When my staff of thousands sent me this book cover, APRIL IS A MOTHERFUCKER, by none other than T.S. Eliot, it put me in mind of Inventions of the March Hare: Poems 1909-1917, which includes Eliot’s fithy rotten early poems. They are so much fun, despite their sometime racism, that they naturally give the P.C. police conniptions. The staffer, who prefers to remain anonymous, points out that the lovely fake book cover, by riffing on one of Eliot’s most famous lines, “is as real as an internet blog can make it.” And now, for your enjoyment, here is the loveliest of the entertaining real stuff:
from Inventions of the March Hare: Poems 1909-1917
[edited with annotations by Christopher Ricks]
The Colombo and Bolo verses are the really dirty stuff. Here are some samples:
Postscript: April 25:
Ah, Spring
“Finally the daffodils
are here,” said a friend,
“and all that malarkey.”
It’s a steal-worthy line
making perfectly clear
that spring has come
and that a great matter
like the season’s arrival
faces scoffers like us
who prefer not to dote.
April isn’t the cruelest
month. I’d say it’s May
when daffodil trumpets
choose to wilt, not gloat.
— JH
I can well imagine that old Limerickologist, Gershon Legman collaborating with Fran Landesman to invent these. Perhaps a clue in her poem that reprises “Fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke.”