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
Sonorisms I the authenticity of the gesture as if the air had taken on substance representation and re-presentation a first order of presence this painterly game of pick-up sticks Irwin's "fetish finish" questions all of whose possible answers would never exhaust them the art is what has happened to the viewer an art of things not looked at a dialogue of immanence the information that takes place between things your house is the last before the infinite his "project of general peripatetic availability" that shiver of perception perceiving itself a desert of pure feeling Lawrence Wechler & Robert Irwin, Seeing Is Forgetting the Name of the Thing One Sees PhonaestheticsArchitectural dark matter wordseuphony