‘Prufrock’ - Chamber Dance Project premiere

A review by Alexander C. Kafka

June 21, 2019

//The irresistible paradox of T.S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred
Prufrock” is its gritty transcendence. It is grounded but out of body, a
free-floating passage through a quotidian life with all its tedium and
worries (baldness, aging, misunderstanding), as well as its elusive
pleasures (flirting, art, peaches). With sad humor, it both acknowledges
and resists human insignificance, futility, and mortality, and nods to the
touch of magic that sets us, now and then, unexpectedly aglow.//