In honour of the National Folk Festival (Australia), which opens tonight (Thursday), I have written a little parody that I thought I would test out on you, dear Readers. I have no idea whether I will be brave enough to recite it at any of the poetry workshops. I never have before. It depends on your feedback. If you are really brave, you can try to sing along to the tune of the Sounds of Then, which was written and performed by Ganggajang (you’ll have to sing over the top of their words). I won’t be singing come performance time. I’ve provided a link to the original song below. Aussies may find this fun, but others will probably be completely flummoxed. Please note there is a certain amount of hyperbole used in this poem.
Apparently today is World Poetry Day 2018. I didn’t know that until I read it on someone else’s blog. That being the case, I thought I should hasten my review of Andrew’s McDonald’s latest book of poems, Night Music.
Campaigning by sound bites. This poem is as relevant as ever.
I have no patience for your lies; no tolerance for your excuses.
I’m hot and getting hotter. Read more
Reflections of An Untidy Mind 