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John Betjeman Poems (for MON 10th FEB) A bit early while I have time!
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I am finding the first one not easily accessable, and I wonder whether that has to do with my not being English enough (or at all) to fully get the references.
Like Laura, I felt the second one quite a bit, I like it a lot.
I also really like that you've added the dates to the poems, and when looking at them was actually quite surprised, because they seem 'older' in tone and style, in fact they remind me a bit of 19th century poetry.

Yes, Betjeman's style comes from the 1930s, say, when his first collection was published, but he was a champion of the Victorian style, particularly in architecture, battling to save many buildings against the 1960s more brutalist styles. St Pancras Station in London from where the Eurostar leaves for the channel tunnel retains its old design and has a giant statue of Betjeman inside. He was our poet laureate (ie royal poet) for many years.
Yes, I now realise how English the first poem is. The phrases used to show civil servants advice to government ministers are typical even today, and I certainly used similar ones in my (less distinguished) career - very polite on top, but really quite steely and Machiavellian underneath. For instance, if I said 'an interesting and courageous idea, Minister', it really means 'what a silly and risky one'! But the point is, I think, to prick the pretensions, particularly by the use of 'sweetbread', which is our phrase for (sheep's) brains sold in the butcher's shop!

Neither of these are poems I'd read before, and seem quite biting for John Betjeman, whose wit I usually find more gentle. I too like his formal structuring, and think it can make his poetry a lot more accessible. Perhaps this is one of the reasons he was made Poet Laureate?

Come, friendly bombs and fall on Slough
It isn't fit for humans now,
......
Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Miss J. Hunter Dunn,
Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun,
...

I almost commented on how very British the first poem was... I think that one reason I liked it so much was that I was a big fan of those shows! In fact, I have been sporadically listening to Yes Minister on BBC Radio recently.
But I thought sweetbreads were calves' brains not sheep?
edit - hah! sweetbeads not sweethearts! stupid auto-correct got turned on by accident...



@Jean, I will keep an eye out for 'Yes, Minister', thank you!



Should I laugh or weep at this news?!

Seriously, our MPs and ministers are much maligned, and have the public good at heart, mainly. It's just that developing and implementing a policy in a democracy with so many different opinions does require a measure of deviousness and two-facedness, I reckon.


In the year before a general election, civil servants do talk to the opposition about their policy intentions, so that new policies can be considered in advance so there is no policy vacuum.
But, indeed, an imperfect system over here.
A master of using attractive verse forms and metres, while never a slave to them, I think?
MORTALITY (from High and Low - 1966)
The first-class brains of a senior civil servant
Shiver and shatter and fall
As the steering column of his comfortable Humber
Batters in the bony wall.
All those delicate re-adjustments
"On the one hand, if we proceed
With the ad hoc policy hitherto adapted
To individual need ...
On the other hand, too rigid an arrangement
Might, of itself, perforce ...
I would like to submit for the Minister's concurrence
The following alternative course,
Subject to revision and reconsideration
In the light our experience gains ..."
And this had to happen at the corner where the by-pass
Comes into Egham out of Staines.
That very near miss for an All Souls' Fellowship
The recent compensation of a 'K'---
The first-class brains of a senior civil servant
Are sweetbread on the road today.
ALDERSHOT CREMATORIUM (from A Nip in the Air - 1974)
Between the swimming-pool and cricket-ground
How straight the crematorium driveway lies!
And little puffs of smoke without a sound
Show what we loved dissolving in the skies,
Dear hands and feet and laughter-lighted face
And silk that hinted at the body's grace.
But no-one seems to know quite what to say
(Friends are so altered by the passing years):
"Well, anyhow, it's not so cold today" ---
And thus we try to dissipate our fears.
'I am the Resurrection and the life':
Strong, deep and painful, doubt inserts the knife.