Friday, April 23, 2010

Is April the Cruelest Month? T.S. Eliot Should Have Shopped at Goodwill

    T.S. Eliot was a grumpy old man. C'mon man, things may be bad, but calling it The Waste Land? (Are you happy now, CE? Next time could you just throw me a bone here?) Isn't that just a wee bit heavy-handed? On the other heavy hand, April goes out of its way to be annoying to the Empress, what with taxes, Santa Ana winds, pollen, the Warriors' ignominy, and feeling bad once again for not running the Boston Marathon. But April does, coincidentally,  have April Fool's Day, and it is National Manatee Awareness Month and we now get to trot out our white Keds to play kickball (oops, this is just a flashback). Eliot was an Anglophile of the worst order -- born a freckled American boy, and then getting all snotty in his tweeds and cool specs. So if he was so brilliant, why didn't he shop at Goodwill? (For a more postive take on T.S., see http://melicreview.com/archive/iss23/chaffinessay.htm)

May Day! May Day! The Empress has gone way Off-Topic again when she has Bright Spring Things to regale you with. These outfits speak for themselves, since I covered them with huge textual comments. It's time to store those cardigans and bring on some new hues because, as Walt Disney said, The World is a Carousel of Color, Wonderful, Wonderful Color. First my vintage Hawaiian dress -- the tag is really old and says "Kamehameha", which in Hawaiian means "Forget the volcano, I am the most fabulous thing on the island."
 

Donovan asks you to call him Mellow Yellow. The Empress asks you to wear your sunglasses while in her presence.



  
Or if you want to do yellow in a more subdued, T.S. Eliot groupie way:

 
Go out in your flowered Capris and wade in some warming waters -- just be sure to Keep Your Trousers Rolled (nudge, nudge, wink wink).

8 comments:

  1. Don't forget "April come she will " (Paul Simon) and April is the month when "longen folk to go on pilgrimages." (Chaucer) Thanks for a poetic presentation of dresses.

    Vicki B.

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  2. I shoulda known the Duchess of Riverside would have more musical and literary references. Thanks for contributing your wisdom.

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  3. I don's see anything in my size here. What's the deal, Empress?

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  4. I am slain, and would say much more, but LA v. OKC is now in the 3rd... more anon.

    The Duchess of FB

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  5. The Warriors' ignominy???? We are being creamed by the OKC Thunder, who are backed by a fanatic fan base that wears monocolored t-shirts--Thursday blue, tonight white. It is Hollywood v. Homeland, and scary. Kevin Durant is scary....

    Anyway, Empress, your prose is pellucid, succinct, and PMP-inducing. But who is to know whether Elio shopped thrift? That overcoat he was always photographed in, you know...?

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  6. You are a funny, funny, and creative, creative, woman. I had to comment when you said "throw my blog a bone". As always, your outfits are interesting, but your blog is even better. Keep it up. by the way, where can I buy these outfits to give to a loved one?

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  7. April Showers bring May Flowers! Remember! Love the Hawaiian dress-find any mumus for me? LOL! Lib anon again.

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  8. Excellent post and thanks for the link. BTW, it may have escaped the notice of the Empress (and is a mistake many make), but the poem to which you referred is titled "The Waste Land." Despite your merry and mordant wit, you must mind your ps and qs or I shall report this to your perfectionistic mother through an Edgar Cayce relay. Eliot solved his identity diffusion by becoming more English than the English. We tamper with the myth of our own personalities only with great danger, since the sucking hole of non-being threatens everyone who considers it--even those healthy enough to derive joy from thrift store volunteering (and shopping).

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