Friday, February 20, 2009


I had a great friend in college who was a fellow fan of TS Eliot. We used to quote "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" to each other, especially the heartbreaking bit:

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.

This torque is my meditation on the longing and timidity expressed in that passage. The loop is solid oak, the hands are boxwood.


  1. Oh, one of my favorite passages from Prufrock--I recite those last two lines all the time. I love your interpretation.

  2. My best high school friend and I used to pass this passage back and forth between us in words and letters. At the time I saw it in a happier light, and now I see it with more wistfulness and sorrow. I love the tangible space between the hands and peach.