(1) to eat a peach (2) wear the bottoms of his white flannel trousers rolled (3) parts his hair behind even
(4) dares to aks
the overwhelming question
"( Oh, do not ask, what is it! )"
Oh & (5) gets to hear ( ** ** ** )
"...the mermaids singing...."
Prufrock "Hum...." kills the king.
Becomes the king.
Beds. Weds Ophelia.
" Buzz buzz...come come..go...go!"
"It's a very foreshortened Hamlet...I know
but - what the heck!
"See..? slurps Hammy ". . . now, that wasn't so bad...was it?"
"Another Cisk?" "Naw...I'll have a Becks!"
"Jaysus Prufrock now ...what's up?"
"Don't know..."mutters J.A.P. wearing a frothy beer moustache.
"HURRY UP PLEASE...IT'S TIME!" roars the barman in Maltese.
"I can connect nothing with...nothing!" Prufrock almost sobs.
"Like that time on Margate sands..."
Hamlet cuts him curtly off.
"Don't even go...there!"
"But I still get that squirmy ...you know...feeling
we are just fragments of
the imagination of some *long haired Irish poet
sunning himself by the waters of
the shimmering waters of a Sliema hotel pool
...up up in the clouds!
"Yeah, me too spooky...innit?"
Hamlet looks behind him checking for what isn't
there. . .
"Ahhhh well, never mind eh?"
Prufrock attempts an attempt at being cheerful.
"Let us go, then you and I...
when the evening is spread out against the sky..."
Like a patient etherised upon a table! they both sing outta time and outta tune
stumbling one into the other.
A long hair Irish poet smiles as he watches them
"Għaġġel fil-għoli...wasal iż-żmien JEKK JOGĦĠBOK!" the barman roars.
Pronounced MAR SA SCHLOCK. Those Maltese Xs being really SHs in disguise.
* Pronounced CHISK but the new barman is obviously new to the language and pronounces it TSK which makes him think that is what our two fictional characters are ordering.
Not to be confused with mobile texting but rather the literary texts of which both of them owe their existence.
* The play bounded in a nutshell as it were.
One Donall Gearld Oliver Denis Dempsey is a good example of this sort.
* The No. 1 song all over Heaven...beating Sparks THE NO. 1 SONG ALL OVER HEAVEN to the top spot.
** "Għaġġel fil-għoli...wasal iż-żmien JEKK JOGĦĠBOK!" Once again the new Irish barman hasn't got his tonsils around the Maltese lingo and comes out with this terrible mish mash of the typical barman's cry.