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Should the word c**t be used in a poem?


Slut and other inappropriate words

So... this word that begins with C. Is it right for a poem? 





Five Poems at Subtopian


Decide for yourself. I used it in a poem, as well as other nasty words.
As with much of my poetry some of the stories below are based on actual events.


Here are snippets of the poems in question.


                   
Skank Stepper

She was a dirty ganger  
They said
A push-up bra selfie junkie slut...  


A very open wound

There are better things than hellos
There are worse things                                                                                                                  
Than goodbyes...


The Night Journeymen (boys)

The night is ours
Our town
We are teenage chieftains...


Hit On or Hit Out

...Her expression changed to
that of the shocked, amused, horrified
All at once.
She tried to slap me.


Welcome to La La Land – A True Story

I’d spent a week in hospital in Ireland
After having my head kicked in...



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This particular publication is quite subversive so I went through my unpublished collection and pulled out these er, gems. Know your market as they say.


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Please help me and them out by making us know that you're reading, even if you don't like them.

All five poems here in one page. (Update: Site closed. Try my books).





More of my Poetry here.



Pervert Doctor has some serious issues


Warning: Not for the easily offended.

Dr. Bale is a dirty perve. 
What's he got to do with Antarctica? And how will he get his kicks there?




*2021 Update - Now free for you to watch or listen.







Perihelion Science Fiction
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After some considerable time, my story, It's the Last Great Ice Shelf! is finally available for people to read. They've shortened the title. As you can ascertain, it was more relevant some years back. I first wrote the story in 2006. It's been through quite a few drafts. Yes it was rejected numerous times but it's also sat forgotten on my computer so it's great to see it out in the world. It's up to you now to read it and share it and give it life. Without you, it's still dead.

(Link removed, Site closed)



Jesse Jennings
From the Front Cover of the Nov 14 issue


More Stories.





Berlin Wall and I - 25 Years

November, 1989




In 1989 I was a young chap making my way overseas for the first time when the Soviet Union collapsed. It was November and I was in London. A friend and I caught a plane to Berlin to witness history in the making. It was an incredible experience.




The joy is evident. The atmosphere was incredible. It was like New Year's Eve. Not possessing a chisel I was unable to snare a piece of it. People were going crazy trying to garner a souvenir and every little crumb of it was scooped from the ground. There was only a couple of holes in it at that stage.



I went through Checkpoint Charlie to East Berlin and literally went back in time some thirty plus years. Advertising on walls was faded and long out of date. Everything I saw was drab, dreary and depressing. Poverty appeared universal. It was also cold, as you can see with ice on the bonnets.


I have other photos but they are in an album somewhere. These were scanned, hence the streak marks. I have shots of Checkpoint Charlie too as we had to pass through there to get in. I've never put these online before, so thought it was time to share them.

This was one of the albums I was listening to at the time. Street Fighting Years by Simple Minds. It bore the No.1 song Belfast Child. The song Mandela Day pre-empted the release of Mandela two years later. It was a time of change, no doubt.




Famous After Death #5 - The Rambling Guy


Robert Johnson



One of only three verified photographs


The actual life of Robert is somewhat a mystery. For the last six years of his life, he traveled from city to town along America's Mississippi Delta, often changing his name along the way. Even his death, at the young age of 27 in 1938, is open to conjecture, as is the location of his grave.



Robert sung and played the blues, basically on street corners and juke joints. He became famous decades after his death thanks to the skill of his songwriting and guitar playing . In 1936 and 1937, Johnson recorded 29 songs in Texas and that was the extent of his recording career. Eleven 78 records were released during his lifetime. Fortunately the original recordings survive along with multiple takes. It wasn't until a compilation reissue was released in 1961 did his fame take hold.








We've all heard the story, that Johnson made a pact with the devil to secure his fame, apparently documented in the song Crossroads. It's certainly central to the Johnson mythology, of which there is much discussion.


You may be aware of the 1986 movie Crossroads, based on a search for Johnson's missing 30th song. The film wasn't a hit, but Ry Cooder's soundtrack was.









The reality of Johnson's life is that he was a poor black man in thirties American South. Fate dealt a tough hand from the outset. He also had a reputation as a womaniser. He fathered a child with one woman and married another, Caletta. She died in childbirth and he hit the road again. His early demise is a mystery. Some say syphilis. There is also a real possibility that he was murdered, perhaps by fraternising with the wrong woman.




We do know that Robert was a blues itinerant, a travelling man, a rambling man. He had talent and gave the world 29 songs. There's much more to the story, open to debate, more than can be covered here. I suggest you do your own digging. What we can be certain of, it that others have been profiting from his music and legend, long after he left this earth.


Official site




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