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AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 966
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Wednesday, March 24, 2004 - 1:33 pm: | 
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Digging Up Joe
You there sir, if it is no trouble
I’d like to make use of your shovel
Here you fellow, lend me your spade
So I might enlarge this hole I have made
For at the bottom of this here pit
There might be a trace of Joe’s old spit
Then with Cornballian mirrors and smoke
We’ll analyse and DNA this old bloke
Just in case he once licked an envelope
Or stuck down a stamp with a lick
For we do know Joe liked to spit.
It is said that Joe was a funny old sod
Melancholic due to a diet of rancid cod
And prone to stutter and gross flatulence
A not a bit short on the old common sense
Strange old pipe-smoking nipper
Couldn’t tell his cod from kipper
And just to add to the continuing farce
Couldn’t tell his elbow from his arse
But once I get the buggar out of the ground
A brand new theory I’ll have found
For I’ll fill him with gin
So his story he will begin
And I’ll ply him with strong brandy
As a living suspect he’ll prove handy
Then I’ll soak the old fellow in whisky
Just to get him all fired up and frisky
Put some live voltage wires on his wrist
And give this devil of a story a new twist.
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Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 2250
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Wednesday, March 24, 2004 - 4:16 pm: |
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I'll lend you a shovel right readily
And you can dig long and steadily
But wouldn't the hole be quicker and bigger
If you'd only use a JCB digger?
No half measures - scoop Joe out
And you could even give him a clout
If he isn't extremely nice and placid
About losing his deoxyribonucleic acid.
I'll give you a frogman's suit as well
So you can dive 'neath the tranquil swell
Of fairest Thames
For Druittic gems -
A cricket bat
An old top hat
And a book in Greek
That's sprung a leak.
For pyramid digging I'll you equip
(The pyramids found piled high on a skip)
So you can search for Scotland Yard files
Scattered 'mongst bricks and old roof tiles
By builders slung
The debris among.
If that doesn't work, chuck spade and fork
And pull out the good old SSB cork. |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 968
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, March 25, 2004 - 12:58 pm: |
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Nice reply, Robert.
Liked the way you got those pesky pyramids in there.
The SSB cork is out more than it is in, I'm pleased to report. |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 969
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, March 25, 2004 - 1:43 pm: |
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Kicking Time
I walk through the sweating debris of another life
And in my hand I clutch an unfamiliar knife
Great swaths of cloth unfurl and whirl
Funeral music strikes up and play
Clouds scud quickly across the day
Through these dark corridors of slate grey
Where one moment can forever stay
Until with knife I chase it away
I tread with dread well fed
And fat with feast as I
wrestle and fell the beast
With single thrust
Into crust
Of pie
She die.
The juice drip out
Hot and sticky
She don’t shout
Not even pretty
Not even dead
Just in bed
Full of curtains and doom
Blacked-in in blacked-in room
Every which way smell of death
Cloying, choking on my breath.
I walk through fields of gold
Where carrion crow eat crow
Spit on soil where nothing grow
From spit come blood
From blood come mud
And through these rank corridors I do roam
These dark corridors that form my dark home
Making light to light my way
With nowhere to go anyway
Only to extinguish some great spark
There that glows in the dark
And then move on to next white light
And snuff it out when it burn too bright
And plunge myself into the black
And stab myself in the back
And write my words down
In silent sound
The last rasping of some great wheel
Stamped with fate’s great seal
So do I leave my mark
In this damn dark.
And I offer you no sorrow
For I try to kill tomorrow.
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Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 2253
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, March 25, 2004 - 3:18 pm: |
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Great poem, AP. I liked the relentlessly doom-laden nature of it, and the last six lines were superb.
It's about time I wrote a serious one, so I'll have a think. I can't promise to write anything as black as this, though!
Robert |
Natalie Severn
Chief Inspector
Username: Severn
Post Number: 542
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, March 25, 2004 - 5:05 pm: |
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Quite wonderful I think,AP. I started to understand the urge this sick fellow gets
his "Hell" if you like.Remarkable poem.
