T.S Eliot poetry??????????????

Question

"the love song of j alfred prufrock" is written about the industrialization of that time. what year was it written? i have to make a collage or a piece of art on cardboard about the ideas of this poem.any ideas?thanks

Answer 1

Make it dark and forboding, everything during industrilisation was!  Try reading whatshisname!

Answer 2

About industrialization?  There is one section that you might read that way, but I don't think that was the main point.  But if you had to do a collage about industrialization... you could represent the "yellow fog" section

Answer 3

It was written in 1915, and it wasn't really so much about industrialization; it's more about Prufrock falling into inertia and how his personal decline mirrors that of society's.

The epigraph is from the 8th circle of h**l in the Divine Comedy, which was for frauds.....

It's a fantastically visual poem, so I think you could do a really cool, creative, abstract piece. Is this for AP Art Portfolio?

I'm heading out right now, but if you need ideas just keep the ? open & I'll come back and edit. Painting poems is one of the things I love to do.

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EDIT

The poem is really about a sad, middle-aged man stuck in inertia and chained down by fears & insecurities.

The way I see the poem - the way I would paint it  - would be of a globe set on the side of a bleak, cobble-stoned street that has a sad, faded beauty to it and trees that are almost barren except for a few remaining October leaves. An upside down clock on the side of a building shows that it's 11. The sky is dark with a sliver of a moon and golden musical notes in place of stars. In the distance are twin power plant pillars and rows of chimneys puffing out black smoke.

There is a window on the side of the world that a plain and sad looking, balding middle-aged man in a crumpled suit with rolled up trousers is peering into. He's rubbed the yellow fog & soot off the panes & is kind of like a Peeping Tom into the world he desires. Around his ankle is a chain. You can't see what is in the window, really, because he is blocking it, but from the sun beams radiating out of it it's obvious that it's much happier in there than it is on the street.

Young socialites walk with linked arms in the opposite direction. A man in business suit carrying briefcases and smoking a pipe is striding in the other. A drunkard with a cat beside him is slumped in front of a building. He's the only one paying any notice of J. Alfred Prufrock.

Maybe all that is way too random & bizarre... Idk. It's just the way I see the poem, and I hope it at least gives you some ideas. If you aren't a painter, maybe you could cut images out of magazines and paste them onto the cardboard.

Good luck!