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Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 4147
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, February 20, 2005 - 9:43 pm: | 
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Thanks folks. Yes, "there's nothing new under the sun - or in it."
Robert |
Natalie Severn
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Severn
Post Number: 1619
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Monday, February 21, 2005 - 5:59 pm: |
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I like it when you play these tricks with Blake AP.and shift it towards something even more savage and disconcerting!
Natalie
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AP Wolf
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 1763
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Tuesday, February 22, 2005 - 1:29 pm: |
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Thanks Natalie
Blake is my hero. I find it such a shame that he ended in a mass grave after confinement in Bedlam, for I have always wished to place a rose on his grave as a thank you for a life time of inspiration.
I have no qualms about stealing from such a gigantic man, he can afford a bit of piracy now and then. |
Natalie Severn
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Severn
Post Number: 1623
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Tuesday, February 22, 2005 - 3:35 pm: |
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Yes,AP he is hero of mine too.A free thinking man whose words could wrap you in one of his rapturous visions so you too could see the glory of the promised land or understand the sublime beauty of a tiger.
I never knew he ended up like that.Hopefully those visions came to his rescue!
Natalie
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Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 4160
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Tuesday, February 22, 2005 - 3:47 pm: |
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No mean artist either, Natalie.
Robert |
AP Wolf
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 1813
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, March 06, 2005 - 4:53 pm: |
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Crash Test Dummies
Once there was a boy who couldn’t make his shirt fit
So one day he took his shirt off and said he couldn’t understand
How shirts were supposed to fit
Then one day he found a shirt that could fit
But then when he looked in the mirror
He found he didn’t like the shirt anyway
So he took that shirt
And ripped it bit to bit
And then he found that
The shirt did perfectly fit
So he wore it
A boy in a shirt
And he wondered what it would be like
To really get a shirt
That fitted his body
Perfectly every time.
But then when he cut himself
There was blood on the razor
And drips upon his shirt
So he had to change himself
Then when he looked in the mirror
He saw a girl who couldn’t change his shirt
And blood spilled all over her skirt
Thinking he had cut himself
He put a plaster on the cut
But the wound was in his shirt…
So once there was this girl
Who couldn’t put on make-up
Because there was blood all over her face
And the boy in her could taste
That she couldn’t tell
That there was blood on his shirt
But then one day
He didn’t put on his make-up |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 4204
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, March 06, 2005 - 5:54 pm: |
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Hi AP
Adventurous stuff. I think this is about your belief in the homosexual nature of many of these killers (though I've probably got it all wrong). Really nice piece, AP.
But the girl would have her make-up
So he gave her a transformation
With rouge to redden the cheeks
And arrows to highlight the eyes
So all was well for a month
Then the girl wanted to be noticed
The girl wanted a brand new image
To go out and have some fun
So to keep her hidden inside
He gave her the best he could do
But still the girl cried and cried
And his heart it broke in two
Robert |
AP Wolf
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 1815
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, March 06, 2005 - 6:14 pm: |
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No, Robert, you got it all right as it happens.
I think I was trying to capture the confused.
But you are right - as the latest Home Office results do show - latent homosexuality plays a massive degree in the modern art of murder.
Loved your following piece. |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 4205
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Monday, March 07, 2005 - 3:15 pm: |
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I'M REVIEWING THE MUTILATION
"Now then, Jack," said Uncle Fagin. "Do you want to be a great man like the Dodger?"
"Oh yes indeed, sir, truly I do," said Jack.
"Well then! You see that lady walking there? Go over and see what you can get from her."
Jack scampered off and was back almost immediately.
"Here you are, sir. She got right to the end of the street before she noticed."
"What the bloody hell's this?" asked Uncle Fagin.
"It's her womb, sir."
"I don't want her womb, my dear."
"I did get something else, sir," said Jack with a wink.
"Lined?"
"Oh indeed, sir - she was over 50."
And Jack gave Uncle Fagin a bit of face.
"No, no, my dear, you don't understand - watch out, here comes Bill Sikes. He's going to take you out, Jack."
"Thank you, sir, but I'm not gay."
"On a job!" said Uncle Fagin. "Now do as he says, Jack - he's violent if he's crossed."
An hour later saw Jack and Sikes standing outside a house.
