Good one, Carrol.
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From: "Carrol Cox" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Tuesday, January 26, 2010 1:05 PM
Subject: Re: Prufrock question
> Tom Colket wrote:
> > Also, consider this confession about a journey through another sleazy
> > part of town:
> > "And indeed there will be time/For the yellow smoke that slides along
> > the street,/Rubbing its back upon the window-panes".
> Wandering throug the "rough" part of town is hardly the same as
> Tear our pleasures with rough strife,
> Through the iron gates of life
> Je is always _watching_, never acting in the ralm (love & sex) the poem
> is, at least nominally, about.
> He even watches himself watching, reminding me of a little bit of verse
> by Joe Kennedy:
> The goose that laid the golden egg
> Died looking up its crotch
> To see what made its sphincter work.
> Would you lay well, don't watch.
> You lovers of ambiguity -- work on "lay." But actualy it's a play on
> different meanings of the word, not an ambiguity. Just as Austen's Mary
> Campbell is playing on different meanings of the words Rear and Vice,
> refering to the conversation in her uncle's house. She adds, "Now don't
> think I'm punning," making sue that everyone including the reader knows
> she is punning.