Seeing as you are a BASKET CASE, I have the right to intervene.

[vaya___]

There's something in the poem The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (as it is a very long poem, I feel that I am justified in underlining it rather than putting it in quotes) that I'm supposed to know. It's been showing up a lot recently from a lot of different people. John brought a large book of Elliot's to my house on Sunday and asked me to figure

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[_efflorescence_]

Funny...I know I mentioned that poem in my entry, but what I didn't say was that I've been thinking a lot about the yellow smoke (I just memorized that stanza) and what it means.

I really enjoy the way your entries are written. Just to let you know, since I don't comment too often.

[vaya___]

Exactly as I said: it has been popping up everywhere for me, lately. Wow, you and John have a lot in common and you have never met. There you go. :D

Thank you very kindly. I read yours, you know, but comments are my bane. Yeah. Commenting just does not work well with me.

[ebcahavoc]

to me the yellow smoke was always representative of age, like the whole poem is...
it's scared of growing older, of wearing the bottoms of one's trouser's rolled, of the passage of time...but scared more of the mundanity of life, sort of.
so to me anyway that's why we measure our life in coffee spoons. the pure mundanity of it, such a slow, listless passage of time.
yellow smoke is aged and slides around the room catlike, sinewy.
you definitely nailed the bit about the women, though. 'as though their pseudo-intellectualism is impressive.' right on.

eliot's amazing, though. i love him.
he has inspired me to write more poems than anyone else. (though ginsberg comes a close second, haha)

[ankle_grabber]

I've never read this poem, but I think I shall, then I should let you know what I think. My analogy of poems was always a bit whacky, and never really equated to the rest of the class's views. I sometimes think too abstract, and end up getting in a state.