"Now you crawl in through that hole and come out with the stuff," ordered Sikes.
Jack did as bid and soon emerged.
"Here you are, sir."
"What the f*ck's this?" hissed Sikes.
"Her heart, sir. I took everything out, but thought you'd like her heart the best."
"You young varmint!" bellowed Sikes. "I don't do that sort of thing - it's against the Scumbag Code. Go, put the whole lot back, and bring me something good."
Jack disappeared again, but soon re-emerged.
"Did you put it all back?"
"Yes, sir - inside 30 seconds."
"So what did you get?"
Jack gave Sikes a Crackerjack pencil.
Sikes's eyes glinted in the moonlight, and he advanced on Jack swinging his jemmy. Was this the end of our hero?
(To be continued, or not, as the case may be)
Robert |
Caroline Anne Morris
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Caz
Post Number: 1542
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Friday, March 11, 2005 - 4:07 am: |
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It's Friday, it's five o'clock (well it will be later), and it's CRACKERJACK!!!
Do I get a Crackerjack pencil too, Robert? I've always wanted one.
Love,
Bill's Nancy (as long as he needs me) |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 4214
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Friday, March 11, 2005 - 4:31 am: |
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Caz, you get a Crackerjack pencil AND a super Blue Peter badge.
Great unanswered questions : what happened to the books Oliver had with him when they caught him again? And who won the game of chess the old boy and his friend were playing?
Robert |
AP Wolf
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 1837
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Friday, March 11, 2005 - 2:08 pm: |
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See, you lot lost me again!
I really must get a life. |
Natalie Severn
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Severn
Post Number: 1663
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Friday, March 11, 2005 - 2:48 pm: |
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Curiouser and curiouser!
I liked your poem "Crash Test Dummies" AP which read like a search for identity .
I must admit to being a bit puzzled after that ....
Robert you"ve lost me now!But its OK.Good to see you all posting-Caz and all!
Natalie |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 4216
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Friday, March 11, 2005 - 3:51 pm: |
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I don't understand what I've been doing to confuse people.
Robert (puzzled) |
AP Wolf
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 1838
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Friday, March 11, 2005 - 4:15 pm: |
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Robert, no worries.
I thought the point of the poetry thread was to confuse everybody anyway.
I'll just go off now and throw myself down the stairs.
ps.
I've finally found the prize, so it's about time I awarded it. |
Natalie Severn
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Severn
Post Number: 1666
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Friday, March 11, 2005 - 5:48 pm: |
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Robert,
I was not saying anything about your skill at composing verse but simply that I wasnt understanding your latest contribution.AP"s right - interest can be quickly lost if the meaning of a work of art is too clear.We have reports and written tracts for providing facts and information. |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 4219
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Friday, March 11, 2005 - 5:56 pm: |
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Hi Natalie
I didn't mean the poetry - I thought people must have been confused by Crackerjack, Blue Peter, or the two blokes playing chess in "Oliver" - you remember, when they think he's stolen the books.
Robert |
Kathy Collins
Unregistered guest
| | Posted on Friday, March 11, 2005 - 10:43 pm: |
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I made a mistake earlier. I had posted about the 2 Jack the Ripper novels and got it backwards. The first book is "Chapel Noir." That's Jack the Ripper in Paris, continuing his murders. And the sequel by Carole Nelson Douglas is called "Castle Rouge." Remember to visit the website Jigsaw -- unsolved celebrity murders. jigsaw.jfkresearch.com/forum
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AP Wolf
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 1875
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, March 20, 2005 - 4:52 pm: |
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RADAR LOVE
I been walking all night and I’m walking still
It’s half past one and I’m ready to kill
I been walking all night with my hand on the knife
It’s half past two and still no sacrifice
Because I’ve got this thing
It’s called RADAR LOVE
We got this thing
Called RADAR LOVE
RADAR LOVE
It’s half past four
I just walked in the door
Been walking all night
Didn’t kill a whore
But it’s half past four
And the love is still right
If one dies tonight
Because I’ve got this thing
It’s called RADAR LOVE
We got this thing
Called RADAR LOVE
RADAR LOVE
Radar Love
radar love |
Natalie Severn
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Severn
Post Number: 1699
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, March 20, 2005 - 5:02 pm: |
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I could hear the music in this AP.