Natalie |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 971
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Friday, March 26, 2004 - 1:08 pm: |
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Thank you, my dear two readers!
Here's a one in more jocular mode. |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 972
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Friday, March 26, 2004 - 1:11 pm: |
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The Wars of the Diaries
On the stroke of midnight the protagonists lined up in the park
And as one bravely fired their burning arrows up into the dark
Where for a few seconds the night sky was ablaze
Alight with the bright inferno that they made
But one by one the burning arrows did die
And back to mother Earth did fly
To plunge directly into the ground
And lay quivering without a sound.
But battle had begun with great blast of horn
And limb for limb were the soldiers torn
For the two camps were bitterly opposed
And fought their war with words and prose
Fatal stabbings were common place
Each cut and wound a badge of disgrace.
With dogma, cant and entrenched view
So fought the soldiers without a clue
Keen to prolong the bloody fight
Imagining victory to be within their sight
Another hot cannon to be fired
Another foot soldier expired
So that new world order just begun
Where no soldier walks but all do run
Covered in blood, sweat and all manner gory
But eyes ablaze in new found glory
But finally the call of retreat does sound
And on battle field not a sod can be found
For they have stabbed and cut till all are dead
Just over some old book they once read.
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Caroline Anne Morris
Chief Inspector
Username: Caz
Post Number: 932
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Friday, March 26, 2004 - 2:01 pm: |
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Masterful AP! 
I enjoyed that immensely.
Particularly:
With dogma, cant and entrenched view
So fought the soldiers without a clue
Cheers!
Love,
Caz, alive and unmarked, never had to fight for anything in me life and not about to, and more clues than you could shake a stick at ta very muchly
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Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 2255
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Friday, March 26, 2004 - 2:08 pm: |
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Hi AP
That was a real corker. Extremely funny and satirical. You're on a roll here, AP.
Robert |
Natalie Severn
Chief Inspector
Username: Severn
Post Number: 551
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Friday, March 26, 2004 - 3:21 pm: |
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A fine poem AP with lots of good humour.
Natalie |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 975
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Friday, March 26, 2004 - 5:15 pm: |
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Thanks again people.
Maybe Caz should stop firing her 32 pounder at the massed ranks and come over here and sharpen her knife a bit?
Robert, the only roll I ever get is when I go down the stairs after half a bottle of SSB.
And then the dogs get me. |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 2258
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Saturday, March 27, 2004 - 8:11 am: |
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BOMBSHELL
'88 and Jack appears
Then crouches with fingers stuffed in ears
To wait for the bang
Without a pang
And out there flew that strange hotch-potch
Diary singed and broken watch
All concealed in Eddowes crotch
Plus occasional Bible
To worsen things tribal
Burning misanthropy
With pinch of philanthropy
And whizzing misogyny
Caught by Jack's progeny
Kelly too was loaded
The night she exploded
Rolls of film that looped round necks
Banknote rolls and publishers' cheques
Poems and stories
And memoir glories
Of baffled police
Relaxing in peace
Websites and histories
Fistfights and mysteries
A thousand killers with knives were scattered
A thousand bloody lives pitter-pattered
Around the world
By Jacky hurled
Jack crouched low to watch the fun
Wiped his hands and then was done
Robert
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AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 976
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Saturday, March 27, 2004 - 1:28 pm: |
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Very nice one, Robert.
Enjoyed it immensely, funny but with just the right tinge of sadness and regret that should be associated with such debacle.
Seeing this is running, here's one for you on something like 'The loneliness of the long distant Diary writer' |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 977
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Saturday, March 27, 2004 - 1:32 pm: |
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The Diary Warrior
Although he knew it was not good for his health
He took down the dusty book from the upper shelf
And let the pages glide this way and that
Raising a storm of dust that scared the cat
All those lost words swept past his eyes
But even so he could still pick out the lies
…And so stopped the pages with his sighs.
