till human voices wake us and we drown

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 muttering retreats 5
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question…. 10
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, 15
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap, 20
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window panes; 25
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; 30
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.

In the room the women come and go 35
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair— 40
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare 45
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, 50
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all— 55
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? 60
And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress 65
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
. . . . . . . .

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets 70
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
. . . . . . . .

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! 75
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? 80
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, 85
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while, 90
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”— 95
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.”

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while, 100
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: 105
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”
. . . . . . . .
110
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use, 115
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old … I grow old … 120
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me. 125

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown 130
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
—  The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock – T. S. Eliot
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I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

                1x1 ᴩʟᴏᴛ ɪᴅᴇᴀ: SHE CREATURE

       Angst / Horror / Romance / Supernatural / Drama

   “I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
      I do not think that they will sing to me.

          I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
             Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
                  When the wind blows the water white and black.

                      We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
                          By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
                               Till human voices wake us, and we drown.”

Muse A is part of a crew that explores the deep sea with the intent of finding and documenting new species that live underwater. They have only been on their boat for a few days when they find their biggest discovery yet: a hybrid creature whose existence was previously deemed just a myth by not only the entire crew but also the rest of the world. A mermaid (muse B). Overjoyed by their new finding, they decide to capture and keep muse B locked up in a large tank of salt water on the ship, so that they can take muse B home. Most of the crew men are exited about this, they plan on selling muse B for lots of money to a museum, an aquarium or perhaps a science lab to be dissected. The only person who takes pity on muse B is muse A, who begins to feel as though it’s not morally right to capture muse B and take them away from their home. 

A few days into their journey back home, muse A is assigned the duty of cleaning the tank and feeding muse B with raw fish, that seems to be the only thing muse B eats. Muse A is a bit freaked out at first because as they’re cleaning the tank muse B keeps staring at them with strange glassy eyes. On a  whim, Muse A decides to break the tension by talking to Muse B about everyday things and eventually even apologizes to muse B for capturing them. Muse B, realizing that muse A may be their only chance for escape, begins to seduce and/or trick muse A into becoming their friend. Muse B intends to ask muse A if they will release them from their chains at night, when everyone else is sleeping, and set them free. When muse A agrees, muse B’s plan is to devour the entire crew so that none of them will ever return home with the news that mermaids exist and forever secure the safety of muse B’s species. 

But the more muse A talks to muse B, the more their friendship begins to seem genuine. Muse A promises to do anything to make sure that muse B will have a good life, even if it’s not in the sea. After a while muse B is faced with a hard decision: should they destroy the ship and claim back their freedom, or should they stay with the first friend they have ever made in hopes that the human world won’t be so bad?

                             Optional: 

- Muse A and muse B develop a romantic connection. 

- Muse B decides to escape on their own and devours the whole crew except muse A.

- Muse B joins muse A in the human world and is sold off to a science lab, but the night before muse   B is to be dissected muse A frees them and tries to take them back to the sea. Muse B then offers   muse A to join them but doesn’t realize that muse A can only live on land.

Possible trigger warnings:
Gore (death, blood, violence)
Cannibalism (mermaid eating humans)

vagabonds of the seas || part II of a tragic pirates mix

*inspired by the historical romance of calico jack + anne bonny*

a young man leaves his home in london as a privateer, only to return for his love as a wanted pirate

part II:
looks back at the beginning of their turmoil relationship of broken trust and abandonment

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“I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

beautifuldecline replied to your post:every decision i make at this point is filled with…

this sounds silly but when i’m unsure about my decisions i write on a piece of paper “[do] I dare disturb the universe [?]” and stare at it until i feel better about probably stupid decisions

omg legit tears have come to my eyes

do i dare disturb the universe? has chased me my whole life and i’ve always wanted to say yes yes yes! but it’s the indecisions that get in the way

but it’s true, bc the choices i’m making will in some way disturb the universe. so they must be taking me on the right track.

omg thank you so much <3

the signs as lines of poetry

Aries: I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

Taurus: Where could things be better than among the flowers of a spring day?

Gemini: Out of the ash I rise/ With my red hair/ And I eat men like air.

Cancer: You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.

Leo: I celebrate myself, and sing myself,And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

Virgo: Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern.

Libra: and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

Scorpio: I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Sagittarius: Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.

Capricorn: I have gone out, a possessed witch,   haunting the black air, braver at night;

Aquarius: angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night

Pisces: We have lingered in the chambers of the sea/
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown/ Till human voices wake us, and we drown.