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AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 520
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Tuesday, November 11, 2003 - 1:34 pm: | 
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Robert, you can sing along if you like.
Old man Jack he had a knife EIEIO
And with that knife he was not slow EIEIO
With a slash slash here
And a slash slash there
And a slash slash nearly everywhere
Old man Jack he had a knife EIEIO
And with that knife he could go EIEIO
With a slash slash here
And a slash slash there
A rip rip here
And a rip rip there
Here a stab
There a stab
Everywhere a stab stab
Old man Jack he had a knife EIEIO
And with that knife he was a pro EIEIO
(well, and so on until you are bored or thirsty)
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Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1216
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Tuesday, November 11, 2003 - 2:19 pm: |
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Yes, AP, very funny that!
It's a long way to rip a Mary,
It's a long way to go.
It's a long way to rip a Mary,
There's still forty days to go.
Goodbye street sites chilly,
Farewell Mitre Square.
It's a long long way to rip a Mary,
But her heart's right there.
Robert
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Severn
Unregistered guest
| | Posted on Tuesday, November 11, 2003 - 3:24 pm: |
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Here goes :
The door banged shut and Kate was free and thought
she"d try a trick
She"d pose as an "unfortunate" and try to spot the ripper.
She"d know him she knew she would so now while John was sleeping,
Off she went to Hounsditch as her pace began to quicken.
No sooner had she reached the square than Jack himself appeared
agreat big grin from ear to ear
made Kate herself forget all fear...
Young Lady How are YOU today-how about we go to play?
Now this was something new to Kate who hadnt felt that young of late
What sweet delicious sin was this young rascal
promising?
Hang on though lad I"ll need a drop -something strong before we tango
Now Jack was not the one to tarry,"Listen lass
its getting late,Kiss me then we"ll find a palace where I"ll buy you gin a plenty"
and with that glimpse of Paradise Kate risked it all and gave her life!Natalieee |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1217
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Tuesday, November 11, 2003 - 6:37 pm: |
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Nathalie, splendid effort.
Blimey, the poetry thread is crawling with poets!
Robert |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 522
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Wednesday, November 12, 2003 - 12:47 pm: |
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Yes Severn, welcome on board, hope you got a seat belt as it can get bumpy over here at times.
And a hearty welcome to Jane as well. I only just saw your wonderful effort, an excellent bit of rippery if I may say so.
Blimey Robert, we may yet have to start another channel just for mad poets. |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1223
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, November 13, 2003 - 7:31 am: |
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Hush, hush, hush, here comes the Bogeyman.
Don't let him come too close to you, he'll stab you if he can.
Don't cry out "There's vigilantes near!"
For Bogeyman will rip your guts and slice off half your ear.
Don't say "Buzz" just like the wasp that stings -
Bogeyman will slash your throat and wrench off all your rings.
Don't you try to stick him with a pin -
Bogeyman will very likely peel off all your skin.
When the shadows of the evening creep across the sky,
And Kate Eddowes comes around to sing a lullaby,
Tell her that the Bogeyman no longer frightens you,
Your name's Mary Kelly so you'll tell her what to do.
Hush, hush, hush, here comes the Bogeyman.
Don't let him come too close to you, he'll stab you if he can.
Just swear more than any east end hag,
And bogeyman will think you are a journalist in drag.
Robert
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AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 524
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, November 13, 2003 - 1:16 pm: |
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spawn
Devil’s bastard spawn
Devil bastard born
Bleeding breeding sin
Locked in bleeding skin.
Fabric rip and tear
Rip and skin is bare
Beneath layer remove the sin
And wrench out that deep within.
Twist and shout
Rip it out.
Bloody bundle of bloody tissue
Clammy seat of bloody issue
Pull it out chunk for chunk
All that blood and all that spunk.
In perfumed puddles at my feet
Lays my love in roses sweet
Foul thing whore
Foul thing no more.
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Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1227
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, November 13, 2003 - 2:16 pm: |
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AP, I see your glasses have come through. Really strong stuff, and "chunk for chunk" even made me feel a bit queasy!
Robert |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 527
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, November 13, 2003 - 3:26 pm: |
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Enjoyed yours as well Robert.
Especially the last two lines.
No, I'm still working blind, had fog for the last three days and now we have storm force blowing, so no flights, and my glasses are probably crashing their lonely way over a desperate sea.
So you not the only one queasy tonight.
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Severn
Unregistered guest
| | Posted on Thursday, November 13, 2003 - 1:57 pm: |
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Oh they really are so impressive these poems.
Robert the whole atmosphere reminded me of The Highwayman and the third verse was terrific the way it evoked the scary days of his tyrany
but reminded you of the pathos of the victims.
AP I adored this too it offers an insight into the killers mind and the sort of mad reasoning I
could imagine him having as he set about his crazed work.Its very dark abit like the witches chant in Macbeth.And the last verse is lovely.
