By Joel Anderson (Art and Poetry Editor)
I love John Lennon. Not just for his music, but for his writing as well. When I was younger, I used to watch the Beatles Anthology my uncle taped for me when it first aired on TV. It was while watching the special; I first encounter Lennon the poet.
There was a clip of Lennon promoting his new book “In His Own Write.” Lennon recited on of his poems from memory called “The Wrestling Dog.”
One upon a tom in a far off distant land far across the sea miles away from anyway over the hills as the crow barks 39 peoble lived miles away from anywhere on a little island on a distant land.
When harvest time came alone all the people celebrated with a might feast and dancing and that. It was Perry’s (for Perry was the Loud Mayor) job to provide (and Perry’s great pleasure I might add) a new and exciting (and it usually was) thrill and spectacular performer (sometimes a dwarf was used), this year Perry had surpassed himselve by getting a Wrestling Dog! But who would fight this wondrous beast? I wouldn’t for a kick off.
I immediately wanted the book. Mainly because I thought the answer would be in the book, because as an eight-year-old it was important to me to have the answer.
But as I grew up, and continued reading this poem, I grew to love its total “Britishness” and the Carroll-esque quality this poem, and many of the other stories in Lennon’s book, has.
I love the purposely misspelled words. You can hear the Liverpool accent break through with every spelling error. It had an impact on me, because I never read anything like this before.
Years of schooling taught me how to write properly, here was a book that was misspelling words on purpose and leaving out grammar on purpose. It was a freeing idea.
Of course my writing doesn’t have the finesse and free flowing style as Lennon has, but it’s a practice I long yearn to have.