CONFESSION of the week – I have a selection of poetry books by my loo but I’m not going to name them in case I get chucked out of the poetic community before I’ve even got my foot over that hallowed doorway. I put it down to having the wonderful, Verse and Worse* anthology always in the bathroom when I was growing up. However, I’m loving this guest post on the Me and My Big Mouth blog by Phil Norman, author of the Closet Reading – 500 years of British Humour, a book that sounds as if it’s definitely one for the Christmas list.
*ps – best Amazon review ever for V&W? There are an awful lot of poems where the humour depends on finding a Chinese or Dutch accent hilarious. From a Mrs L R Fisher. And I don’t know why I should find her review so funny. But I do. I suspect Mrs L R Fisher would not approve.
I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all. ~Richard Wright, American Hunger, 1977
From Lorraine’s list of the things that might or might not be true – lipstick is made from crushed beetles; the top of the Empire State Building is officially in space; people can spontaneously combust; elephants bury their dead; birdsong is in dialect. That life will always be this good.
Simone doesn’t swim like other people. At the swimming pool, everyone else sticks to straight lengths, but Simone goes round in circles. The others shout as she bumps into them. She’s not sure who is the most wound up – her or them, but at least she’ll stop. They won’t.