..THE WORLD'S GOIN' TO END AT LOONCHTIME,
Poems of the Free School Community, volume 1
 
 
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FOREWORD (slightly edited)
 

The whole thing started with our friend Roger Woolger, who lives down the river and comes up and gives us weekend workshops once in a while [on things like "the hero's journey" and "past lives therapy," and who is a Monty Python fan - being a Brit, a scholar and an Oxford man - and who does a splendid Liverpudlian accent, among other things] read us an inspired poem by a fellow Brit, Roger McGough - on one of our weekends.

Then, some time later, Charlene (some of whose poems are included here) made the remark that "being a member of the community is like having twenty lovers!" Mind you, she was not necessarily speaking about heaven on earth! I mean, imagine actually having twenty lovers! And yes, it is often like that!

So finally Chris started writing poems - or I guess the poems started writing him! However it happens. And we finally decided it was time we collected ourselves into one place. And I, being an editor/ publisher (of sorts), volunteered to put out a volume of what we've written, so far. And of course, thinking about what to call it, Roger McGough's poem came immediately to mind! My profound thanks to him for permission to use his poem. Lastly, Missy has done us a splendid cover picture (above), replete with a Loondon bus (pronounced booss) and lots of bodies of all colors and shades getting it on; a real Kama Sutra scene!

No, it's not a literal depiction of what we do here in this amazing community of ours, but it'll do fine for a metaphor!

Here is Roger McGough's poem in all its glory:

 

AT LUNCHTIME
by Roger McGough
 
 
When the bus stopped suddenly
to avoid damaging
a mother and child in the road,
the younglady in the green hat sitting opposite,
was thrown across me,
and not being one to miss an opportunity
i started to make love.
 
At first, she resisted,
saying that it was too early in the morning,
and too soon after breakfast,
and anyway, she found me repulsive.
But when i explained that this being a nuclearage
the world was going to end at lunchtime,
she took off her green hat,
put her busticket into her pocket
and joined in the exercise.
 
The buspeople,
and there were many of them,
were shockedandsurprised,
and amusedandannoyed.
But when word got around
that the world was going to
end at lunchtime,
they put their pride in their pockets
with their bustickets
and made love one with the other.
And even the busconductor,
feeling left out,
climbed into the cab,
and struck up some sort of relationship with the driver.
 
That night,
on the bus coming home,
we were all a little embarrassed.
Especially me and the younglady in the green hat.
And we all started to say in different ways
 
how hasty and foolish we had been.
But then, always having been a bitofalad,
i stood up and said it was a pity
that the world didn't nearly end every lunchtime,
and that we could always pretend.
And then it happened . . .
 
Quick asa crash
we all changed partners,
and soon the bus was aquiver
with white, mothball bodies doing naughty things.
 
And the next day
and everyday
In everybus
In everystreet
In everytown
In everycountry
 
People pretended
that the world was coming to an end at lunchtime.
It still hasn't.
Although in a way it has.
 
.......................................From The Mersey Sound, 1967.

 TABLE OF CONTENTS

.....NANCY'S POEMS
...........Marriage
............Snow

....CHRIS' POEMS

My Body, My Temple
Nineteen Men
Coming Home
Born Again
The Day Lewis Died
Winter Death
New Poem
Florence and Charley
Cancer Ward
Hawk Haiku
Mumasatou
Shrine Circus
March/93
 
.....BETSY'S POEMS
 
Baby Patrick
Goddesses All
Her Last Blessing
Honeysuckle Dying
Lottie
As We Leave
 
....PAUL'S POEMS
 
Valentine
 
... CHARLENE'S POEMS
 
My Sister
There Must Be Another Place
I Stand on that Building
Michelle Came When I was Ten
I Feel You Here
When your Mother Comes
A Lot of Loose Ends
The Old Mysteries
My Magnificat
When I Sit in my Heart
Mary and the Gardener
If You Burn with Love
Bridges
The Suit of my Soul
Flowers Blooming
She Blurts her Truth
Suttee
Such a Gift
There is no Clean Slate
Cabinets
With the Apricot Evening Sky
The Fire in the Earth
The Goddess Sleeps
The Avatar
Push Into the Pain
Resentment
Redeemer
Raging River
 
.... LARRY'S POEMS
 
Snoring
The Snow Cave
 
.... ELLEN'S POEMS
 
For Larry
The Watchtower
 
.... RICHARD'S POEMS
 
Death of a Crow
Passage
A Sorrow Heaven Sent
Going Out
Two Poems on a Beech Tree
A Vigil
He Ran to the Tire
The Breeze that Visited my Evening Fire
 
.... MISSY'S POEMS
 
Terrence
Seeing
Peru
Holes
Love and Hate
Hot
Clouds
 
.... MARY'S POEMS
 
Narcissus
March
Child's Play
Quaker Funeral
April Arithmetic
Faun
Incarnation
Unicorn
The Heart Has its Reasons
Space Man
Ron
Love Song to the Irishwoman
Mountain Mother
Winter Solstice
John Holt is Dead
Garden Tomb
Mandi Bus Station
Alan-a-Dale
Blueberry Factor
Le Petit Mort
I Run
We
Were You to Leave Tomorrow
 
.... FRANK'S POEMS
 
Introspection
Valentine's Day 1993
 
See also SONGS OF AN EARTH FAMILY, Poems of the Free School Community, volume 2