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For The Love Of Community: T.S. Eliot’s Alienation And The Community It Molds, by Christina Woodson, no use of this work permitted without written consent

Christina Woodson Professor Gleason  Poetry  20 May 2022 For The Love Of Community: T.S. Eliot’s Alienation And The Community It Molds The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot is a poem that entices readers with the second point of view questions it swiftly presents, a forward from a book that questions human existence, and literary devices that deliver for an unsettling and isolating setting. In this poem, the author states a clear question about the effects of globalization. Some of these questions are already answered by the isolating tone conceived in this poem, which furthers and strengthens a sense of community in the newly alienated world. While the poem is distinguished lonely and leaves audiences feeling the despair that Prufrock makes them feel in his monologue about his isolation and how it is relatable to audiences.  Let us go then, you and I, (Eliot, Line 10).  In Dante’s Inferno which is quoted right before this line, Dante takes the reader...

Descriptive poem, by Christina Woodson, no use of this work permitted without written consent

When dogs and cats litter the streets, In smithereens that look like the most rotten tomatoes mixed in with the cracking tar on the hot Los Angeles road, I know the empire is going to fall, shattered to the floor like millions of mirrors leaving no room to spare anyone.  Maybe I never knew just how many animals get hit by cars, mangled and tangled and tossed like a meat grinder. But now I notice and I see the numbers,  Too many to remember.  Rats, dogs, cats, babies, and my uterus, All lining the streets where I drive Through a hellish industrial wasteland that David Lynch could not have created. Snow falling that is the ash of the mountains up the coast burning down. The older I get, The hotter the sun becomes, My eyes begin to phase the golden filter out, but probably only because they’re melting into my skull.  The land is grey and bleak, but mostly brown, And the dogs and cats and rats line the street.  And maybe I just never noticed, but now that I do, it’s...