Wondermentalist

Following on from the last post, from Jackie Juno, I remembered this poem that I used to perform time back way back, in the misty mists and foggy ruins of time. Called, I think…

An Introduction to Basic Counselling Skills

I think at last I hear how you are hurting

I think at last I understand your pain

But still I’m not one hundred per cent certain

So would you mind just screaming that again?

(Thanks. Much appreciated.)

Ah, those were the days. I used to say that I was going to do ‘a short season of short poems in translation’, and then claim that I’d set myself the task of writing some poems in a variety of Scandinavian languages that I’d then translated back into English. This being especially challenging because I don’t speak any Scandinavian languages. I would then read out poems such as the above along with things like…

Under-Achiever’s Song

I came into this world without a quibble

I came into this world without a name

And pretty soon I taught myself to dribble

And since then I’ve stayed pretty much the same

As I say, those were the days. But you had to be there, I think.