Prufrock

Prufrock has a very interesting lack of structure which actually supports itself visually with each short phrase. The love poem is random and all over the place, much like real love. Prufrock cannot seem to find this true love however, because it seems time is slipping away from him that he will never get back. The ups and downs of love are well displayed in the text with it switching back and forth without any pattern whatsoever. It seems that he is stuck in a downward spiral toward a vauge sense of nothingness.

Prufrock helps us visually imagine the complexities of love. There is no way to "put love into a box" or try and simply define it by words. In fact, words cannot even begin to define love. The author's amazing ability to show us these incomprehensible ideas and mangled thoughts of ficticious fancy truly enables us to see a portion of a glimpse of his struggle to find love. The words are more impactful in short phrases. Words by themeselves have much more emphasis and come with a whole lot more meaning than words in a sentence. Simple, yes. Meaningfull, absolutely. The way each section is broken down and separated from the rest is a work of absolute genious.