The lines I have taken are as follows “Having known the evenings, morning, afternoons // I have measured my life out in coffee spoons”. On the left I have written “I do this to escape the mundane”. This part of the poem is about repetitiveness, and how we sometimes get caught up in remembering the repetition of small mundane tasks (like drinking coffee) and how ofter we repeat these tasks.
The poem is about how this young man is paralyzed by his fear of time, getting older, aging, routine, city life and so on. His anxiety is quiet palpable, the poem is very famous. One of my favorite parts
My piece is a response to the poem in a way. Yes I am scared of things like aging, balding is a terrifying prospect (ill give myself a 50/50 chance on escaping it), being corrupted by society, yes I worry about routine of daily life. But I use this creative expression to free myself from those constraints. Everyone should have things that allow them to do that. For TS Eliot, it was his poetry. Although his narrator in the poem (presumably Alfred Prufrock) could not escape them, he could.
In the upcoming weekend I will be hopefully putting up a few wheatpastes, so look forward to that (probably some more poetry related as well).
Here is the poem in its entirety.