Toast Poast Number 1915


From

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

By T.S. Eliot

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions
And for a hundred visions and revisions
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

 


Before the Toast and Tea is a singer-songwriter project in Omaha making time to create. Visions come before and after tea and toast. During, too. Visions with a soundtrack. Brownstacked, a cairn of toast. Soundcrack, the cracking of crisp crumb. Soundsmack, slurping hot tea.

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3 responses to “Toast Poast Number 1915

  1. kitchensquater

    You are quite the wordsmith LC.. Soundcrack, soundsmack. Knickknack Pattywhack give the dog a loan! Crisp crumbs cracking on the kitsch encounter. Vibraphone home ET!

  2. Lisa cherkasky

    Wordworks throwdown! I forfeit:)

  3. kitchensquater

    Hey, no need to four fit. May be “three fit” wood b better? You craft mojo word tapestries with the best of them Lisa, Don’t let my brief – or boxer – breaching get you down. Your sandwichesque Tiara remains firmly anchored.. hopefully by hearty artisan-dense loaf crenulations. I just looked it up – it is a legit word. Crenulation that is.. WHY is spell check so frickin; in the weeds?

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