A collection of scattered thoughts

If I decide to see the big screen adaptation of The Great Gatsby, I’m going to imagine it isn’t a book.

Fitzgerald would not be happy.

Listening to metal and smoking weed. I’m just going to stay here forever.

(Source: vanessaliddell)

T.S. ELIOT

poetrysince1912:

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 Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”, Poetry, June 1915

According to the Guardian, David Bowie, Arcade Fire, Chuck D, Tori Amos, and Arcade Fire number among Eliot’s many fans.

Watch for the Arcade Fire’s Will Butler in our June 2012 issue.