Thinking out loud on language & local politics

These as you may have become painfully aware, are my attempts at being extempore, which probably just means they are crap & too baggy around the edges. The racist diatribe of the 2nd poem is spoken, unashamedly in various pubs in my home town, it is also written in the dialect of that place, so if you can’t understand it please ask & i’ll explain. i want to clarify that i do not condone the racist diatribe of the 2nd poem. i am thinking my disappointment & disgust out loud.

The high watermark of progressive society
is an easy life & i can’t see why.

It makes me long for the days when
i cut my teeth on the dictionary

with words like ambulatory, nictitate, micturition
smooched sibilants like i were supping on a piña colada.

or when i discovered lallate & found
it hilarious, a labial hilarity that made milky waves.

Back home, y’hear it all
the time in taverns & Wetherspoons
from lips foamy with stout & ale
& too much guff & garter
y’ka call ‘em Chink nor Paki
no more, they c’n call us Brit tho’
— foreignurs
(sic) in our own cuntry (sic).
Crimbo’ll be next you’ll see.

There are no pharmacists that stock
a remedy for this sort of ignorance;

& what’s more frightening is
that neither logic nor fact come in handy.

English people are so full of shit
sometimes, it stifles me.

18 Comments Add yours

  1. kvennarad says:

    Have you read ‘V’ by Tony Harrison?

    1. i haven’t should i & how does it relate to these, i am intrigued now?

  2. Not the spiritual observance that is crimbo! I’m sure at the right dose, a lot of stuff at a pharmacy can be a remedy 😉

    1. The best would be a knock out cocktail of prescription drugs from which they either don’t wake up or wake up the opposite sex.

      1. To put some of the careful consideration of the female into these rash & silly men.

      2. Why wake up opposite sex as opposed to some other side effect?

      3. They’d probably get in a catatonic state from hours of staring at their newly aquired girly bits 😂😂😂😂

      4. Perhaps. But then they’ll calm down & perhaps think more. i think women are much more intelligent & thoughtful on the whole than men. Don’t disappoint me now, haha.

      5. Who’d have thought the ills of the world could be solved with a spoonful of endocrine disruptors? Move over mary poppins…

      6. Or at the very least the ills of my pokey town of Cannock. Silly people are pliable, that is one plus of stupidity at least, only that change isn’t from facts but from manipulation. i really wish i was an evil genius instead of a poet.

      7. The weatherspoons patrons of cannock should count their lucky stars that you’re a poet.

      8. Blimey, don’t tell ’em that we’ll have a repeat of the Wicker Man.

  3. Haha. Had to search engine that.

    1. The Wicker Man? That is a classic.

      1. Sue me! At least i admitted to not knowing, although I guessed right by the context.

      2. i admire your honesty. Not enough people like that around nowadays; everyone is a know it all with Google in their pocket. In Wetherspoon’s before cell phones really took off, i had a quarrel with a bloke over something like philosophy & he kept coming at me with all this stuff as if he knew, i thought it odd why he knew this stuff. i thought he was messaging because back then i wasn’t familiar with internet on phone, but he’d been looking stuff up & pretending to text his girlfriend, just to try to make me look stupid. i was essentially arguing with Google.

      3. I can’t think of any situation where lying would be the right thing to do. Googling Guy at wetherspoons- what did he stand to gain? SMH. The more you know, the more you realise how little you know and how foolish it is to pretend to know more than you do.

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