TS Eliot at Boston College...or is it? Photo by Burns Library at Boston College via Flickr (http://bit.ly/1G35vlh)

T(aylor) S(wift) Eliot

Taylor Swift, looking just like an old-timey poet. Photo by Larry Darling via Flickr (http://bit.ly/1viOO49)

Taylor Swift, looking just like an old-timey poet. Photo by Larry Darling via Flickr (http://bit.ly/1viOO49)

One of my favorite poems is Ash Wednesday by TS Eliot. It's long and full of images, and I try to read it every year on Ash Wednesday, which happens to be today, and which got me thinking about another TS I love: Taylor Swift. Could it be that her lyrics and Eliot's poem would make the perfect mash-up?

Now, I've never seen Taylor Swift and TS Eliot in a room together, which is pretty fishy since they obviously run in the same circles. Plus there's the coincidence of the initials: TS Eliot? Taylor Swift Eliot?

Have we been duped all along into believing this incredibly gifted wordsmith was really two people? Let's take a look at the poem:

Because I do not hope to shake again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to shake
I shake it off! Shake it off!

Okay, that's a little strange, but it could just be chance? Let's continue...

Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
But I've got a blank space, baby
And I'll write your name

TS Eliot at Boston College...or is it? Photo by Burns Library at Boston College via Flickr (http://bit.ly/1G35vlh)

TS Eliot at Boston College...or is it? Photo by Burns Library at Boston College via Flickr (http://bit.ly/1G35vlh)

Well, that's just weird.

No place of grace for those who avoid the face
No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the voice
Will the veiled sister pray for
Those who walk in darkness, who chose thee and oppose thee,
'Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in
So shame on you now-ow
Flew me to places I'd never been
Til you put me down 

Now I'm suspicious.

We are glad to be scattered, we did little good to each other,
We are never, ever, ever getting back together

As a final piece of evidence, I would like you to consider that "Taylor Swift" is an anagram of "Farts It Yowl," and we all know J. Alfred Prufrock was a flatulent fellow. So, the investigation draws to an end. The Pulitzer committee knows where to find me.

Comments

  1. Another option:
    No place of grace for those who avoid the face
    No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the voice
    This is a state of grace
    This is the worthwhile fight
    Love is a ruthless game
    Unless you play it good and right

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