There are two poems in this book – My Father is a Gorilla and, I Remember Charlie.
The rest are ‘pongs’. The word pong, in the context of this book, is a piece of writing that is a cross between a poem and a song. The word itself is a hybrid, created from the first two letters of poem and the last two letters of song. The pongs were mostly made up in my head as I drove to and from work on the motorway. For years they were never written down. I simply grew to remember them by ‘singing them’ (I use the term loosely) to myself on my daily journeys.
In this book there is no music to go with the pongs but attempts have been made in the past to combine them with music. If I try singing them however the result – to use a fitting colloquialism – stinks, because I am such a bad singer. If any reader wants to put any of the pongs to music then I would be delighted to hear the result, so please do get in touch through social media.
Genre: POETRY / GeneralI think one ebook and about three paperback books have been bought.
I remember Charlie – bottom in English
I remember Charlie – bottom in Maths
I remember Charlie – bottom in History
Why Charlie sat exams is surely a mystery
I remember Charlie alone in the playground
I remember big kids kicking Charlie all around
I remember Charlie, last in the race
Puffing home behind the rest, red in the face.
But, I’ll remember Charlie to my last and dying day
Not for all these stupid things or for what he used to say
No, I’ll remember Charlie for his one undying art
I remember Charlie ‘coz Charlie could fart!
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Norwegian
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Already translated.
Translated by René Asgautsen
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Magdalena Agustina Chavero
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Author review: I have given Magdalena a 5* rating because there is nothing that I can fault in terms of the process that we went through. She was enthusiastic, communicated well and completed her work in a timely fashion. She was very receptive to my comments and suggestions. I do not speak Spanish and have no bilingual friends that I can approach for an opinion on the quality of translation. Poetry, I imagine, is difficult to translate and when I questioned one or two elements she reported that she had discussed them with other people who spoke both languages well. What remains to be seen is whether my book (somewhat esoteric even in English) sells in Spanish ... and is liked! |
