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Severn
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| | Posted on Sunday, November 16, 2003 - 12:01 pm: | 
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OH indeed.I think Run Rabbit Run[and the other about Jack himself] enabled you to get nearer
to a person not just a "suspect".Weare able to see him "in the flesh" if you like.The trouble is -well Jack isnt exactly easy to like is he?
So sometimes or until you allow the new perception into your conscious mind you can start to push away both Jack and the poems that are too near the knuckle until that is you accept what happened.No the poems are fine-more than-its the subject matter that can be tricky dont you think?
Best Natalie. |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 539
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Monday, November 17, 2003 - 1:56 pm: |
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Poor old Sickert
Poor old Sickert
Couldn’t stick it
Sight of blood made him faint
So poor old Sickert murdered paint.
Poor old Sickert
Couldn’t stick it
Sight of nudes got on his wick
Couldn’t light his candlestick.
Poor old Sickert
Couldn’t stick it
Wrote a letter bold and quick
Stuck it down with his spit.
Poor old Sickert
Couldn’t stick it
Painted tarts without frock or gown
Named it dead whore in Camden town.
Poor old Sickert
Couldn’t stick it
As Oscar said too much of a bore
To have ever killed a whore.
Poor old Sickert
Couldn’t stick it
But old Pat wrote him a fine book
Like his art not worth a second look.
Poor old Sickert
Couldn’t stick it
Case closed, portrait of a killer
Not even a stocking-filler.
Poor old Sickert.
Didn’t even lick it.
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Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1267
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Monday, November 17, 2003 - 3:11 pm: |
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Nice one, AP. But I must confess that I like Sickert's stuff! Oh well!
THE SECRET REVEALED
I take it you've heard of heartless jokes?
Well, the whole Jack the Ripper affair was a hoax!
I really don't know where to start,
Everybody played their part,
And once begun, it showed no let-up,
Whores lay around all covered in ketchup,
Police in stations hot tea guzzled,
Then walked round and acted puzzled,
And the public raved on cue -
Went off their heads at the stroke of two.
Druitt willingly shuffled his coil
To keep the Ripper case on the boil,
And Tom Cutbush went into bin
For he knew interest was wearing thin.
All these Victorians had the temerity
To play a wicked prank on posterity.
You can depend on my word, you know -
Signed, your friend Antonio.
Robert
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Petra
Unregistered guest
| | Posted on Monday, November 17, 2003 - 12:53 pm: |
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Hm.. I'm very weird at this point..
I've got the strange tendency to care about those who bring theirselves and others in trouble.. I've got very few 'friends' and they're all 'loners' or 'misunderstood' persons.
What I pity most is, the fact that these crimes could have been prevented that easy!
What I mention is, a little love could have been enough.. couldn't it?
It's strange but somehow I seek the 'guilt' not only with Jack, but with more..
He surely missed something, but none was ever born evil! Seeing profiles of other serial killers, is, like I recognize myself. (No need to be scared, though.. )
I've been lonely, and now I see what the lack of love and understanding can cause.. I feel I need to cry it out loud: 'LOVE!! NOW!!!!'
I put down some quotes I heard or said myself..
'eyes are the mirrors to the soul'
'the ones who don't want the attention are in fact the ones that most need it'
'don't see deeds as a cry for sensation, but as a cry for attention'
'a cry of hate is a cry for love'
'love and hate are close together, can't go without each other and create each other' |
Severn
Unregistered guest
| | Posted on Monday, November 17, 2003 - 4:57 pm: |
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This one was a laugh .. its how it can look to us sometimes today too-like hang on did this really happen or did the Victorians play a grotesque hoax of some kind - doling out walk onparts to assorted actors.I enjoyed the bit about Cutbush best Robert.
AP Would love to read one in similar vein about
Cutbush.I dont know why but I"m put in mind of"WEE Willie Winkie" when I think about Cutbush-
can"t think why though. Natalie. |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1276
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Tuesday, November 18, 2003 - 7:53 am: |
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Hi all
Now gather ye round, and watchful ears lend,
I've a tale that'll make your hair stand on end
(And, just in case you think I'm careless
I haven't forgotten those who are hairless).
'Twas a terrible autumn of crime
Back in the old Victorian time
When London's streets were paved with slime
And even the Queen was covered in grime :
Fair Nichols, in search of her doss house dough,
Wending her way down tiny Buck's Row
Was killed – for her a terrible blow,
And being ripped compounded her woe.
Now the murderer's muscles were flexed.
Poor old Annie Chapman was next.
I feel her fate was a teeny bit hard -
Gutted for taking a leak in the yard,
Which I'll grant was unhygienic
But disembowelling is hardly scenic.
'Tis clear in scattering Annie’s innerds
The murderer showed his double standards.