Now I"ll have to try harder! Natalie |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1234
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Friday, November 14, 2003 - 12:59 pm: |
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Thanks Natalie. You're doing fine, and we look forward to your next one.
Robert |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 529
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Friday, November 14, 2003 - 1:13 pm: |
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What do you see?
Wonderful things, replied Carter.
I see many things spread around the tomb
I see many things in this dark room
I see legs and arms, a chest and a womb.
What I see is flayed
What I see is splayed.
I see time standing still
I see someone with time to kill.
I see a broken clock
And a lock
That doesn’t lock.
By what strange spark of man’s desire
With what dry kindle lit that fire
For such inferno to inspire?
I see ornamental decoration, almost art
In the bits that are ripped apart.
And I see no sign of sexual issue
Hidden ‘mongst the bloody tissue.
I see a search for some obscure bit
That was not found but would not fit.
I see circles, no straight line
I see no purpose and no design.
I see a child driven by glee
With no goods sold and no fee.
I see blood, sweat and primal juice
Washed down, cleansed and sluiced.
I see quite a young boy
A child who has broken a toy.
I see a painter who painted too fast
As if he could not make the moment last.
I see…
Wonderful things.
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Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1237
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Friday, November 14, 2003 - 2:36 pm: |
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Loved that one, AP. Very interesting, the juxtaposition of the artist/treasures and the pathetic, bloody, chaotic element.
Now you've got me going on Egypt!
TOMB ROBBER
Glistening jewels met glistening eyes,
Impious hands plunged, wrenched and tore.
Gems from settings he did prise
And careless cast them on the floor.
Carved his hieroglyphic scrawl,
Undeciphered now as then.
Gazed his gaze and packed his haul,
Scuttled into night again.
Kelly's heart he dared to weigh,
Stole Osiris' awful throne.
Scales they swung in disarray,
In the crazy sandstorm blown.
Wrote not his name in dusty room,
So did die for evermore.
Still we offer at his tomb,
And then, robbing, break its door.
Robert
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AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 532
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Saturday, November 15, 2003 - 5:04 am: |
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Good reply, Robert, enjoyed that.
I see no harm in mixing up a bit of Egypt in this, it was very much the vogue at that time - perhaps more so than we realise now - and certainly the talk of the day was ancient Egyptian art and decor. I do have a wonderful and rare illustrated volume from the LVP with amazing paintings of the monuments before they were fully freed from the desert sands. The artists name escapes me at the mo and I can't be bothered to trawl through the cellars as I'll probably get no further than the brandy stocks.
I think it also offers us a good example in how attitudes change towards the living, dead and recently dead... that a tomb can be violated when sufficient time has passed etc, and how the dread of death - particularly when the person concerned has been brutally slaughtered - does pass off with the passage of time. I can't imagine any of us making light of MJK's death in the year it happened, but now we allow ourselves to experiment with those dreadful circumstances, and perhaps quite rightly so.
I think I was trying to link the modern desecration of Tutankhamen's tomb to the bodily destruction of a Victorian prostitute, purely as an illustration of how differing individuals might view the concept of 'wonderful things'.
So, a slight rip at the profilers to boot.
Your reply was excellent. |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1244
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Saturday, November 15, 2003 - 5:34 am: |
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Hi AP
Remoteness in time and space seems to harden the heart, certainly. Amazing, though, that McCarthy managed to get people to rent Kelly's room fairly soon after the murder without (as far as I can gather) even washing or whitewashing the partition!
And then there were the locals charging penny a peep for a look at Chapman's death site.
Weird people, the Victorians - hysterical one minute, brutally practical the next.
I too find Egypt fascinating - a culture in which one can murder the same person twice certainly demands attention.
Robert |
Severn
Unregistered guest
| | Posted on Friday, November 14, 2003 - 3:52 pm: |
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I see Jack waiting
for his goodnight kiss
And mother getting angry
and ignoring his pleas.
I see Papa as a silly old goat.
And yes I see them bothin
old style hats and coats
Who half the time were soppy-stern
and half at each others throats.
And I see Jack bashing
His poor rag doll
And his unrepentant mother
scolding him again. [thats all for now Natalie] |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1249
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Saturday, November 15, 2003 - 11:09 am: |
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Hi Natalie
That's very nice. I was wanting that to continue.
Robert |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 533
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Saturday, November 15, 2003 - 12:32 pm: |
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Run Rabbit Run
Grate of keys in rusty lock
Silent ticking of silent clock
Somewhere in the cell block
The reckless reek of stale wine
Saturated stench of urine
Vomited body lay supine
Old stone cobbled floor
Creak of metal door
Release the whore.
