Tuesday, 28 June 2011
I couldn't resist doing a Johann Hari parody. His credibility was destroyed for me long before when he published an article on Muslim homophobia in the gay magazine Attitude rather than his main Independent column. He is a despicable coward and deserves all the brickbats.

Hari: What would you say is the cruellest month, T.S?

T.S: April is the cruellest month.

Hari: How would you characterise it?

T.S: Breeding lilacs out of the dead land.

Hari: Does it stir memories for you?

T.S: Mixing memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

Hari: I bet you're glad the winter's over.

T.S: Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.

Hari: How about the summer? Down the beach were you?

T.S: Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.

Hari: That's nice. Did you write any poetry there?

T.S: Nah, couldn't be bothered.


Johnny Rottenborough said...

Well done. With a few exceptions—If, some of Shakespeare’s sonnets and Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep—poetry is a closed book to me and I wouldn’t have known where to start for a Hari parody.

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