The Love Song of ./ Alfred Prufrock

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock is one of my favorite poems. But it's not the kind of favorite poem that I really want to tell people is my favorite poem. As favorite poems go, it's unremarkable. So many English teachers assign Prufrock to so many students, so many of whom learn to love Prufrock and then go on to become English teachers assigning Prufrock to their students who become Prufrock lovers and so on until the point (which is now) that liking Prufrock has become pedestrian. The elitist ivory tower has taken one of the world's great elitist poets and turned him into pseudo cultural capitol for the common man. That's fucking awesome.