Nonsense in a new medium. Poems, Plays, Prose, Political Satire and Philosophical treatises. (Warning: Site may also contain other genres beginning in the letter "P" such as puns, or pomegranates).
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock makes me sad. And not because it is sad itself -- which it is -- but because I could have written it (less eloquently, of course). There is a line in the poem that is especially hard to swallow."I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas."
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