Miles Coverdale (manos74) wrote,
Miles Coverdale

"Eliot has sent me Bullshit & the Ballad for Big Louise. They are excellent bits of scholarly ribaldry. I am longing to print them in Blast; but stick to my naif determination to have no 'Words Ending in -Uck, -Unt and -Ugger."
--Letter from D.B. Wyndham Louis to Ezra Pound, prior to July 1915

[One wonders how Blast made do without the words "aunt," "blunt," "count," "hugger-mugger," or "luck"...]

The Triumph of Bullshit

Ladies, on whom my attentions have waited
If you consider my merits are small
Etiolated, alembicated,
Orotund tasteless, fantastical,
Monotonous, crotchety, constipated,
Impotent galamatias
Affected, possibly imitated,
For Christ's sake stick it up your ass.

Ladies, who find my intentions ridiculous
Awkward insipid and horridly gauche
Pompous, pretentious, ineptly meticulous
Dull as the heart of an unbaked brioche
Floundering versicles feebly versiculous
Often attenuate, frequently crass
Attempts at emotions that turn out isiculous,
For Christ's sake stick it up your ass.

Ladies who think me unduely vociferous
Amiable cabotin making a noise
That people may cry out "this stuff is too stiff for us" --
Ingenuous child with a box of new toys
Toy lions carnivorous, cannons fumiferous
Engines vaporous -- all this will pass;
Quite innocent -- "he only wants to make shiver us."
For Christ's sake stick it up your ass.

And when thyself with silver foot shalt pass
Among the Theories scattered on the grass
Take up my good intentions with the rest
And then for Christ's sake stick them up your ass.

--T.S. Eliot, 1910
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