Liz Stride and Catherine Eddowes followed :
Stride was just killed, but Eddowes was hollowed.
The police suspected a man called Jack,
Also Jim, Fred and Bert, Sid, Nobby and Mac.
"Everyone, keep your eyes open!" they said,
Which the victims did, even though they were dead.
And then, to appease his loathsome hunger
Jack killed Kelly, who was younger –
Scarcely had she ovulated
Than she was discombobulated.
Slatternly women doffed their hats.
Hutchinson's man took off his spats.
All railed at the son of Satan
Who'd sent Kelly off to be buried at Leyton.
The police looked low and high every hour,
Went down mines and climbed Eiffel Tower,
And all the streets they had to scour
Tended to make them morose and sour,
Till ninety more years having gone past
They told folks to close their eyes at last.
The police even wondered if Jack was dead.
Wishful thinking? So it's been said.
Thus, to prevent another fine mess
A word of warning's in order, I guess :
All ladies from Arctic to Australia,
Keep a tight grip on your paraphernalia!
Robert
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Severn
Unregistered guest
| | Posted on Tuesday, November 18, 2003 - 10:49 am: |
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These poems are wonderful fun Robert.This last one reminded me of one of Noel Coward"s Mrs Bertie Wooster-when he nearly goosed her etc
you ought to give a perfomance of them I bet they would be a huge success.Maybe we should put together a"Victorian Medley" with songs poems
mimes dance even the odd mock trial -maybe we could even raise a few bob for the site!Natalie
P.S.Ive just got in from work so havent had time to think up a poem yet.I think Im enjoying the ones Im reading here too much. |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 542
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Tuesday, November 18, 2003 - 3:41 pm: |
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An excellent chortling ride, Robert.
I think like me that when you were young you perhaps listened to those LP's of the Goons.
This really had elements of those precious times.
I did write a reply to you about poor old Sickert but the Matrix got it, so I'll have to do it again.
Got me eyes back, so stand by your beds. |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1279
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Tuesday, November 18, 2003 - 4:18 pm: |
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AP, Natalie, thanks.
Yes, I did like the Goons, and still do.
Glad you've got your glasses through, AP.
Natalie, I'm not a performer - I go all shy (plus I'm no good at dodging fruit).
Robert |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1283
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Wednesday, November 19, 2003 - 7:08 am: |
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I thought I'd try another hip hop one.
DRAWN A BLANK
Sleeping dreaming
Waking screaming
Body thrashing
Razor slashing
Trembling of primeval slaughter
Shark drag prey beneath the water
Soul float ceiling
See boy kneeling
By me there
As in prayer
Both hands clasped on knife in motion
Dorsal fin above the ocean
Lucky rip
Lucky dip
Held in hand
Pawed and scanned
Turned and studied, flipped and rolled
Peering for a peek of gold
Out of luck
Only muck
Glances bed
Shakes his head
Goes to door and stops with shrug
Comes and gives a final tug
Robert |
Sarah Long
Sergeant
Username: Sarah
Post Number: 22
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Wednesday, November 19, 2003 - 7:45 am: |
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I must say, all these poems are wonderful. I haven't contributed to this thread before but I felt that I had to comment, especially on Robert's last one. I thought it was amazing use of words and comparison to a shark.
I'm not even going to attempt a poem as I am better at prose than poetry.
Keep them coming though.
Regards,
Sarah |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1286
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Wednesday, November 19, 2003 - 8:06 am: |
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Hi Sarah
Thanks for that. Do feel free to post any poems you want to. This is an experimental thread and there's no insistence on perfect metre, etc etc. If there was, I'd have been drummed off it long ago!
Robert |
Gary Alan Weatherhead
Inspector
Username: Garyw
Post Number: 409
Registered: 5-2003
| | Posted on Wednesday, November 19, 2003 - 8:42 am: |
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Hi Robert
I have enjoyed the poems on this thread for a while know without posting anything about them. When I found myself humming "It's a long way to rip a Mary" over the last few days, I decided everyone on this thread needs to be congratulated on their creativity.
All The Best
Gary |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1288
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Wednesday, November 19, 2003 - 9:14 am: |
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Hi Gary
Thanks very much! We hope to please.
Robert |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 545
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Wednesday, November 19, 2003 - 1:12 pm: |
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Enjoyed the hop, Robert.
I must get my knife sharpened and do some ripping over here soon. So busy battling the forces of Wilson in Middle Earth.
Thank you Gary and Sarah, it is heartening to know that people do at least read our stuff.
I feel a warm glow coming on so I better drink a brandy.
Keep it up Robert. |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1290
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Wednesday, November 19, 2003 - 1:38 pm: |
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Thanks AP. Yes it's nice to know we have readers.
