‘Melting into the Foreground’ by Roger McGough I've barely got to page 15 and I'm already Anther of my favourite poets, Roger McGough never ceases to amaze with his sharp, acerbic observations of life, often of his own past (as in some of these, such as, 'Hearts and Flowers' which tells of the life and death of Auntie Marge - whether a real auntie or not doesn't really matter - such is the sensititvity he speaks of her, he is very fond of her). Then he takes us further into his oblique vies of the world with the hilarious advice that 'Today is Not a Day for Adultery'; followed by 'Prayer to Saint Grobianus', which includes such a wealth of obscure words to describe 'coarse people' that you'd think they were made up. BUt again, hilarious! It's a lovely book too, has '(1987)' in penscil in the corner of the first page; it has pages that are turning sepia and turning pages wafts that musty smell that can only come from old books. I think this one came from a National Trust secondhand bookshop, a frequent source for my poetry collection.
A sometimes sensitive and poignant, always readable and full of humour collection. Superb.