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Six poem's from that great radio episode, The Poetry Society. This show has got
to come close to being my favourite radio Half Hour. I only have to
think of Tone saying the words from The
Ashtray for a smile to instantly appear on my face. So here they are..., for all
those that remember them as fondly as I do. And for those that haven't heard them yet, you're in for a treat! Thanks Ray & Alan
for these gems.
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Click
on any of the below titles, to hear
that poem.
Indeed, why not click on them all, in turn - as I'm sure you will. They are listed in the order in which they were read / heard, originally. I hope you'll all enjoy this small, and ever so slightly interactive, addition to The Cuttings.
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Splish,
Splash, Splonk…
Wooden shoes, red socks, Coffins, tombstones, and tranquilizers. Aspirins and driving tests, jet planes and skeletons, Frog singing to egg-timer; Calendars and candles upside-down Plastic apples on coconut trees… Splish, Splash, Splonk.' |
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Hick,
Hack, Hock!
Rinky-tinkey on purple grass. Shafts of light - hobnailed boots Tramping down the bamboo that grows Upwards, downwards, sideways into the concrete cosmos Life is mauve I am orange Hick, Hack Hoc!' |
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Steel
rods of reason through my head!
Salmon jumping, where jump I? Camels on fire - and spotted clouds Striped horses prance the meadow wild And rush on to drink at life's fountains deep. Life is cream I am puce… Ching, Chang, Cholla!' |
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Mauve
world, green me
Black him, purple her Yellow us, pink you. Lead pipes - fortune made. Six to four, coming second Green country, Blue Harringay and White City; Hick, Haec, Hoc!' |
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Straw
in the wind
Straw in the wind Straw in the wind Straw in the wind Straw in the wind Fly, Fly, Fly.' |
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'It's
a funny old world we life in
But the world's not entirely to blame It's the rich what get the pleasure And the poor what get the blame.' |
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