Wednesday, May 09, 2007

And another Nige

And another thing. As it's Auden's centenary, I figured the least I could do was to direct the attention of the blogosphere to an extremely fine poem that seldom rates a mention - The Dark Years ('Returning each morning from a timeless world..' We know the feeling...). Amazingly, I cannot find the text anywhere on the web - if anyone can, please pass on the , er, 'link'. Otherwise we might have to scan our bookshelves - or even order the Shorter Poems on Amazon. There could be few sounder investments...


  1. Poetry is as a rule, shit.

  2. But poetry about shit rules!

  3. No, Chip. Poetry about shit is simply shit poetry about shit.

  4. In other words, shit on top of more shit.

  5. One doesn't like to boast but in the hands of a lesser being, thoughts such as the above might appear rather coarse and even bordering on the vulgar.

  6. Vulgar? Surely not.

    Swift wrote some of his best poetry when describing shit. I like his description of the rain which sends...

    Sweepings from butchers stalls, dung, guts, and blood,
    Drowned puppies, stinking sprats, all drenched in mud,
    Dead cats and turnips-tops come tumbling down the flood.