Is there a Donald behind The Donald? This weekend, rather than reading another denunciation of the leading Republican candidate’s hateful rhetoric or another expression of surprise that we’re still watching the show that shouldn’t have gone on, read this poem by T.S. Eliot about a walking caricature.
“Suite Clownesque” is an early poem, one that remained largely unknown until 1996, when a notebook of Eliot’s was published as Inventions of the March Hare: Poems 1909-1917. In “Suite Clownesque,” some readers hear the poet working out ideas that would appear again in the indelible “Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” More relevant to the current charade, the first section of the poem gives us a “jellyfish” who spreads his legs, sticks his nose in the air, and “gets away with it.”
Read the whole poem at this link or read an excerpt below:
This is the first in a series of blog posts in which I will try to direct you away from bad, misery-producing things to read and offer up better things to read.
Stefanie Wortman is a regular contributor to The Volga