Today is the start of Banned Book Week, and also Shel Silverstein's 80th birthday. I'll be making two posts per day as I decided last minute to cover some of my favorite books as a child. These were stories that I grew up with, that would not be available to other young readers if the censors had their way.
Shel Silverstein is a downright classic. My brother and I read these poems over and over again when we were learning to read. They were compelling in their silliness and snark. I reveled in the irreverence, especially against authority figures, not necessarily because I wanted to duplicate them, but because it offered a means of vicarious enjoyment. I couldn't rebel, but I could enjoy the idea of it. Here's one of the poems I enjoyed that I think ties in well with the selfish prevention of someone else's reading pleasure:
I have nothing to put in my stew, you see,
Not a bone or a bean or a black-eyed pea,
So I'll just climb in the pot to see
If I can make a stew out of me.
I'll put in some pepper and salt and I'll sit
In the bubbling water--I won't scream a bit.
I'll sing while I simmer, I'll smile while I'm stewing,
I'll taste myself often to see how I'm doing.
I'll stir me around with this big wooden spoon
And serve myself up at a quarter to noon.
So bring out your stew bowls,
You gobblers and snackers.
Farewell--and I hope you enjoy me with crackers!
For anyone who has ever even thought about banning a book, you can take away my bones, my beans, and my black-eyed peas, but if you do I have two words for you, "Eat me."
|Banned for suggestions of drug use, the occult, suicide, death, violence, disrespect for truth, disrespect for legitimate authority, rebellion against parents.|