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Showing posts with label Poet: John Lennon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poet: John Lennon. Show all posts

Come Together -- John Lennon

Guest poem submitted by Matthew Chanoff:
I know you already did your song lyric theme, but I've got to propose you
run this anyway.
(Poem #995) Come Together
 Here come old flattop he come grooving up slowly
 He got Joo-Joo eyeball he one holy roller
 He got hair down to his knee
 Got to be a joker he just do what he please

 He wear no shoeshine he got toe-jam football
 He got monkey finger he shoot coca-cola
 He say "I know you, you know me"
 One thing I can tell you is you got to be free
 Come together right now over me

 He bag production he got walrus gumboot
 He got Ono sideboard he one spinal cracker
 He got feet down below his knee
 Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease
 Come together right now over me

 He roller-coaster he got early warning
 He got muddy water he one mojo filter
 He say "One and one and one is three"
 Got to be good-looking 'cause he's so hard to see
 Come together right now over me

 Come together, come together, come together, come together, yeah.
-- John Lennon
This is my all time favorite obscure poem.  What could they have had in
mind? Maybe it's a poem about a street person with a personality disorder
who needs to come together.  Maybe it's a parody of John "he got Ono
sideboard."  Maybe it's just a stream of imagery.

One thing I love about it is the rhythm.  Everyone over 30 has that rhythm
somewhere in their brain cells. You can tell you have it if you try reading
the thing aloud.  Try saying "He say "One and one and one is three" without
stretching and syncopating on "one."  The poem is also very heavy on
trochees (stress-unstressed feet) like slowly, roller, football, cola,
gumboot, cracker, warning, filter. Very often they're used as a signal for
indecisiveness, passivity, etcetera. cf, the "To be or not to be" soliloquey
in Hamlet.

Maybe it's about recognizing mentally distrurbed street people as not so
different from you and me.

I'm not sure who wrote it. At this stage in their development, Lennon and
McCartney pretty much wrote separately, though they continued to put both
names on all songs. [It was Lennon, actually - ed.]

For a bio of the band, check out
[broken link] http://beatles.sonicnet.com/artists/biography/969.jhtml

For a complete Beatles lyric archive, check out
[broken link] http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Limo/3518/

Matt.

Mean Mr. Mustard / Polythene Pam -- John Lennon

Twenty years on, and the loss is still palpable...
(Poem #631) Mean Mr. Mustard / Polythene Pam
 Mean Mister Mustard sleeps in the park
 Shaves in the dark trying to save paper
 Sleeps in a hole in the road
 Saving up to buy some clothes
 Keeps a ten-bob note up his nose
 Such a mean old man
 Such a mean old man.

 His sister Pam works in a shop
 She never stops, she's a go-getter
 Takes him out to look at the Queen
 Only place that he's ever been
 Always shouts out something obscene
 Such a dirty old man
 Dirty old man.


 Well you should see Polythene Pam
 She's so good-looking but she looks like a man
 Well you should see her in drag dressed in her polythene bag
 Yes you should see Polythene Pam.
 Yeah yeah yeah!

 Get a dose of her in jackboots and kilt
 She's killer-diller when she's dressed to the hilt
 She's the kind of a girl that makes the 'News of the World'
 Yes you could say she was attractively built.
 Yeah yeah yeah!
-- John Lennon
[Credits]

 Officially attributed to John Lennon and Paul McCartney.
 Unofficially accepted as Lennon's work.
 Composed (probably) in India, some time in the summer of 1968.
 Recorded July 1969, Abbey Road Studios, London.
 Lead vocals: John Lennon.
 Released as part of the album "Abbey Road", 1969.

[Commentary]

John Lennon, a poet? Yes indeed. In his twenties, young Winston dabbled
quite extensively in verse, going so far as to publish two volumes of highly
idiosyncratic excursions into the form - "In his Own Write" and "A Spaniard
in the Works". Titles such as 'I sat belonely down a tree' and 'The Faulty
Bagnose' serve to illustrate the charming whimsicality of his style, and my
original inclination (when planning this tribute) was to run one of the two
[1].

I changed my mind, though: I chose, instead, to go with his equally quirky
description of two human oddities, Mean Mr. Mustard and Polythene Pam [2].
Further comment is superfluous; I'll just add that (imho) this passage is,
in its own way, every bit as surreal and nonsensical as anything Lear or
Carroll ever wrote.

thomas.

[1] Those are the only two I have at hand right now, thanks to their
inclusion in the chapter titled 'Sense and Nonsense', in Douglas
Hofstadter's wonderful collection of essays, "Metamagical Themas".

[2] The fact that the two songs form what is possibly my favourite sequence
in what is almost definitely my favourite album of all time, may have had
something to do with that decision <grin>.

[Coda]

John Winston Lennon was assassinated on the night of December 8th, 1980 -
twenty years ago to this day. May his spirit rest in peace.