In His Own Write (John Lennon)
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I was bored on the 9th of Octover 1940 when, I believe, the Nasties were still booming us led by Madolf Heatlump (who only had one). Anyway they didn't get me. I attended to varicous schools in Liddypol. And still didn't pass -- much to my Aunties supplies. As a member of the most publified Beatles my (P, G, and R's) records might seem funnier to some of y...more
I enjoyed it completely though.
Most of the time, I didn't understand a word that was written, but sometimes I would catch on and see his little tweaks to words like 'in the jumble... the mighty jumble' instead of 'jungle'.
Some of the passages will make you scrunch up your eyebrows in confusion, but by the end of the story or poem, you're laughing. If you're a John Lennon fan, that is- or, at least, you have a good sense of humor and aren't very particular in your lite ...more
It was often funny and sad at times, but brilliant all the way through. John Lennon had a knack for words and an ...more
The one thing that I will never be over is reading, though. And British comedy. Both. And it has to do with this review.
This book is a book of poetry, musings, sketches, and nonsense verse by John L ...more
I gave it good rating because I could'nt find Lennon the complete lyrics book.
Maybe there is'nt one. Lennon was the only profound Beatles often on par with Morrison.Lennon's song "God " was to me a better argument aganist religion including christianity then anything I've yet read by Betrand Russell.That song
impresses me as much as "When the Music 's Over " does and much more than Imagine does.Lennon had a few good ph ...more
It's fun to read, and strangely reminiscint of Roald Dahl, in my opinion.
For example, it's not really acceptable to take pleasure in a story where the protagonist 'lept off the bus like a burning spastic' following an argument with a 'coloured conductor'. I wouldn't judge Lennon as his writing reflects how society was at the time, however, I do judge the work in itself.
Lennon is quite talented in his word play and use of puns - and I ...more
It's a collection of very short stories, poems, and drawings from John and to be perfectly honest, I doubt he'd have been able to get it published had he not been a Beatle. Regardless, it made me chuckle because the humor is just so specific and rather dark; I don't know how many stories ended rather unpredictably and all in the same fashion (without giving anything away).
There are little lines thrown i ...more
I know I’m commenting on this piece of work from a biased perspective (am a Fab Four fan…and proud of it, babe ;-) ), so if that’s not gonna help…don’t bother reading on…
Am always have been in awe of Lennon – with and post-McCartney, his musical intellect is undeniable. Added to that awe is a smidgen of a feeling of intimidation. Video footage of live interviews as well as chronicles of people who were, in som ...more
But, if you're looking for the lilting poetry you hear in such songs as "A Day In The Life," "Across The Universe," "Imagine" or "Number 9 Dream," you're not going to find it here. John Lennon was a great songwriter whose lyrics matched his ...more
The second thing I noticed is that I was as in love as ever with Lennon's wordplay. He comes up with deliberate misspellings, malapropisms, and offbeat uses of ...more
Highly recommended if you're out to learn all you can about John Lennon.
This book is full of small gems.
It is short but dense, and not for the faint hearted or the easily distracted. You need to take time to digest 'In his own write'.
The collection is a mixture of prose and poetry written in the style of literary nonsense, Lennon was a fan of Lewis Carroll and this collection and "A spaniard in the works" was inspired by Carroll's poem "Jabberwocky". It is also thought that british comedian Stanley Urwin was an inspiration.
Overall it is a good read, and though it ...more
Born and raised in Liverpool, Lennon became involved in the skiffle craze as a teenager, his first band, The Quarrymen, evolving into The Beatles in 19 ...more
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I'm moldy thru and thru
I'm a moldy moldy man
You would not think it true
I'm moldy til my eyeballs
I'm moldy til my toe
I will not dance I shyballs
I'm such a humble Joe.”
I sat belonely down a tree,
humbled fat and small.
A little lady sing to me
I couldn't see at all.
I'm looking up and at the sky,
to find such wondrous voice.
Puzzly puzzle, wonder why,
I hear but have no choice.
'Speak up, come forth, you ravel me',
I potty menthol shout.
'I know you hiddy by this tree'.
But still she won't come out.
Such softly singing lulled me sleep,
an hour or two or so
I wakeny slow and took a peep
and still no lady show.
Then suddy on a little twig
I thought I see a sight,
A tiny little tiny pig,
that sing with all it's might.
'I thought you were a lady'.
I giggle, - well I may,
To my suprise the lady,
got up - and flew away.”