Cold to freeze the breath
Cold to catch her death
Last chance left
Orders from on high
Not to question why
Silent whisper silent sigh
Set her go at stroke of one
For good job must be done
And she did run rabbit run.
There she ran unaware
Here, there and everywhere
‘til stoat was in the square
Rabbit caught in snare
And did make her bleed
As was his deed
When he would feed
To feed that need.
Indeed in deed.
Lanterns played their light
Dancing on the night
On blood soaked sight
To recoil in fright
An empty box of match
With no strike to scratch
A solitary thimble
As solitary symbol
Slamming of door
Kill the whore.
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Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1250
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Saturday, November 15, 2003 - 1:09 pm: |
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Brilliantly eerie, AP. I loved the restrained horror of the whole thing. Everything quiet, everything ineluctable. The fact that it was a matter of rabbit and stoat, instead of Kate and Jack, worked a treat by replacing the familiar with the unfamiliar. A very frightening hunting expedition!
Robert |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 534
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Saturday, November 15, 2003 - 4:46 pm: |
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Thanks Robert
I meant to get back to you earlier but the Matrix took over and by the time I could get through the brandy had taken over.
Life is a sod! |
Petra Zaagman
Unregistered guest
| | Posted on Saturday, November 15, 2003 - 12:37 pm: |
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Wow..... another beautiful poem!
Great work!!
I've made one too:
Ripped up Mind
Walking through the darkness
cold of an autumns night
my mind's a mess
hold my thoughts tight
I'm dreaming of last night
I'm thinking of you
stars are shining bright
your eyes were sparkling too
My memory is leaving
and all I know is you
don't know what tonight will bring
I'm searching for the clue
All the visions passing by
and all I did I see
your life is just a little lie
why did you come to me
I couldn't help it, that I know
don't know what I'm up to
this time you didn't let me go
couldn't keep ignoring you
Now I shouldn't have done it
my heart was freezing cold
but it's not only me to hit
because you too were fault
Now everyone is blaming me
all crying I was wrong
but through my eyes they cannot see
the place where I belong
Dear mother I love you
take care of your pain
but hate's rushing all through
every single vain
I wish I could tell one
because every day I see
all my chances are gone
and no one knows me
In my mind it keeps repeating
what we've gone through
my heart tells me, beating
they were human too
No one could forgive me
and even if I'd quit
won't give me the right to be
alive and living it
they'd love to see me hanging
they'd love to see my grave
I know they will go telling
me what sadness I gave
No words to tell what I've done
except for the words of blood
they are for ever and ever gone
I know it was no good
And everyone is hating me now
I still breathe the same air
as all those who I turned so down
and all they can do is stair
I'll go away now I'v got the chance
the choice is up to me
I'll tell my and their story once
for now it's mystery
That's one thing I always wondered.. did he ever feel sorry?? |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1253
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Saturday, November 15, 2003 - 6:07 pm: |
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Well done Petra. You put a lot into that.
Robert |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 536
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, November 16, 2003 - 3:52 am: |
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Yes, nice to see others having a go. I know it's not easy to bare your whimsical soul in such a manner.
I just don't see Jack associated with sorrow, perhaps he wallowed in pits of self pity and self justification, maybe even smiling at the absurd justification of what he saw as his good deeds?
No matter how bad the thing we have done we can usually comfortably adjust it in our own little mind. And we all have different solutions to differing circumstances, Caligula had his nephew's head removed because he kept coughing, most of us would have given him some cough medicine, but then most of us are not Caligula, but some may think they are... so off with his head!
I feel that is an important distinction to be made in this case, not who we think Jack was, but who Jack thought he was. |
Severn
Unregistered guest
| | Posted on Saturday, November 15, 2003 - 6:55 pm: |
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I very much liked your poem Petra.I liked the line "They were human too" because we are all
in my view of equal value and to quote Seamus Heaney about Yeats who he greatly admired"Yeats work does what the necessary poetry always does,which is to touch the base of our sympathetic nature while taking in at the same time the unsympathetic reality of the world to which it is exposed." .....Sorry if this is a bit
heavy but it so aptly expresses poetry"s power to balance up experience in terms of being human.
I"m finding it difficult to express all that goes on in my mind when I think of JtR and his victims.
I mostly just want to concentrate on trying to solve the mystery but now and then I am reminded of how shocking it all was and this is where this thread is useful in that it allows you time out
to consider.
Robert,"the Tomb Raiders---fantastic! Natalie |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1261
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, November 16, 2003 - 10:45 am: |
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Thanks, Natalie.
Re what you were saying, that is one of the reasons I liked AP's so much. We use words like "Kate" and "Kelly" and "Jack" and they're familiar words. The photos too are familiar. But we can all remember the way we felt when we were first reading about the crimes, or looking at the photos. Poems like AP's bring back some of that feeling, by making us see things afresh.
Robert |
