technomadic
notes from the ever-emerging field
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Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
[…]
And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?
[…]
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.— T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
