The triumph of bullshit

A subtle kick up the backside. That's what a reference to my blog in this first blog post by a friend was like, because referring to a blog where new posts appear only slightly more frequently than Aamir Khan movies isn't quite the order of the day. So, with renewed effort, I once again take up blogging determined to be successful this time in my effort to post more often (more determined than I've been in the previous 37 attempts)

Starting with the age old what-I've-been-up-to strategy, I've finally joined work. Had 2 months of free time and I passed it by wishing for it to be shorter in the first 1.75 months and for it to be longer in the remaining period. None of those happened, but time did pass. Significantly quicker than I had imagined it would during the period when my wishing for it to be shorter was at its peak.

It was during that period when I chanced upon this remarkable poem by T.S. Eliot. It is titled "The triumph of bullshit" and has been acknowledged as the origin of the word which we now so commonly use. A point to note is that this was initially written with the critics, and not with the ladies, in mind. The change from critics to ladies, when it happened, brought with it a lot of innuendo which I leave unto the esteemed readers to decipher.

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 feebly versiculous

Often attenuate, frequently crass

Attempts at emotions 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, cannons 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 shalt 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.

To sum this up, I spent two months doing bullshit. I even searched for 'bullshit'. I found the origin of the word 'bullshit'. I am currently writing this post full of nothing but bullshit. You all have read it so far expecting something other than bullshit. There is nothing else. It's all bullshit.

The triumph of bullshit, indeed.