Gay Noses
(and other queer appendages)
With an Introduction and notes by Idries Hash
"A nose by any other name would swell and sweat."
Who knows precisely what inspired the Drab of Nova Scotch Tape to pen those immoral words? Who cares?Far more insipid verses than this have dripped from the neb of the Poet David and here, in this slim volume, we have some of his best. This latest compilation is a veritable nosegay of pastoral pieces, a truly real potpourri of dried petals, leaves, spices, etc., a literal pastiche of country matters. Beneath the covers, we shall find all the flowers and herbs of the traditional English garden: dandelion and burdock, mustard and cress, gin and tonic, honey and lemon . . . .
It would be a cold critic indeed who did not acknowledge the influenza that the Poet David has had on poetry—not just in the twenty first century but ever since time immemorial was first recorded. It brings a chill to the fevered brow to learn that the great Roman poet, Catullus, who died when Caesar invaded Britain, spoke thus of the Poet David: Ille me par esse Deo videtur, ille, si fas est, superare Divos. ("To me he seems like a god; even—dare I say it?—above the gods!") I have a compiled a short selection of what other poets had to say about the Poet David on a separate page.
One word of warning. In these, his finest works, the Poet David is no respecter of person, institution or creed. The poet, like the idiot nephew finding inspiration in the ashes, must needs speak the truth as he sees it, unfettered by the silken chains and linen handkerchiefs of polity, nasal rectitude and crocheting. Some of these poems are, to be blunt, blunt. Indeed, some are, If I may be permitted to drop into the vernacular, "quite nose-blowing". If the reader is of a type likely to be offended by anything at all, she (or he (or it (I'm sorry the operation wasn't a success))) should forbear from reading further.
The Poems
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