Simple but effective.It brought to mind fantasies in empty streets, incurable obsession, and a chilling matter of factness.
Brilliant.
Natalie |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 4279
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, March 20, 2005 - 5:14 pm: |
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Very nice indeed, AP. I remember that record.
Of course, if Jack was Monty, you'd have to switch to sonar....
Robert |
AP Wolf
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 1877
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, March 20, 2005 - 5:20 pm: |
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Out on the Razz last night a band started playing this old number, Natalie, and I just saw Jack in it, like it was his theme tune or something.
You summed up my feelings better than I could though. |
AP Wolf
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 1878
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, March 20, 2005 - 5:36 pm: |
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Thanks Robert
The song sort of sticks doesn’t it?
Meanwhile I thought you might like this:
Whores For Rent
You can see ‘em shuffling around Whitechapel all day
Dragging their rotten wares with ‘em to earn their pay
Blasted and bloated with offal and waste
Grubby old scabs in their pathetic haste
Toothless old hags
Grubby old slags
Clinging onto the rim of some great drain
With fever pitch and some great pain
They spout their utter nonsense and scum
And douse themselves with whisky and rum
Hanging around Justices and courts of laws
Exposing their parts, the filthy old whores
Yes folks it’s the ultimate defilers
The forensic and criminal profilers. |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 4280
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, March 20, 2005 - 5:57 pm: |
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Hi AP
Very funny! I can see you don't like profilers much (mind you, I already sort of knew). I can't say I know an awful lot about them myself, as I don't read them much.
It would be interesting to profile the profilers, i.e. what sort of person becomes a profiler?....
The profiler gave a startled look
As the knife plunged into his belly
He'd have to cancel that latest book
And the plug for it on the telly.
He thought, "Oh, dying is awful queer
But what makes it even scarier
Is being killed by this fellow here
Who lives in the wrong bloody area."
Robert
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AP Wolf
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 1879
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, March 20, 2005 - 6:15 pm: |
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Excellent off the cuff stuff, Robert!
You must be on extra strength Tetleys tonight.
Whenever the subject of profilers comes up I always think of the 'Kinks'.
'Waterloo Sunset' & 'Lola'.
Profilers are very much like men dressed as women. Very camp.
Deep inside they have a very real and genuine problem with their sexual identity, so they attempt to quantify that which remains unexplained and unknown. As they are to themselves.
They are very much 'the only gay in the village'.
But the salary is good.
Bless 'em. |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 4281
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, March 20, 2005 - 6:32 pm: |
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Thanks AP. I must catch up with the profilers some time. Right now, though, I'm re-reading Alan Bullock's book on Hitler. I wonder what they'd have made of him.
Robert |
Natalie Severn
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Severn
Post Number: 1700
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Monday, March 21, 2005 - 3:36 pm: |
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I laughed out loud when I read the last two lines AP. Quite outrageous and probably closer to the truth.
Very much enjoyed yours too Robert -again especially the last two lines!
Natalie |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 4284
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Monday, March 21, 2005 - 3:50 pm: |
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Thanks Natalie. And here for AP (and for me because I like them too) are the Kinks, courtesy http://www.kinks.org/pix05.htm
Robert |
AP Wolf
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 1881
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Monday, March 21, 2005 - 4:15 pm: |
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Thanks Natalie
if it made you laugh then it worked.
I would love to see the Kinks playing at a Jack conference while Canter rides his own ass.
Much appreciated photo, Robert.
'I'm on an island and I've got nowhere to swim' is the best song from the Kinks and I have always carried that song with me in my life. |
Natalie Severn
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Severn
Post Number: 1702
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Monday, March 21, 2005 - 4:55 pm: |
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Thanks for the photo Robert,they were good,very good.And Frank Zappa.I liked the later bands too especially the punk bands like the Sex Pistols.Today there are only a couple of punk types on the music scene but Tom Waits is right out there, over the top...hey I"m drifting! |
Frank van Oploo
Chief Inspector
Username: Franko
Post Number: 547
Registered: 9-2003
| | Posted on Monday, March 21, 2005 - 5:35 pm: |
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Here are some nice photos of the Golden Earring.
Here's one from 1888:
And here's a recent one:
Interesting text at the top, by the way...
"Every disadvantage has its advantage."