When he had searched the book for some information
The words had undergone a strange transformation
Where the white spaces between the black
Seemed to spell out the name ‘Jack’
This was a revelation most stunning
For concealed within was the cunning
…And off to publishers he went running.
Linking numbers and empty space
The Warrior had indeed made a case
That something was in this book concealed
And by his efforts would be magically revealed
Then the bank managers would be his friend
And his financial difficulties they would mend
…For publishing dung was an emerging trend.
But poor old Warrior did not read the small print
And signed the contract before he could think
That his reward was to be a paltry one per cent
And then did the Diary Warrior sorely repent
For this is when the old warrior changed camp
And for the opposition became their champ
…spewing forth derision, scorn and cant.
So with trembling hand did he the Diary touch
Although it was not worth that much
It’s personally intrinsic value had cost him dear
And truth be known his hand shook from too much beer
For the never-ending alcohol had cost him much
And with the entire world was he out of touch
…Damn Diabolical Diary had become his crutch.
And if he didn’t put it down the limp would get worse
For every single Diary doth carry the dreaded curse
That truth cannot ever be told
Only sweet little lies unfold
For no man has done what he claim
‘Tis but a device that seeketh fame
…but only those damn publishers gain.
A curse on ‘em
And all that serve ‘em
A curse privately reserved
A curse richly deserved
A curse on the masters and slaves
A curse on the prince of knaves
The curse of Jack and his sharp blades.
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Natalie Severn
Chief Inspector
Username: Severn
Post Number: 559
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Saturday, March 27, 2004 - 6:40 pm: |
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A good feisty moralistic tale AP.A bit of a modern Boewulf type verse.
Natalie |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 2260
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Saturday, March 27, 2004 - 11:32 pm: |
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Loved that, AP. I must confess I'm not really au fait with the twists and turns of the Diary saga (or soap opera?) but I will be once I've read Caz's book! Super poem with a really virulent last verse.
Robert |
Ally
Inspector
Username: Ally
Post Number: 450
Registered: 4-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, March 28, 2004 - 9:49 am: |
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If you want "all" the twists and turns of the Diary saga, you might want to keep reading. The Inside Story leaves out a few details.
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Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 2261
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, March 28, 2004 - 12:23 pm: |
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THE ROAD TO RUIN
I went down to the pub
And tried to avoid the bores
I was eating the terrible grub
When a voice cried out "What's yours?"
And then I made a mistake
In a moment rare and fiery
Instead of a chocolate milk shake
I said I'd have a Diary
"Do something with this", the man said
And as if it was cursed threw it at my head
I read, and I was caught
For I knew I had to have more
Diaries about the Diary were bought
While I slowly slid to the floor
Diaries swam before my eyes
Watches ticked in my ears
Gems of truth were mingled with lies
And laughter was mixed with tears
I had an attack of cholic
And I was a Diaryholic
So now I have the curse
Of the damned Diary infernal
All things for better or worse
I write down in my journal
What I had for supper
And what I had for tea
Each time I drink a cuppa
Each time I go for a pee
Oh for the peace I seek!
My book comes out next week
PS Ally, I'm not getting drawn into that one!
Robert |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 978
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Sunday, March 28, 2004 - 12:24 pm: |
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Thanks Natalie & Robert.
Actually Robert I'm not at all au fait with the diary saga either, however in the great and time honoured tradition of diarists all over the world I just make it up as I go along.
Someone, somewhere will buy the sod, personally I'd rather see the whole debacle buried in a deep hole in the Siberian salt mines, but even there it would probably provoke argument and outrage.
So Ally, 'The Inside Story' is more like 'The Outside Story' then?
I'm really looking forward to the 2005 conference in England and watching one pack slaughtering the other after dinner. I think a special room should be reserved for such literary slaughter and I should be appointed the dread Judge to keep the peace.
I'll bring uncle Charles.
Some of these pro- and anti-diarists are bound to be Catholics.
Then we should have a room reserved for the Joe lot, so that they may stammer or stutter at one another all evening long and come away none the wiser but splattered in spit.
