Have you ever seen a mind thinking?
A couple read this line out loud from a poem I have taped to the wall in the shop, bobbing about, delighted to find a poem on the wall and looking at each other with amazed, hilarious eyes.
(They are side by side, leaning in, shoulders touching, experienced and fearless).
Out loud, they read it to each other:
Have you ever seen a mind
Thinking?
It’s like an old cow
Trying to get through the pub door
Carrying a guitar in its mouth;
Who are they reading it to? Not to me. They haven’t even noticed me. It’s to each other. They sway about and laugh and keep reading: HA, HA, HA, this is brilliant!
I agree; it’s Chris Wallace-Crabbe, and it is brilliant. It’s just that nobody ever noticed it before. They turned around, and said to me, we like your bookshop!
Have you ever seen a mind
thinking?
It’s like an old cow
trying to get through the pub door
carrying a guitar in its mouth;
old habits keep breaking in
on the job in hand;
it keeps wanting
to do something else:
like having a bit of a graze,
for example…
And they keep reading, down, down, and down, dropping through the poem, which, being Chris Wallace-Crabbe, is astonishing and endless, right to where the cow gets through the door but doesn’t know how.
Because, how do minds (with guitars) get through doors?
Anyway, the cow has to know that it’s harder with a piano.
It’s harder with a piano.
When they read this, the delicious middle line, the wife shrieks, and says, briiiiiilliant. She looks at her husband: oh, don’t you remember? I do.
Introspection by Chris Wallace-Crabbe
The Book Keeper Book Shop 