Today we’re looking at the absurd, those things that make us laugh and/or cry, confuse us, intrigue us, maybe even make us cross.
In the workshop we’ll read three poems together, by a mixture of different poets and we’ll share our reactions as well as perhaps our own tales of the absurd.
The Texts
T.S Eliot (1888-1965), From ‘The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock’
We began at the lines ‘In the room the women come and go’ and ended with ‘So how should I presume?’ but the whole poem is wonderful and thought-provoking.
Hera Lindsay Bird (h.1997), ‘HAVING ALREADY WALKED OUT ON EVERYONE I EVER SAID I LOVED’
Lawrence Ferlinghetti (1919-2021), ‘Constantly Risking Absurdity’
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