Saturday, June 23, 2007

A Reinhardt of the Mind Poetry Corner

The Paxil Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
By Jennifer Heinicke
A satire on the idea that poets’ anxiety, depression and early deaths might be prevented by doses of Paxil or Prozac and might lead to different forms of art.

Watch a multimedia version of the poem:
>Part 1

Read the poem as it was originally published:

We Real Cool
By Gwendolyn Brooks
Watch a multimedia version of "We Real Cool"

By Sylvia Plath
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

Who was Daddy?


Lynne said...

The Prufrock is magnificent. Thank you for introducing us.

Lynne said...

I forgot to add that the Ferlinghetti reference is a nice touch, too.

Don said...

Thanks. I was looking at my old copy of Coney Island recently and saw that Ferlinghetti gives credit to Henry Miller for that line. I love plays on those kinds of metaphors. In ancient philosophy, Plato spoke of the "city that lies within." The Romans called Jews and Christians "people of the book." Augustine talked about the "city of God." When I made a father's toast at my daughter's wedding, I referred to us parents as "parents of the book," meaning that we developed our parenting skills by reading books.