T. S. Eliot poet -FALLING-

As I continue to say I am a student of very intense research. I enjoy looking deep into ideas and creating my work around them. As I am also a literature student I can see how bigger ideas have effected people and linking them with photography I find not only easy but very very rewarding. One of the biggest ideas I myself believe in and feel strongly about is our existence. We as a whole class are studying this poet and specifically the poem: 'The Lovesong of Alfred Prufrock'.

First published in the June 1915 issue of Poetry: A Magazine of Verse, this poem explores large themes that at the time were seen to be very controversial. The poetry of seventeenth-century metaphysical poet John Donne who I have looked at previously was a reference made through the poem.  This poem allows its audience to explore really huge themes in whatever depth they would like. For example, the poem explores our reasons for being on the earth, he questions small things and the post famous poem line "Do I dare eat a peach?" is found within this poem.

Although this is not photography and I am not looking closely at some images I am still inspired, if not more than I would be with an image. I feel most of my work is inspired though literary and media theories and books and only a small percentage by the work of photographers. I feel this works best for me as I am not influenced to copy their work.
In relation to my project title FALLING, I feel this is suitable as it fits in with all the theories I have researched and the work I am interested in. In m previous work such as my project based on MISPLACED I looked at theories from Rowland Bathes in depth and really researched the theory. This is a similar idea as to looking closely at theories and trying to piece together images that could represent this.

This poem has inspired many of my ideas and from just everyday life I feel this poem have made a difference. 
I have included the first stanza of the poem to allow you to take from it what you want:

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Let us go then, you and I, 

When the evening is spread out against the sky 

Like a patient etherized upon a table; 

Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, 

The muttering retreats 

Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels 

And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: 

Streets that follow like a tedious argument 

Of insidious intent 

To lead you to an overwhelming question ... 

Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” 

Let us go and make our visit. 

In the room the women come and go 

Talking of Michelangelo.