John Lawrence’s The boy who couldn’t say his name is a joy to read, a book of poems packed with heart, humour and a unique slant on everyday life. The collection is underpinned but not dominated by the story behind the title, the painful experiences he endured as a child. His relationship with a Maths teacher is vividly described in Report: Maths 31%…
Her pinched cheeks, ivory, close enough to claw;
her quink-black eyes, close enough to skewer
with my newly sharpened HB pencil.
In the title poem, he refers in third person to a boy who is bullied because of his stammer ‘in the game of seek-and-chide’. In My Father’s Cap he writes
The day the kids at school find out
I’m Sally Army, I show them blood
but little fire. They vent their fury
at my deceit: this kid deserves
an extra slap. Bruises the colour
of my father’s cap.
Cornet Player on the Run opens with these lines:
Guilty. I deserted from the Salvation Army
halfway through Onward Christian Soldiers –
I have always enjoyed John’s poems, and it has been good to watch him gradually conquer stage fright over the years since I first warmed to his work. In An account of the last moments of the poet he translates his terror with his trademark humour:
When I take the wrong turn and find myself
clomping up the steps to the block,
take my word, it’s not what I want to do –
a bloody inconvenient way to go.
And in the hilarious DIY and Me, he expresses a similar – though not so extreme – feeling of alienation as he joins the queue in ‘Plumbers R Us’:
I join the queue, trying to stand like a plumber,
As a huge fan of close-coupling, my ears prick up,
I feel like a fish out of water
like Ricky Gervais on Songs of Praise
There are some memorable lines like, for example, in Inventory: in my shed I have the following
one garden rake, handle whittled to a point
a Charles and Di ashtray with a half-smoked joint
He’s good on titles too:
In the Museum of Air Guitars
Hair Loss: The Musical
The Lament of the Zanussi Luminary
It has always been a pleasure listening to John’s work, and I am delighted that V Press are publishing this collection so that more people can enjoy, and no doubt relate to, his unique take on the ordinary and his wicked imagination.
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