As usual you'll find me at the bar, heavy armed and dangerous...through lifting too many glasses of spiteful alcohol.
Actually if I do attend conference I am bringing the US marines with me - no joke - just in case.
How I'm going to fit them and their fully armed Humby in my canoe I don't know.
Do Humby's float?
Do US marines?
So many questions...
Is the Diary a fake?
Is AP Wolf a fake?
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Natalie Severn
Chief Inspector
Username: Severn
Post Number: 569
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Monday, March 29, 2004 - 11:12 am: |
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Hi AP,I like it here its nice and friendly. Nobody tells you off and you get told wonderful stories about Uncle Charles & co Oh and where is Thomas at the moment?When can we have some more?
Robert you are not to distress yourself about these old diaries-mustnt let it get to you you know.All this shouting about old ink and scratches on watches and people scratching each others eyes out just go to the pool and let it all float away....remember the three C letters
you didnt Cause it;you cant Control it:and you cant Cure it and that should make you feel better.
Your poem though was beautiful!!!
Natalie |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 2264
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Monday, March 29, 2004 - 11:31 am: |
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Thanks Natalie. But me go to the pool? I can't swim!
Robert |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 979
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Monday, March 29, 2004 - 12:30 pm: |
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Yes, Robert, it was a fine poem that highlighted the wholesale prostitution that accompanies such Diary production and dissemination. Jack's crimes were insignificant by comparison.
Thanks Natalie, yes, it is about time I gave young Thomas and uncle Charles an airing... I left them tangled on the floor didn't I?
That will not do.
Must get to it. |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 2265
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Monday, March 29, 2004 - 12:50 pm: |
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Thanks AP. Yes, I would like to see Tom and Uncle Charles have another run-out.
Robert |
Natalie Severn
Chief Inspector
Username: Severn
Post Number: 571
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Monday, March 29, 2004 - 1:24 pm: |
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This sounds good!I shall really be looking forward to reading about Uncle Charles and Thomas and their antics again.Thankyou AP
Natalie |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 980
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Monday, March 29, 2004 - 3:26 pm: |
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Texarcana - Ripperana
I had Polly, Katy and Mary
And Larey
And Mary Jeanne Kelly
And Mary Jeanne Larey
I had MJK
I had BTK
Two police forces came and went
And the bloodhounds lost the scent
And a man got life for a lesser offence
I haven’t killed lately
Well, not since Katy
Sometimes I let slip the mask
So I can set the face to the task
They all say I might be coming back
Some of ‘em even think I might be old Jack
And I might be
As you’ll see
Protected by the Force
And politicians of course
With a relative in high place
You’ll never know my face
Until that is you look in mirror
And catch sight of original sinner
For I’m just you with a gun
The mad butcher on Kingsbury Run.
Bang, bang, Tom-Tom beat his drum…
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Natalie Severn
Chief Inspector
Username: Severn
Post Number: 574
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Monday, March 29, 2004 - 5:11 pm: |
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I like the drum beat AP. I dont know how you produce so much stuff and keep to such artistic standards!
There"s a ring of truth to this too.This Btk killer does appear to have had all Jack"s luck
---so far!Lets hope they catch him!
Natalie |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 2266
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Monday, March 29, 2004 - 5:27 pm: |
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I enjoyed that, AP.
I hadn't looked at the Texarcana or BTK threads, but I just have. Yes, let's hope the police have some success.
Robert |
Caroline Anne Morris
Chief Inspector
Username: Caz
Post Number: 945
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Tuesday, March 30, 2004 - 6:43 am: |
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Hi AP,
Jack’s crimes were insignificant by comparison?
Forgive me, but didn’t Jack cause the diary to be written and the watch to be scratched – one way or t’other?
Anyway, if everyone can tear themselves away from diaries and ticking watches for a few moments, this one’s just for you, AP, and I really hope you like it - although I hope wolves everywhere will appreciate the sentiment. I think Robert and Nat make lovely wolves too, as I hope I will someday.