Johan Cruijff
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AP Wolf
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 1885
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Monday, March 21, 2005 - 5:48 pm: |
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Frank
It was the one on the extreme right that did it.
That has got to be Jack.
Shame that we get old, they look like the Pet Shop Boys in the older picture.
Perhaps they are all now criminal profilers? |
Natalie Severn
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Severn
Post Number: 1703
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Monday, March 21, 2005 - 6:09 pm: |
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Great pics Frank!They look quite cool in this later shot actually-yes a bit like The Pet Shop Boys-another great band---
By the way AP that was a wonderful image you drew in one of your recent posts of Canter astride a donkey outside the Houses of Parliament[?] I chuckled a lot over that a lot!
Natalie
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ex PFC Wintergreen
Unregistered guest
| | Posted on Monday, April 11, 2005 - 12:09 am: |
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Cor, What a Ripper!
Jack liked to cut up girls
‘E did it ev’ry mumf
‘Cept in October ‘e forgot to do it
And nuffink rhymes with mumf
‘E liked to take ‘is knife around
And stab it in dere necks
‘E only ever did it to ‘ores
Cos dey dought ‘e wanted sex
She’d lift ‘er skirt so he could pork
But he’d hold ‘er to da ground and strip ‘er
And when da girls saw what was in ‘is ‘and
Dey’d cry “Cor, what a ripper!”
‘E’d slice away to ‘is ‘eart’s content
And eat little bits ‘e found
Den give ‘em a quick punch in da gob
And leave ‘em on da ground
Da cops would come and dey would say
“Who da f*ck did thes?”
“I don’t even wanna look at dat,”
“Dat bloody mulched up mess!”
Dey di-ent have da first clue
Who da Ripper was
So dey asked everyone if dey were 'im
But no one said because
Most of dem weren’t anyway
‘Cept Jack who knew it was ‘e
But when dey asked him, he just said
“F*ck it wa’n’t me!”
Da pigs were done and Jack had won
No one would know it was ‘im
So ‘e went for a walk wiva smile on ‘is face
And danced down the docks’ rim
But a crumbling dockside building
Wa’n’t ‘aving da best of days
And as Jack merrily pranced below
It rained bricks on the bay
But ‘e cowered just in time
And missed getting ‘it by dem
But when a few fell in ‘is pockets
‘E dropped into da Thames
H’RAY!
Wintergreen |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 4455
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 24, 2005 - 10:11 pm: |
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LINE OF DESCENT
Somewhere there's a pedigree,
With oodles of begats.
For when two folks in bed agree,
They're adding to the stats.
And somewhere there's a chart,
With name on name on name
Where no one stands apart,
And all do look the same.
Yet in baptismal well
There was a tiny crack
Let bubble up from hell
The blood that christened Jack.
They gave him his certificate
Of birth and termination.
They made him die in triplicate,
With some determination.
He's living, truth to tell.
He's lurking at your back.
Wherever there is hell.
Wherever there's a crack.
Robert |
AP Wolf
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 2133
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, May 29, 2005 - 5:44 pm: |
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obsession
I took a quarter and made it a pound
Then took another quarter
To see what I had found
But every quarter
It made a pound
And when I took the quarter away
I found it was yesterday
And a quarter still a pound
That is what I found.
I took the whole and severed
Then put the four quarters together
And in leathery text did bound
But still found
I had the pound.
No matter how much I cut and split
I could not kill that itchy itch.
No matter how much I slit
That quarter don’t fit
Even when I ram it in
That quarter be thin
And not the pound
I seek…
Of which I speak
The quarter of the whole
The pound of her soul
The bit that makes the round
The half that make the pound
And the pound split asunder
In its quarters
You must understand
The beast bid to slaughter
As it seeks its quarter
To make things whole again.
You must understand.
To make things whole again
I had to take the whole
And make it a quarter.
A scheme of things
Not quite whole. |
Natalie Severn
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Severn
Post Number: 1981
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, May 29, 2005 - 6:02 pm: |
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Robert,I missed that one- its great!Imagine it too
--another little darling taking its first steps and all that.....maybe Philip Larkin had it right---They f*ck you up your mum and dad
They didnt mean to but they do....
AP,very pertinent too.Its quite possible
that he muddled up all the message wires
like this-
I love the undercurrent of mesmeric chant too!
