April Cruel

April Cruel

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
                                                T.S. Eliot


Many an English major can’t hear the word “April” without remembering at least the first phrase of T.S. Eliot’s “The Wasteland,” and given the persistence of winter this year, many of you may be braced for another snowfall to mock the biggest craving for spring you’ve ever felt.

This April at The Gloria Sirens, we’re looking for the hidden cruelty in situations that appear on the surface to be all sunshine, smiles, and daffodils–a great new job or product, a fabulous food, an exciting new friend. Perhaps you had happiness ahead (your patent for wheeled cloth grocery bags was approved!), and a friend’s misfortune sucked the wind from your canvas. Maybe you thought you were helping by getting county to smooth your uneven sidewalk, but you ended up driving pedestrians to the emergency room when they slipped. Maybe at a time when others looked forward to new mates, new publications, new cities, new children, you looked back at old losses.

6829318422_b1989419a2_oBrace yourself for jarring juxtapositions, the tango of competition and cooperation, the rainbow in the tornado, the wasp in the daffodil, our own and others’ hypocrisy, the rock and the hard place, and the peculiar human comfort in finding the sting in the bloom.