What Luck for Jack
(or Let the Wolf see the Rabbit)
What luck for Jack that men don’t think,
He gets away, he’s in the pink.
The man who only thought he knew
Helped Jack’s charade to be a Jew.
Jack’s boat can float! Top memo names
The best of three drowned in the Thames.
Littlechild gives little doubt
So (too) tall story lets Jack out.
Trust a right royal free for all
To set Jack free to have a ball.
Is condemning Barnett fair?
Keeps ‘em out of Jacky’s hair.
Hutchinson, the evil bully
Tells a tale that frees Jack fully.
While the outlook stays this sunny,
Jack sure is one happy bunny.
Herding sheep in summer sun,
Smug old Shep sees Rabbit run.
Knows he can control the flock,
Jack Rabbit can’t come back to mock.
All sheepdogs win their sheepdog trials,
Jack Rabbit can’t be seen for miles.
Flock stays happy, loyal and trusting,
Good old Shep’s in charge of thinking.
“No hyena will catch that Jack
And laugh at me behind my back.
So stick with me, ewe won’t be worried,
Life’ll be sweet and never hurried.”
But Shep must never go to sleep
Lest Wolfy comes to tease his sheep:
“You silly sheep, why don’t you know
That Shep must be best dog in show.
He doesn’t really care for ewe,
You don’t need him but he needs you.”
Dog-tired, Shep naps, as pleased as Punch,
Wolf sees his chance, picks lamb for lunch.
Another day over, job done well,
Shep wags tail, hears supper bell.
Juicy bone from farmer’s daughter,
Farmer sends best lambs to slaughter.
And so another day begins,
New lambs to tend, “Good show”, Shep grins.
But time creeps on, sheep start to stray,
The poor old dog has had his day.
The farmer’s hand that used to stroke
Is now on trigger, beyond a joke.
Son of Shep, the morning after,
Deaf to peals of Rabbit laughter.
Young Shep will flaunt his sheepdog crown,
Trust lambs to take it lying down,
But Wolf on prowl in sheep’s attire
Sees Jack-like rabbit caught in briar.
Is it Jack or rabbit kitten?
Matters not if Wolf is smitten.
Bones of contention come and go,
But Wolf crept in and stole the show.
If anyone can catch our Jack
And stop the sheepdogs coming back
To round up sheep with same old story,
Lone Wolf is bound to take the glory.
And if by chance the bunny’s youth
Tells not of old Jack Rabbit truth,
We will be free to have our say,
Another wolf, another day.
The sheepdogs never stood a chance
By leading such a merry dance
But still they cling to their belief
That their beliefs won’t come to grief.
What luck for wolves that sheepdogs think
Jack Rabbit is beyond the brink.
One day the wolf will bring him back,
A trophy by the name of Jack.
Love,
Caz
(Message edited by Caz on March 30, 2004) |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 2267
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Tuesday, March 30, 2004 - 8:55 am: |
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Excellent stuff, Caz. I wish you'd come on this thread more often!
Robert |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 981
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Tuesday, March 30, 2004 - 12:29 pm: |
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Yes, Caz, that was provoking, thoughtful and masterfully constructed from start to finish.
I'm too sober to really take it all in at the moment, so I shall study all the twists and turns later on when in me cups, and then either heap praise or vitriol on you.
All I know when sober, Caz, is that one must be very careful indeed when studying your prose.
I agree with Robert, you should pop over here more often. Wasting your talent with that Dairy, but I bet you look oh so sweet in your Dairy-Maid's bonnet. |
Natalie Severn
Chief Inspector
Username: Severn
Post Number: 578
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Tuesday, March 30, 2004 - 2:35 pm: |
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What a beauty Caz!very intriguing too-like AP I will have to study it carefully later to catch all its meaning!Oh you really should be on this thread more often with a gift like this!