I will have to put the kettle on before attempting another one.
Robert |
Severn
Unregistered guest
| | Posted on Wednesday, November 19, 2003 - 3:46 pm: |
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It was good to see your comments Sarah and Gary.
Why dont you too have a go? I would like it better here if I saw Sarah or Jane or Petra"s names more often [and Gary"s ofcourse].If I get sometime this weekend I"ll have another go.
Natalie
Robert, "Drawn a Blank".I liked it.I liked the image of a man or boy "in prayer" it gives a strange stability to what was otherwise chaotic
and brutal. As does the verse.
I"m disappointed you dont want to read your poems.
Could you think about it a bit more? They deserve to be read by you .Natalie |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1295
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Wednesday, November 19, 2003 - 5:40 pm: |
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Hi Natalie
Thanks for your comments. Yes it's great that more people are sending in poems now. I don't know whether you know, but there is actually a prize for the writer judged by Stephen to have submitted the best poem - the prize being a signed copy of "Jack the Myth" by AP. I immediately add that AP is debarred from winning the prize!
I'd be happy for Gary to declaim my poems in stentorian tones from the court house steps (that way, Gary, if the crowd turns nasty it's you who get the flogging).
Robert |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 547
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, November 20, 2003 - 12:40 pm: |
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I want to call him Jack
(with thanks to Mick & Keith)
I see a sexual serial killer
And I want to call him Jack
No grey areas anymore
I want to call him Jack
I see the whores walk by
Dressed in dirty clothes
I have to turn my head
Before my darkness grows
No more will my sharp blade
Cut right into fat
Now will my sharp blade
Cut right into Jack
I see a profiler
He said it must be Jack
I see a writer
She said it must be Jack
Jack, Jack, Jack
I want to call him Jack.
Jack, Jack, Jack
I want to call him Jack.
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Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1300
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, November 20, 2003 - 1:06 pm: |
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That was fun, AP!
Mick and Keith again :
(Levy wanted the area better lit)
Everywhere I hear the sound of the policeman on his beat, boy.
Now dusk is here and the time is right for lighting up the street, boy.
Then what will old Jack do?
He can take his knife, go hang.
But it seems in this dark town there's just no place for a Street Lighting Man.
We'd catch Jumping Jack Flash
With some gas, gas, gas.
Robert
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Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1301
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, November 20, 2003 - 1:06 pm: |
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That was fun, AP!
Mick and Keith again :
(Levy wanted the area better lit)
Everywhere I hear the sound of the policeman on his beat, boy.
Now dusk is here and the time is right for lighting up the street, boy.
Then what will old Jack do?
He can take his knife, go hang.
But it seems in this dark town there's just no place for a Street Lighting Man.
We'd catch Jumping Jack Flash
With some gas, gas, gas.
Robert
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Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1302
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, November 20, 2003 - 1:08 pm: |
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Sorry, Double Event. |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 550
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, November 20, 2003 - 3:47 pm: |
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That’s me and that’s Jack
When I walk tall I scatter showers of spark
Little electric moths that illuminate the dark
Mirrors under my bare feet I smash
And gas lit lamps go with a crash.
My way is mirror paved
For the image is saved
In the glass beneath my feet
A thousand of me on the street.
I take the mirror and hold it so
And there is me, row after row.
An eternal image of perfection
Perfect in my own reflection.
I smile and he smiles back
That’s me and that’s Jack.
The mirror holds an enormous amount
More images than I can possibly count
But each image is carefully put in the book
And Jack is there whenever I look.
I turn round and quickly stare
But Jack is always there.
I dive and hide under my bed
But in the mirror I see his head.
His eyes are blue and so are mine
He blinks and gives me the sign.
I shake my head he shakes it back
That’s me and that’s Jack.
I take him in my pocket all snug and neat
That’s me and that’s Jack out on the street.
I take him out and he’s still there
For out of the mirror does Jack stare
I show him all the corners I find
And Jack stores them in his mind
I take the mirror and hold it so
And in the mirror the image grows
And in that mirror is someone
I don’t know
They grow and they grow
They blot out all I see
They blot out Jack
And they blot out me
For some strange purpose
They spoil a perfect surface
And then the mirror goes black
That’s me and that’s Jack.
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Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 1305
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, November 20, 2003 - 4:05 pm: |
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Well done, AP. One of your best. Very clever ending.
It would be nice to have a Part Two.
Robert |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 551
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, November 20, 2003 - 5:01 pm: |
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Thanks Robert
that one came out of the bottom of an empty bottle of Thai whisky.
Bloody muck, but I do love it.
I enjoyed your Mick & Keith one also, I did have a clever response, something from 'get off my cloud' but I lost it in the rush to empty the bottle.
I'll muster meself and see if I can't find a part two. |
