FWIW, let me share my own fanciful notion of  what I choose to call mystical existentialism.  

It means to me that existence is absurd and meaningless unless redeemed by faith in God. 
If God is at the center of things, everything has value and meaning. 
The Fire and the Rose are one.  

The impression I form from my reading of Eliot's poetry is the poet viewed things in this perspective. 
Prufrock and Gerontion, implicitly or explicitly,  find the world absurd in its departure from God. 
They are painfully aware of their own imperfections, even as they aspire for purity and perfection 
that belongs to the Absolute. 


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One might as well, I suppose, view Eliot's poetry in the light of Christian existentialism, in case it has not already been. 

Christian existentialism - a Wiki page 


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a word on Heidegger's 'Dasein'

Dasein (German pronunciation: [ˈdaːzaɪn]) is a German word which literally means being there (German: da - there; sein - being) often translated in English with the word existence. It is a fundamental concept in the existential philosophy of Martin Heidegger particularly in his magnum opus 'Being and Time'. Heidegger uses the expression dasein to refer to the experience of being that is peculiar to human beings. Thus it is a form of being that is aware of and must confront such issues as personhood, mortality and the dilemma or paradox of living in relationship with other humans while being ultimately alone with oneself. (Wikipedia) 


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Daring to disturb the universe: Heidegger's authenticity and The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Griffiths, D.
Literator: Journal of Literary Criticism, comparative linguistics and literary studies
Aug 1, 2009 



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The Existential Angst Behind Eliot's Spiritual Quest 

"[M]an struggles pitifully, matching his puny strength against the huge impersonal forces of this cosmic process, age after age, aeon after aeon over measures of time beyond thought, swept along by currents of passion in a void that he peoples with the phantoms of desire". -- 'Dimensions of Buddhist Thought' by Francis Story 


                           What will the spider do,          
Suspend its operations, will the weevil
Delay? De Bailhache, Fresca, Mrs. Cammel, whirled
Beyond the circuit of the shuddering Bear
In fractured atoms. Gull against the wind, in the windy straits
Of Belle Isle, or running on the Horn,          
White feathers in the snow, the Gulf claims ...


       Where is there an end of it, the soundless wailing,
The silent withering of autumn flowers
Dropping their petals and remaining motionless;
Where is there and end to the drifting wreckage ... 

      There is no end, but addition: the trailing
Consequence of further days and hours,
While emotion takes to itself the emotionless
Years of living among the breakage
Of what was believed in as the most reliable
And therefore the fittest for renunciation.
               ('The Dry Salvages') 


The torment of existential void is apparently behind Eliot's spiritual quest.  


Do I dare    
Disturb the universe?

-- Prufrock

The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.

-- 'Preludes'

“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 own vacuity.” 

  -- 'Conversation Galante' 

"I should have been a pair of ragged claws
 Scuttling across the floors of silent seas."

An angst that has never ceased to haunt us ??? 



"Looking into the heart of light, the silence." 

Memento Mori: Existentialism, The Waste Land and Rosencrantz 


T S Eliot: Prufrock and Other Observations 

Very insightful.