The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Since this is my first blog and blog post, I feel the need to explain my title.
If you have taken twelfth grade English or are at all familiar with classic poets, you may vaguely recognize the title of my blog. It comes from a poem by T.S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” written in 1920. The actual poem is rather long and I admit that I don’t understand all of it. I appreciate the poem in the way that you recognize something beautiful and perfect but you don’t need to know the why and how of it. You know that there is a deeper meaning to the poet and a different interpretation for each individual who comes across it. My favorite verses of the poem go like this:

“Do I dare

Disturb the universe?

In a minute there is time

For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all-

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;

I know the voices dying with a dying fall

Beneath the music from a farther room.

So how should I presume?”

I love the way these verses suggest that there is something bigger in this world than us. We are small beings, here for a short time, drinking our coffee every morning, and going about our business each day. So my goal with this blog is to offer some insight into this big world the way I see it. I know that I am neither right nor wrong in my opinions about anything. There is no absolute truth, there is only truth the way I see it.

So I will measure my life with coffee spoons. I will appreciate each day and thoroughly enjoy my morning cup of coffee.

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