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A Short Biographical EssayA Short Autobiographical EssayA Short Biographical Essay
I can write much on this: ‘The Failings Of The English’.
It would begin, of course, (and probably end) as an indulgent self study. Picking at inadequacies blamed on place. ‘If I were elsewhere I would have spoken, I would have raised some other roof, bludgeoned some man to death with his own tumbler.’
After this zealous self-restraint I would question apathy. I would blame this too on place, on growing up in such perverse comfort, on having indifference as my God.
And finally not th
by ~J-Baxter
Should I Feel Guilty?Should I Feel Guilty?Should I Feel Guilty?
Should I feel guilty For opening the door? For letting the moths in?
So they may invest In the lamp’s pain, So industriously.
by ~J-Baxter
PeoplePeoplePeople
All bloody night was a lament. To what? The encircled shisha; the noiseless dance-filled hall; The endless love of short-lived pleasures.
(I watched them assemble and then slowly slide your lattice apart, I had not used you.)
We wrapped around in reverence to the pipe, Its ashy tenderness, its smoky heart. We so lived in our few seconds of inhalation. Then switching back to the bottle which
Demanded consumption, this stated from its wet wet tongue.
Do not sleep. Wait for the illumination, The pink purity of twilight, The only puri
by ~J-Baxter
The Ballad of Cherry KeartonThe Ballad of Cherry KeartonThe Ballad of Cherry Kearton
How we sat there, how We sat there and watched him. Asking ourselves, asking each other If he was OK. Wondering what to do and deciding: watch. Knowing exactly what to do but knowing Someone else would too.
He stumbled while simply standing, Not realising the chalk or the paper That he would stare at and then Repeat three words. And the
Hundred of us sat and assumed Those three words were written out One hundred times themselves. Both as passive, both watching. The words out of the black board, Us o
by ~J-Baxter
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-I Didn't Deck Him-I was ready to deck him, your dad. I have this friend right, she does karate, and we had this conversation some time ago (three weeks?) Anyway, so she showed me how to make a proper fist. You have to stick your thumb in front of your curled fingers else you’ll break it, and then you have to tense it like this, see? So I had that packed in my pocket all tensed up ready for your dad and I turned up at your house and rang the bell. Your dad answers, and it’s like, who the heck is he? All sharp and smart in white and black, greying at the temples, hair gelled a bit, cufflinks (you know what I mean, you lived with him). Anyway, so I let-I Didn't Deck Him-
by ~kalix
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- Favourite poet or writer: Wallace Stevens, Don Paterson, Phillip Larkin, T S Eliot, Ted Hughes
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just got to keep you in mind as something larger than life
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just got to keep you in mind as something larger than life
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