Is this community geared toward those who feel they can ideantify with a single, beautiful poem about the inexorable downfall of the everyman, or is it geared toward those who appreciate the whole of Eliot's canon, in which there are many poems greater than Prufrock which seek to handle similar sentiment. See Portrait of a Lady for romantic hesitation/regret, and see Gerontion for our collective last gasp. Dans Le Restaurant also copes with the sbove themes, from a separated angle. I don't mean to be an ass, but I would love to ignite discourse. And perhaps try "The Love Song OF J. Alfred Prufrock," rather than "FOR J. Alfred Prufrock," unless I've unwittingly overlooked your clever homage.