Okay, it’s National Poetry Month again, when we recognize that barely-recognized but noble genre.
Quick: Name three living American poets!
Okay…two? One… ?
Now, exclude the former poets laureate Robert Pinsky and Billy Collins. (Yes, America has a poet laureate.)
Uh. . . does Robert Bly count? Is Stanley Elkin still alive?
Oh, well. . . Summon the muse with a list of booze-related poems here. Some fine stuff in the list, but it somehow ignores what may be the grandest poetry/booze mashup (sour mashup?) ever written, Housman’s “Terence, This is Stupid Stuff,” with such immortal lines as
|Oh many a peer of England brews|
|Livelier liquor than the Muse,|
|And malt does more than Milton can|
|To justify God’s ways to man.|
|Ale, man, ale’s the stuff to drink|
|For fellows whom it hurts to think:|
Here’s a link to this great poem. I’ll have more to say about “Terence” in my forthcoming memoir of poetic tippling, tentatively titled Down in Lovely Muck.