Guyanese-born poet, Agard, gives an outsider's inside view of British life in poems which both challenge and cherish their peculiar culture and hallowed institutions.
John Agard was born in Guyana and emigrated to Britain in 1977. He has worked as an actor and a performer with a jazz group and spent several years as a lecturer for the Commonwealth Institute, travelling all over Britain giving talks, performances and workshops. He has visited literally thousands of schools and enjoys the live contact and the joy of children responding although it can be hard work.
John Agard started writing poems when he was about 16 - some of these early efforts were published in his school magazine. Many of his poems now are composed while looking out of train windows.
"Try the best with what you have right now If you don't have horse, then ride cow."
It is in his poetry that John Agard makes his greatest contribution to children's literature. Like the best authors, he brings something unique to children's experience - a view of the world tempered by his own childhood, a feeling for the rhythms and cadences of its language, and a sophisticated understanding of the advantages and limitations of several forms of English. That he can make the "standard" forms work superbly is evident from many of his poems for adults. For children, with whom he communicates more directly, the lyrical Guyanese forms serve his purposes to perfection.
Agard is not a literary poet but also a performing poet and has a strong sense of his audience. When he writes for children, he seems to see them sitting at his feet. He is more interested in the ideas and words he is delivering to them than in the creation of complex fictional characters with whom his readers might engage. He lives in Sussex and is married to Grace Nichols, a respected Caribbean poet and co-author of a collection of Caribbean nursery rhymes, NO HICKORY, NO DICKORY, NO DOCK.
"Mr and Mrs Xenophobia moved to suburbia aspired to euphoria retired on a nest egg of nostalgia for Rule Britannia.
Mr and Mrs Xenophobia closer to their teacups and saucers than to foreigners closer to their china than to China.
Mr and Mrs Xenophobia sufferers from amnesia ..."
That was published in 2006. In 2016, Mr and Mrs Xenophobia took their amnesia to the referendum and left the rest of the world praying for oblivion for an hour or two a day as an antidote to the pain they set loose on the world...
Great, old-fashioned British satire from the era when that was a literary skill and a sense of (exaggerated) humour, not a daily real-life competition for hitting rock bottom hardest.
It takes a while to get through Dante's circles of Hell!
I have always loved John Agard's poetry and this was no exception. My favourite poems were "Taking your dogma for a walk" and "Reporting from the Front-line of the Great Dictionary Disaster".
Agard blends issues of race, immigration, politics and language into face paced, pointed poems that speak to you from the page and linger in your mind for days.
I agree with the description of the book. He mocks racism and the Brits but he knows the culture and can see it's bad and good side. A Poet for the times I think.