Fuck Yeah, Mr. T. S. Eliot

Dedicated to Mr. Thomas Stearns Eliot.

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“To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man's life.”

— T. S. Eliot, “The Use of Poetry and the Use of Criticism”

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10 Favorite Poems (In No Particular Order) > 07. Preludes - T. S. Eliot

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““I observe: “Our sentimental friend the moon! Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may be Prester John’s balloon Or an old battered lantern hung aloft To light poor travellers to their distress.” She then: “How you digress!” And I then: “Some one frames upon the keys That exquisite nocturne, with which we explain The night and moonshine; music which we seize To body forth our vacuity.” She then: “Does this refer to me?” “Oh no, it is I who am inane.” “You, madam, are the eternal humorist, The eternal enemy of the absolute, Giving our vagrant moods the slightest twist! With your aid indifferent and imperious At a stroke our mad poetics to confute—” And—“Are we then so serious?””

— Conversation Galante [T. S. Eliot]

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“Ask for what you want and be prepared to get it.”

— Maya Angelou

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John Gohorry, Annus Mirabilis

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It's weekend! What books will you be picking up?

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“Half the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don't mean to do harm; but the harm does not interest them. Or they do not see it, or they justify it because they are absorbed in the endless struggle to think well of themselves.”

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“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?”

— T. S. Eliot [The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock]

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BOOK PHOTO CHALLENGE: (DAY 3) QUOTE

The Love Story of J. Alfred Prufrock

In T. S. Eliot’s poem, Prufrock is talking of his live. One thing about his time was that people met at coffee shops frequently to talk and connect. Prufrock has had many conversations in his life, all of which would have been with or around coffee. To say that coffee spoons can measure out his life is to mean that each important moment in his life has literally been with him measuring out coffee. 

But what I love is how true this is today. A lot of good conversations I’ve had have been around some sort of beverage. Coffee is wildly popular where I live, and to sit in coffee shops doing homework or talking about life with people I love is as normal as breathing.

One specific memory I have of coffee is my sophomore year of high school, in my AP English/History class. The teacher had a coffee maker in his class, and he would brew coffee and allow us to drink as he lectured. I learned to live by coffee. I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.