The Poetry Corner

Craig Charles - George McGee

I knew a kid at school by the name of George Mc Gee. He was always passing wind and blaming it on me. He’d hit me in the classroom and especially in PE. Like he’s waiting for me to get the ball when playing in the gym. And then push me over or kick me in the shin.

He was the sort of kid who cheats at conkers. It wasn’t totally his fault,that his family were bonkers. His Dad did his homework once, he made me a jealous sight. That was until he got his back and found it wasn’t right. But he was that sort of kid, the sort who washes hamsters in Vim.

The teachers took him away and did some tests on him. I hadn’t seen him from that day to this, until despite my pleading. The little sneak, on Tuesday week, he pulled me up for speeding.

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As in ‘Dave Lister’ Craig Charles?

Yup. He was/is a poet. Some solid political stuff, especially in the 80s.

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Cool, I might check out some of his work

More “beat” style than “traditional”.

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Not a surprise: Local Prufrock fan likes other poems about communication barriers and weird loneliness with water metaphors.

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I’ve recently been introduced to the Elegy of Fortinbras by Zbigniew Herbert, which I really like. I think the lack of punctuation, and the way that sometimes works to create ambiguity, is really nice

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Eccleston’s recital of one of my favourite poems, Wilfred Owen’s Dulce Et Decorum Est. So powerful.

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I was flicking through books in a charity shop when I came across this—The New Ergonomics by James Tate. Made me feel a lot of feelings.

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A poem by a poet from the Bavarian Forest set to music. She grew up just a few kilometers away from my village. It’s interesting—she lived approximately 100 years before my time, yet there is still a connection, an understanding of the hardships she endured, which found expression in her writing. The Bavarian Forest of my youth was different, but the people were still similar enough. If that makes sense.
(Emerenz Meier - Wikipedia, Text im Projekt Gutenberg: Gedichte)

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A poem I wrote for class about something that delighted me. Hope people enjoy!

Delight Poem of the Doctor

A Doctor Who serial is lovely, when paired with

Ramen, tea, a spork seen at a store shaped like a sonic.

Daleks do not experience delight. Doctor Who does.

A companion can go either way.

Thinking about the past, thinking about the future,

Don’t know how it is going to work out. But it will.

Tom Baker looks like he’s seen this one before.

Cliffhangers of all types, umbrellas, bow ties, exciting diversions.

“I shall kill you all now, but first I have more important tasks to perform.”

Ace is putting her chemical knowledge to good work: BOOM!

Structure, hope, resurrection, danger, thrills, change

Family Unfriendly Violence?

1960s Britain, 1970s Canada, 1980s Georgia, 2020s Here,

We are all connected, we can all talk.

And to think, that Doctor Who is just an enormous eyelet in a little corner of a room called speculative fiction—

IN THE VASTNESS OF THE UNIVERSE!

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Someone reuploaded it to Bilibili eight years ago. So if anyone haven’t heard his reading:

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Nice one! I can sense the delight in your words.

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As its Shakespeare Day

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I’ve started reading the selected poetry of Keats. I’m just a few pages in and I’ve already bookmarked two or three poems. Before this, I had read Langston Hughes’ The Weary Blues collection which was really good.

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:heart:

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In GCSE English Literature we had to write a piece of slam poetry based on a character from An Inspector Calls

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Michael Rosen is an absolute legend.

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Any time he says anything about anything (particularly education) I am always in 100% agreement with him. And his poetry performing is second to none.

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Michael Rosen is a treasure, i love him dearly

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