The Liverpool poet Roger McGough never ceases to enthrall me. I was reminded of this marvellous poem by a friend who posted it on Facebook yesterday. McGough makes you smile and always makes trenchant points on whichever subject he writes about.
When I was in my thirties, I went back into education to do a Humanities degree. I did not complete the course, partly because I became ill and partly because I started resenting the way literature was being examined. The pulling apart of sentences to build or deduce meaning began to ruin my native enjoyment. I did not want to finish the degree and, like a then neighbour of mine, find I had no desire to pick up another work of fiction or book of poetry. This neighbour had studied History at Oxford and in the fifteen or so years since, had read perhaps one history book.
That is not to decry what such study can do. I learned a great deal and was introduced to writers I had never considered reading such as Doris Lessing and the poet Grace Nichols.
In the meantime, I urge you to read what you will into Let me die a youngman’s death. And whatever you think or feel about what he is saying is every bit as valuable and ‘right’ and ‘true’ as the pontificating of any literary critic. McGough, in a recent article in The Daily Telegraph recalls how he became hooked on poetry during a Physics lesson at his Catholic school: ‘To hell with this, let’s have some poetry,’ Brother Ryan said, and he’d close his eyes and recite a poem in Gaelic. I was transfixed because it was poetry out of context, rather than, ‘Turn to page 156 and tell me what the poet means at line 17.’
Let me die a youngman’s death by Roger McGough
Let me die a youngman’s death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
peaceful out of breath death
When I’m 73
and in constant good tumour
may I be mown down at dawn
by a bright red sports car
on my way home
from an allnight party
Or when I’m 91
with silver hair
and sitting in a barber’s chair
may rival gangsters
with hamfisted tommyguns burst in
and give me a short back and insides
Or when I’m 104
and banned from the Cavern
may my mistress
catching me in bed with her daughter
and fearing for her son
cut me up into little pieces
and throw away every piece but one
Let me die a youngman’s death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
‘what a nice way to go’ death
Take care and keep laughing!
A great poem, thanks, Sarah! I must confess to enjoying studying American Literature, although I guess they were less prescriptive at Sussex University. The small group seminars were enjoyable.
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I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Splendid post and poem!
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Thank you!
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Oh Sarah, tha ks so much for this. It means a lot to me. An avid reader all my life, often with two or three different genres going at once, I suddenly find myself disinterested-unable to get into any books I try except the occasional rare exception. Was it when I wrote my own novel that my boredom began? I was very into spiritual, well being, growth and metaphysical books as well but now everything just seems as though it is the same story, same message, just reworked. Much like Dragnet the books seem to be the Naked World’s billions of stories with the names changed to protect the guilty or innocent. I love this poem! Perhaps it is that feeling that there is a pivotal moment for me that I remain here for, a jumping off place where I do a triple into the abyss rather than waste away attached to an IV while my family and friends watch me wither and pull crisply washed sheets over my ashen face. Nope. I want to go out in a blaze. I so get this guy. 👏🏻
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I’ve been much the same over the last couple of years, not helped by the bloody cataracts! Part of the problem is that there is so much out there that are just reworkings. New ideas are thin on the ground. Carpe Diem, Cheryl, and take care.
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It’s coming together. I’ve got some laser treatment next to remove scar tissue and am now on waiting list for right eye cataract so I’m feeling a lot more positive.
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I hope you can get some help for ypur vision Sarah. Working for eye docs I feel so badly for your situation.
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That sounds great. The scar tissue issue is a normal part of the cataract removal after effects. That should restore the good vision in that eye. Sending younthe best wishes.
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