Tuesday, 13 September 2016

Writing - Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.

The title of today's post is a direct quote from Roald Dahl. It is the 100th anniversary of his birth today and so quite natural that we celebrate the life and achievements.

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I first read one of Roald Dahl's stories aged 24. I opened it after breakfast and didn't leave my armchair until I'd finished it a few hours later. Since then I have read many of his stories and poems. In my opinion he singlehandedly has done more for the cause of reading than any other author. Authors who have followed on in his wake seem to have been 'released' from the constraints of our language and social norms to produce work which can rightly be described as fantastic. Philip Pullman is an example.

Who else has given us such a wealth of gobblefunk? It isn't just kiddles that can enjoy the great man's stories but human beans of all ages. As a writer it is a phizzwizard to produce equally whoopsy-splunking stories as Roald Dahl.

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Possibly less well known from the pen of Dahl was his poetry. Like his stories the poetry is suffused with his tongue in cheek sniping at adult conventions.

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The Crocodile

'No animal is half as vile
As Crocky-Wock, the crocodile.
On Saturdays he likes to crunch
Six juicy children for his lunch
And he especially enjoys
Just three of each, three girls, three boys.
He smears the boys (to make them hot)
With mustard from the mustard pot.
But mustard doesn't go with girls,
It tastes all wrong with plaits and curls.
With them, what goes extremely well
Is butterscotch and caramel.
It's such a super marvelous treat
When boys are hot and girls are sweet.
At least that's Crocky's point of view
He ought to know. He's had a few.
That's all for now. It's time for bed.
Lie down and rest your sleepy head.
Ssh. Listen. What is that I hear,
Galumphing softly up the stair?

Go lock the door and fetch my gun!
Go on child, hurry! Quickly run!
No stop! Stand back! He's coming in!
Oh, look, that greasy greenish skin!
The shining teeth, the greedy smile!
It's Crocky-Wock, the Crocodile!

Roald Dahl

Gold Bless