" 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 I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?"
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock - T.S ELIOT
|Pencil on paper. GIMP|
"His being is a lack of being, but this lack has a way of being which is precisely existence. Man makes himself a lack, but he can deny the lack as lack and affirm himself as a positive existence.
He then assumes the failure. And the condemned action, insofar as it is an effort to be, finds it validity insofar as it is a manifestation of existence. "
The ethics of ambiguity - DE BEAUVOIR