“Being assigned to read T.S.Eliot’s “The Love Song of J.
Alfred Prufrock” in the 9th grade was my first real encounter with
Poetry (the capital P was quite definite). The poem took my mundane misery and
loneliness and gave them back to me, transformed into words that made my
feelings beautiful and important and not mine at all. It took my experience and
my emotions and made them something foreign, and that foreignness, that
alienation, was liberating: it was what Adorno writes of when he describes art
as turning social alienation into aesthetic objectification, thus both
preserving and transforming it.
–Reginald Shepherd Orpheus in the
Bronx
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