April Is the Cruellest Month
When T.S. Eliot penned the opening lines to The Wasteland, he certainly didn’t anticipate April becoming National Poetry Month.
And a decade ago, when the American Academy of Poets chose Eliot’s cruellest month to be their month of celebration, they certainly didn’t forsee an April moment when a McCarty Muser would lay the poetic smackdown on a bevy of cute old ladies:
Bah. Poetry should never be used to support a Cult of Mediocrity.
Happy National Poetry Month, ladies. It may be a good idea to lay low for a while.
3 Ripples from “April Is the Cruellest Month”
Muser says:
April 13, 2005 at 4:05 pm
Okay, was that too mean? I’m in a bad mood today- it makes me less gracious of others.
In other news- I finally ordered the WomanKing EP today! (Micah was taking his sweet time with it.) Haha! It’s mine now! (Or will be in a few days.)
zalm says:
April 13, 2005 at 5:04 pm
well, as someone who just last post wanted to hit jimmy fallon in the face with a brick, i don’t know that i’m a trustworthy arbiter of what is or isn’t mean.
but it did make me laugh out loud. well-crafted tongue-in-cheek righteous indignation has a way of doing that. plus it introduced me to a new poem. so that was good, too.
i’m confident that you’ll enjoy the disc. i only wish it were longer.
zalm says:
April 15, 2005 at 2:04 pm
whoa.
when i wrote this, it wasn’t for a moment because i thought your post was mean � just funny. the poem really was new to me, and i did sincerely believe this was only a local group of sadly cute old ladies.
but i now realize that this is a global order of programmatic eccentricity.
not that you needed it, but you have my blessing.... stomp away.
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