Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;

The Atlantic has an article, When T.S. Eliot Invented the Hipster. It was 100 years ago with “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.

I listened to a recording of Eliot reading the poem today and then my mind drifted to Alanis Morissette singing “What If God Was One Of Us?”

Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His way home

I’m not sure why I connected these in my mind. Perhaps some of it relates to the lectionary for today and the flight to Egypt. There is something about the journey, with J. Alfred Prufrock to where

women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo

Perhaps, it is a different Michaelangelo, Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio and his painting “Rest on the Flight into Egypt” that provides the link.

I pause to look at various paintings of the Flight to Egypt and I think of the Holy Family, just trying to make its way home.

Over on OpenCulture, I see there are a bunch of MOOCs starting up shortly, and I kick around the idea of joining one. I read through a bunch of the descriptions and the poetry ones sound the most interesting. Perhaps I should immerse myself in Walt Whitman for the next several weeks.