A “burn” poem directed by the young T. S. Eliot against his critics, and his female critics in particular. Unpublished during his lifetime, it first appeared in the posthumous volume Inventions of the March Hare: Poems 1909-1917 (1997).
According to the Oxford English Dictionary, the title contains the first recorded instance of the word “bullshit” (though the term had probably been floating around in popular slang for a while before that). The second, third, and fourth recorded instances, by the way, belong to Ezra Pound, Wyndham Lewis, and E. E. Cummings. {Source: Genius.com}
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 horribly gauche
Pompous, pretentious, ineptly meticulous
Dull as the heart of an unbaked brioche
Floundering versicles freely versiculous
Often attenuate, frequently crass
Attempts at emotion that turn isiculous,
For Christ’s sake stick it up your ass.
Ladies who think me unduly 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, cannon 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 shall 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
{Illustration: Philippe Weisbecker}