There is something distinctively Northern about John Cooper’s poetry. The West Riding voice, bluff with a subversive edge, shouts loudest in works such as “A Brief History of Time in Wharfedale” and “The Momentous Decision of the Health and Safety Executive to Audit the Profession of Soldiering in an attempt to Eliminate Casualties”. But the essence is also there in lines from “Not Knowing Your Place” and “Promenaders”, a social commentary on the street scenes in his Scarborough hometown.
He also writes potently about relationships, love and death and strong emotions can be detected. Generally, however, he prefers the off-beat subject, usually treated in a light hearted manner and generally having a sting in the tail.