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“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock ”. By T.S. Eliot. T. S. Eliot. Grew up in an environment that promoted intellectual development and attended Harvard His early poems used techniques like intentionally fragmented structure and focused on despair of modern urban life
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“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” By T.S. Eliot
T. S. Eliot • Grew up in an environment that promoted intellectual development and attended Harvard • His early poems used techniques like intentionally fragmented structure and focused on despair of modern urban life • Part of a group called Modernists- believed poetry had to reflect genuine, fractured experience of life in 20th century, not romanticized idea of what life was once like (p. 716)
“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” • J. Alfred Prufrock is a stuffy, shy man who invites the reader to join him on a journey • Where Prufrock is going is open to debate • The most important part of this journey takes place in Prufrock’s emotions, memory and intellect as he meditates on his life
Dramatic Monologue • A poem or speech in which a character addresses a silent listener • http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=Q5UG7ISJfP0
Allusion • References to well-known people, historical events and literary works Ex. “The side lines is lined with casualtiesWho sip the life casually, then gradually become worseDon’t bite the apple, Eve” -Jay-Z http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8D3M6j1XAk4&feature=player_embedded
Epigraph • A short quotation or saying at the beginning of a work intended to suggest its theme. • Ex. Opening scene of The Breakfast Club And these children that you spit onAs they try to change their worldsAre immune to your consultationsThey're quite aware of what they're goin' through David Bowie—“Changes”
Free Verse • Poetry that lacks a regular rhythmical pattern, or meter Ex. “Fog” by Carl Sandburg The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
Activity • Use the worksheet to annotate the poem