Natalie |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 4471
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Monday, May 30, 2005 - 4:08 am: |
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Thanks Natalie. Good one AP. That whole will always elude him, which is why he has to kill it.
Robert |
AP Wolf
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 2134
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Monday, May 30, 2005 - 4:44 pm: |
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Yes, sorry, Robert, I missed your fine poem as well. I plan to reply, now I have seen it.
Thanks, Natalie, the quality brandy guarantees the mesmeric quality of chanting. |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 4472
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Monday, May 30, 2005 - 5:52 pm: |
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That's OK, AP. I don't seem to write as many poems as I used to.
I wish of course that I could write as well as Blake. Mind you, he hasn't done much recently....
Robert |
AP Wolf
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 2136
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Monday, May 30, 2005 - 6:30 pm: |
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Me neither, Robert.
It is these bloody search engines, they made us all fall down the stairs.
Blake has recently written, he had a poem in 'The Rip'.
Here it is:
'Ode to a Toad'
If I could but hold all life in the bladder precious of a toad
and see all that took place
on the Whitechapel Road
and to peer inside that precious grain of sand
and to hold all of MJK's belly in my hand
and there what would I find
as I stared at my own behind
all heaven in rage
as I turned the page
of the latest poop deck by the mast
as I that last pebble cast
and there doth form a ripple
and make me next a bloody tripple.'
(copyright. Blake in Bedlam.)
Good night. |
Natalie Severn
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Severn
Post Number: 1985
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Monday, May 30, 2005 - 6:57 pm: |
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...and his devoted Catherine also sitting in the garden in the nude nodded wisely and passed him his tipple.... |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 4473
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Monday, May 30, 2005 - 7:10 pm: |
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AP, nice to know that Blake can still get his work published. But it's been a long time coming. Worst case of writer's block I've ever seen.
Robert |
Natalie Severn
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Severn
Post Number: 1987
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 31, 2005 - 5:19 am: |
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Why Robert is back on top form!
[ errata-re my post above-For "garden " read "poop deck"-it was past my bedtime!] |
AP Wolf
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 2137
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 31, 2005 - 4:22 pm: |
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A response is coming.
I been on a bender for a couple of days and the looking glass swims with brandy, but I should be over it soon. |
Natalie Severn
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Severn
Post Number: 1988
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 31, 2005 - 7:14 pm: |
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You"re not the only one AP-take care-see you soon!
Natalie |
Natalie Severn
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Severn
Post Number: 2033
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, June 12, 2005 - 6:05 pm: |
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Hi AP,
We went to St James Church ,Piccadilly this morning -Andy and me.
I saw the baptism font where Blake was christened.The Church itself was sensational-spacious,beautiful
designed by Wren and one of his favourites.
It has a market in its front yard - which makes it even more Blake like somehow.
The ornate screen behind the alter and the baptism font were both designed by the master carver Grinling Gibbons.
I picked up an email address in case yourself or Robert might be interested regarding the Blake Society: www.blakesociety.org.uk.
Natalie |
AP Wolf
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 2189
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, June 12, 2005 - 6:11 pm: |
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Thank you, Natalie.
As you know Blake is my god, and I will certainly check out the Society.
Shame that he ended in Bedlam.
Just like Thomas. |
Natalie Severn
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Severn
Post Number: 2034
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, June 12, 2005 - 6:21 pm: |
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Yes,sad that! Clare too ended up in bedlam -another visionary poet!
We here share your thoughts about Blake and love of him and his work...
Natalie. |
Christopher T George
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Chrisg
Post Number: 1564
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Tuesday, June 21, 2005 - 1:40 am: |
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A palindrome. . .
..........Jack the Ripper
..............Jack strikes,
knife to hand, sneaks about shadows,
..............unknown killer
bloody running streets once again
..............escapes
again once streets running bloody
..............killer unknown
shadows about sneaks, hand to knife,
..............strikes Jack.
...........Christopher T. George
Christopher T. George
North American Editor
Ripperologist
http://www.ripperologist.info
See "Jack--The Musical" by Chris George & Erik Sitbon
The Drama of Jack the Ripper Weekend
Charlotte, NC, September 16-18, 2005
http://www.actorssceneunseen.com/ripper.asp
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