>> In the room the women come and go, bopping to Portishead tunes. Yep, T.S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” meets Portshead.(via 3qd)
>> The intimate relationships we have with strangers through city Windows. ” Sometimes the light in her window is off, and he goes about his ordinary night wondering where she might be. That’s when she’s watching him.”
[image from Born]
Funny that, I’m reading Selected Poems of T. S. Eliot (which opens with Prufrock) at the moment. I remember buying it over a decade ago at Midnight Special, back when Midnight Special not only still existed, but was one of about half a dozen bookstores on the promenade.
Comment by don hosek — August 23, 2007 @ 4:23 pm
I miss Midnight Special!
Comment by Siel — August 23, 2007 @ 7:27 pm