April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
–T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
What to think of April? Is it the cruelest month? The “idiot, babbling and strewing flowers” as Millay called it? The time when the “shours soote” bathe “every veyne in swich licour” (the sweet showers bathe every plant vein in such liquid), as Chaucer spoke of? Well, it’s all of this and more with cummings’ goat-footed balloon-man whistling far and wee through the “puddle-wonderful” world.
In short, the perfect time for the next ROMP event. And indeed, April is National Poetry Month. Mark your calendars, folks: April 20, Saturday, will be The Cruelest Month ROMP Day: spring poetry, daffodils, bees humming in the hives, rain, hope and despair, and more. You have been warned.
She scattered the seeds wide, far from her, to the edge of the furrowed land,
beyond garden, beyond home and the human notion of property,
Into the land of other and the stories she did not shape
Yet had a hand in the telling because
We all have a hand in the telling
Of our lives,
The lie to pass on,
The box locked,
The double security
Of the safe
Where the seeds will never germinate in time to be
Touched by light, nurtured into growth, changed forever by the security
Of what is in the open, that place of edge, of boundary beyond the human notion
Of poetry, beyond these words, the thoughts you now think as you read them, the lie
That we make up when we say we are sure, forever sure, forever safe. We are never safe.
2 thoughts on “The Cruelest Month: Coming Attractions”
T. S. Eliot , Chaucer , Shaun Perkins . 3 of my favorite poets . Wait , who are those 2 other guys again ?
Thank you, my muse.