About the Poem
About the poet
Peter Goldsworthy (b. 1951) has been described as "one of the most skilled and satisfying poets...
Don't tell me jokes,
I know about jokes.
They think they are funny.
They think they can get away with things.
I don't know everything about them,
just enough. I know this:
that they refuse to be remembered,
slipping the mind's fingers,
a shoal of laughter, vanishing.
And this: that they hide still inside,
deeply. Delinquent poems,
absconders from custody.
Of course they think it a great lark,
sneaking back again and again:
the grenade of laughter,
I prefer to find it tiresome.
And a little sad.
All that repetition!
Don't pigeon-hole me:
I appreciate a good joke.
I said appreciate, not laugh at.
For I will no longer laugh.
I will not answer their ridiculous summons,
I refuse to accept their subpoena.
Never again will I eagerly rip open
the scented envelope
filled with strange plastic.
There are only four jokes anyway:
the custard pie, and the breaking of taboo,
the game of words, and the thing
we are each most afraid of.
from New Selected Poems (Duffy & Snellgrove, Australia, 2001) and This Goes With That (Leviathan, UK, 2002 - further information from email@example.com), © Peter Goldsworthy 2001 and 2002, used by permission of the author and the publishers.
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