Is J. Alfred Prufrock insecure?

but also the peach skin maybe refers back to

and i have known the arms already, known them all--
arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(but in the lamplight downed with light brown hair!)

I've always assumed he's about Eliot's age was when he wrote the poem: 22.

I'm sure there's a whole dissertation to be written about peaches in literature/popular culture cf Prufrock, Jimmy Corrigan, James and the Giant Peach, The Stranglers, um, the Presidents of the United States of America. Etc.

i mean, whoever got indigestion after eating a peach? and how can you 'lose a tooth' if you're wearing dentures?

Right, well I think it's either losing one tooth, or having dentures and having them come out (which is why fixodent was invented). I'm not sure which.

I've always assumed he's about Eliot's age was when he wrote the poem: 22.

-- Casuistry (chri...), April 27th, 2005.

Well, I think it's a very bad idea to assume that the speaker of a poem, especially one by someone like Eliot, is the author or the same age (or race, or gender, or in the same time period) as the author.

I actually imagined him maybe in his 30s or 40s -- old enough to be worrying about old age but not feeling the effects yet.

I have never seen sexuality in Prufrock's peach. Also, I think he is older than 22. Say 37.

But come on:
http://www.christinespies.com/images/peach.jpg

-- Liz :x (lizd4ply...), April 28th, 2005.

Maybe he's a bit alienated, but he's mainly paralyzed by indecision. Though I do think he has a certain amount of contempt for the chatter about Michaelangelo, but part of that also comes out of fear of coming across well at these social gatherings.

Here's THE answer:

Prufrock is such a power lover that his lay ends up "like a patient etherized upon a table" (notice the similie: like). He likes taking his women to "one night cheap hotels", because of all the sawdust. His manhood is so unbelievable that he often hears the question "what is it?", but he prefers to get down to fucking, "let us make our visit".

Prufrock is also quite prolific, and he's not averse to group sex and pissing action: "In the room the women come and go". In fact, the women consider him an artist, they are "Talking of Michelangelo".

I'll let you discuss this angle with your TA. I'm sure you'll manage to convince him/ her. Come back if you want more.

HAHAHA I only just got this.

It was then that either he or one of his women bit off his penis. I am now inclined to believe that he emasculated himself, but that he subsequently regrets his action: "Then how should I begin | To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?" After healing, he is of course left "With a bald spot in the middle of my hair".

We totally get this pome!

The poem begins with a quote from Dante, seemingly illustrative of Prufrock's address to the reader (which forms the text of Eliot's poem). In Dante, the statement is made by a damned soul, who answers a question only because he believes that his listener can never return to Earth to give away the answer, which he wishes to keep secret. This seemingly places Prufrock in the position of one who speaks out from the gulf of some abyss, addressing arcane matters not to be shared with those on Earth. In so doing, he implies something about the reader as well as about the speaker. Should it perhaps be recalled, however, that the damned soul in Dante, quoted at the beginning of Prufrock, was sent to hell for the sin of false, deceitful, and treacherous counselling?

The indecisive Prufrock seems to be trying to decide whether to continue climbing the stair, or to turn back. There might also be an element of Dante here, as well. The suggestion that he has "known them all before" (the evenings, afternoons, and mornings of his life) should perhaps be taken literally. He is not living on Earth, but is reliving, in some sense, elements of his life elsewhere, though "elsewhere" needn't be taken literally as indicative of physical place. Shall he continue this phantom existence, with its odd corruptions (e.g., the arm which seems at first fair and feminine but which reveals a hirsute defect when viewed under the lamp), or shall he address the "overwhelming question" and thereby "disturb the universe"? (The phrase "disturb the universe" should certainly be taken literally.) Yet throughout, he remains coy, skirting this question (much less its answer!). He does not return from the dead to advise the living (q.v. the story of Dives and Lazarus), but instead employs obscure metaphors suggestive (falsely?) of concealed meanings and mysteries. But perhaps he has decided that nobody would believe him, "though he rose from the dead".

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The ontology is what the poem is about, and thus is obviously what makes it.

Mark Adkins
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Mark Adkins
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That is much more present in the poem than a few tossed off allusions to Dante.

I'm not sure this is so "obvious." Prufrock was written in 1917. According to various articles I'm finding on the net, body hair removal didn't become popular among women until the 1920s. So it's hard to understand why the narrator would be disgusted by a little arm hair (not to mention that it could have a subtle sexual undertone) -- also, the word "downed" sounds pleasant enough to me.

I was lead here by the Random Homework Googler Memorial thread.

Beth's discussion of the dead things on the beach seems more interesting than the entire preceding discussion of Prufrock. She was one of the good ones.