equals out, the question is, "what : remains"? : : Time for you and time for me, : : Yes. : : And time yet for a hundred indecisions, : And for a hundred visions and revisions, : Before the taking of a toast and tea. : : Yes. : : In the room the women come and go : Talking of Michelangelo. : : In the end, their faces only, separate them. : And among all men for a woman. A companion, : neither Michaelangelo nor Mae West, is all. : : And indeed there will be time : To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, : "Do I dare? : "Time to turn back and descend the : stair, : With a bald spot in the middle of my hair-- : [They will say: "How his hair is : growing thin!"] : : And the buttocks of either sex sag... : : My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly : to the chin, : My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by : a simple pin-- : [They will say: "But how his arms and : legs are thin!"] : Do I dare : Disturb the universe?" : : Do I dare not? : : Could I, even if I tried? : : Yet the universe places me here. : : If I do not extend into my place, : : where, if anywhere, is my place? : : Dead or alive? : : I have my biological place that transcends : even the highest or subtlest metaphysics. My : path is to reconcile the rest of it, with my : past daring. : : And in so doing, I continue to dare. : : Such is life. : : Choose death if you will. Only life gives : options. :

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