The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock A Poem by T.S. Eliot www.poetryfoundation.org A pair of ragged clawsDo I dare disturb the universe?That is not it at allI have heard the mermaids singing lonelinessmelancholy
The Waste Land A Poem by T.S. Eliot www.poetryfoundation.org HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIMEA handful of dustWho walks beside you?Has it begun to sprout?Fragments solitudesociety
Human kind cannot bear very much reality A Fragment by T.S. Eliot www.coldbacon.com Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind Cannot bear very much reality. Time past and time future What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. realitytime
Report on the Art and Technology Program of the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, 1967–1971 A Research Paper by Robert Irwin, James Turrell & Ed Wortz archive.org You leave with the artThe object of art
You leave with the art If we define art as part of the realm of experience, we can assume that after a viewer looks at a piece, they "leave" with the art, because the "art" has been experienced. We are dealing with the limits of an experience—not, for instance, with the limits of painting. experience