Sailor Jack

“Fortunately art is a community effort - a small but select community living in a spiritualized world endeavoring to interpret the wars and the solitudes of the flesh.” Allen Ginsburg 1926-1997 Follow me on Twitter

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Hey, where have you been?

Sorry I've been writing non stop, I will start updating again soon.

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Isolated

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"The anticipation and dread he felt at seeing her was also a kind of sensual pleasure, and surrounding it, like an embrace, was a general elation--it might hurt, it was horribly inconvenient, no good might come of it, but he had found out for himself what it was to be in love, and it thrilled him."

Ian McEwan (Atonement)

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You're beautiful, never doubt it <3

Thankyou to whoever wrote this, truly.

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Hello, book nerd dream house. When can I move in?

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Kyle Falconer @ Dexters acoustic night, 27/05/10. Ray Charles cover. Movie by Daisy Dundee.

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Arrest of leading suffragettes, London, 13 October 1908. Emmeline Pankhurst (1858-1928), Christabel Pankhurst (1880-1958) and Flora Drummond (1878-1949) being read the warrant for their arrest, issued after they returned to Clement's Inn at 6 o'clock on 13 October 1908, having failed to attend their hearing at half past three in Bow Street Police Station.

Flora Drummond was a British suffragette. Nicknamed The General for her habit of leading Women's Rights marches wearing a military style uniform 'with an officers cap and epaulettes'.

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"When its gone, you'll know what a gift love was. You'll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it." — Ian McEwan (Enduring Love)

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Confronting Beauty

I’m walking down, down the steep hill

To Kinghorn beach, gravity quickens my step,

Pulls me to your gilded shores,

The year we smashed those alien jelly fish,

Under thoughtless, unpitying stones

Comes to mind, and me running from some-

Harsh word or cruel action all the way

To the cliff top, just to be with something bigger than you,

The year we stood on the wild, free rocks,

Mocking the sea, with each thunder blast,

We grip the railings with ghostly knuckles,

Scream a little louder – our bitter protest,

As the footsteps I left got larger

So to the refuge within me for our past,

My own Kerouac-esque cave,

Of immature, unashamed, freedom,

The naive ideal come true,

Shot into true life, confronting beauty,

With endless brickwork structures

Burned in my retinas like sunspots,

I learnt to be alone – to board my boat

With no oars and no worry for their lack,

I still stand staring at those waves,

They’ve watched me grow so it’s right,

That I should check in, hands in pocket,

Sharing all, without uttering a word.

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By Sailor Jack©

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"Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg

Poet

1926-1997

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BB King making my soul groan once more.

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Hello Hello : ) Thank you for following me (= I have to say, reading your poems makes me write some again !

I'm really glad to hear that, I look forward to reading them. Make sure you drop me another message when you post them.

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12 O’clock Appointment

We are the therapy generation

On our knees begging for affirmation

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We stare at the stars because we’ve seen it in films

Wondering why our lives remain unfulfilled

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We smile in the day and network online

But when our connection severs we sit and ask why

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We wander round towns with headphones plugged in

There but not there we don’t see, we’re not looking

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We dream of greatness but our time is too precious

We don’t want to prove ourselves but blame you when you won’t let us

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We are new labour and new morals too

We swear before nine what the fuck you gonna do?

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We’re crying for discipline in a world minus fathers

We’re screaming for someone to appear and push harder

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We’re pleading for guidance in a world lacking leaders

We just want someone to tell us we’re needed

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We are the therapy generation

Immersed in a world of online playstation

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We cry in the rain because we’ve seen it in films

Destined to lead lives that remain unfulfilled

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My heart belongs here.

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The Great Ignored

The great ignored of our luckless generation

What we’d learn from the blacks of your eyes, the marrow of your spines.

Stoic faces tremble from your measured revelations

Your smile, too kind, through the words that I can’t find.

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And I will look for that time in between

When your eyes had whites like mine perhaps,

But the gesture pushed aside falls dead unseen

I can only swallow, blink, shake away these cracks.

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No eloquent expression between red wine swallowed

Could ever dent the flesh as you carry, eyes set,

Say goodbye to solidarity, the inconvenient honoured

Who needs us, trust your brothers to let you rest,

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You went feet down with adventurers smile

Your thoughts your own – growing – not grown

And many feet traced yours mile for mile

But just to of followed isn’t to know what you know.

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The great ignored of our luckless generation

What we’d learn from the blacks of your eyes, the marrow of your spines.

Your name, forgotten, only uttered by relations

Your smile, too kind, through the words you choose to hide.

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Thanks for the follow I quite enjoy reading your poems keep typing!! :)

Thanks for your kind comment it is truly appreciated. I enjoy your posts very much.

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Disjointed Reality

I arrived at the cinema,

Just in time for the happy ending,

Which seemed rather hollow,

Without knowing what came before.

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