Inappropriate Conversations

"But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet -- and here's no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid." T.S. Eliot Matthew 14:1-14 (it’s shocking that the execution of a prophet as a prize for an impromptu dance at a birthday isn’t the most offensive thing about the fate of John the Baptist, whose head was “served” on a platter before party guests) #IC 75: Reason, but No Rhyme, to Poetry (12/3/11) 93: Poetry Providing Perspective (7/1/12) The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock The Waste Land and Other Poems