Natalie |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 983
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Tuesday, March 30, 2004 - 3:22 pm: |
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A Reply for Caz
'Tis not always a bad habit
to confuse wolf with rabbit
the wolf smitten
is but rabbit bitten
the slaughter of innocent flock
is but nature's control of stock
and the old wolf wags his tail
and young Jack goes off to jail
for secrets told between friends
often means that the secret ends
for there can be no denial
old Shep's fate is final.
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Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 2270
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Tuesday, March 30, 2004 - 5:16 pm: |
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AP, Caz, hang on, I'll fish out my copy of "Animal Farm"!
Just a pessimistic ditty from me :
Swords into ploughshares beaten?
Perhaps, but what will be eaten?
When lion lies down with lamb
Will they feast on Piggy for ham?
Robert |
Caroline Anne Morris
Chief Inspector
Username: Caz
Post Number: 954
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Wednesday, March 31, 2004 - 5:18 am: |
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Thank you all for your very kind comments.
The whole thing was sparked by a very odd coincidence involving my daughter and Adolf Hitler.
Over the weekend, Little Caz came out with a quote she had just heard while chatting to friends. She found it very profound and thought provoking, and wanted to share it with me. She knows little of what goes on here, and has only got up to page 9 of her mum's book. (Her excuse is that she is busy ploughing through Pride and Prejudice and Lord of The Flies for GCSE, but I certainly wouldn't blame her if she never went back to it.)
Anyway, the quote went something like:
What luck for rulers that men don't think.
I was awestruck and asked her, "Who said that??" And she replied, "Adolf Hitler, apparently."
And there you have it. Proof that my own education is so sorely lacking that I hadn't heard - or absorbed - those words before.
And proof, if anyone needed it, of evil intent. That man knew that he could only get away with what he did while men followed his lead unthinking and unblinking. When the cracks appeared and could no longer be either tolerated or ignored, he was off to his bunker for a therapeutic spot of rest and self-destruction.
Love,
Caz - Truly, Madly, Deeply |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 984
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Wednesday, March 31, 2004 - 12:30 pm: |
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Yes, Caz
and our old chum Adolf liked to be called 'Wolf' by his closest and most secret friends, his favourite alsatian was called 'Wolf', and of course his needle into the sky and arm of humanity was called 'Wolf's Lair'.
Bad Wolf.
'Bad Rabbit' as Tom-Tom would say.
But a great poem, Caz. |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 986
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Wednesday, March 31, 2004 - 3:40 pm: |
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Jack predicts
The vitals are bad
I have studied them
The signs show mad
A time of men
Is in the guts
For the door is open
But it also shuts
A word is spoken
Over dead slut
The innards reek
And of devil speak
A time of killing time
Of murder in rhyme
The time is right
The time is tight
I see death unfold
I see
A black crow
Black death will come
And blood shall run
The guts say twenty
The portents aplenty
There comes a killer anew
The sky tells me he is due
The sky tells me he is here
The sky tells me…
A time of fear.
I smell him on my skin
I wait for him to begin
The chicken tells me north-east
That is where the beast
Will take his feast
Fast food and take-away
Just before summer, in May.
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Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 2273
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Wednesday, March 31, 2004 - 5:03 pm: |
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Very nice indeed, AP. Deceptively simple, but very ominous. I particularly liked the door opening and closing.
I'll have to study my tea leaves!
Robert |
Caroline Anne Morris
Chief Inspector
Username: Caz
Post Number: 958
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, April 01, 2004 - 3:35 am: |
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Hi AP,
Well that’s the point. Adolf badly wanted to be seen as a wolf, like you and me and Nat and Robert, and all those who won’t be ruled by others.
But he never made it past sheepdog status, although he was the best dog in show for a while - until April 30 I believe.
Every sheepdog must have his day, and Adolf’s was far too long. But the wild wolf and his she-wolf mate live on to sing the song.
Like flowers that bloom in the spring tra-la.
Love,
Caz
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AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 988
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, April 01, 2004 - 12:11 pm: |
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Thanks Robert
the inspiration process was relatively simple.
I took a full litre bottle of Tullamore Dew, took the lid off and drank it, eventually finding the tea leaves on the bottom. |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 989
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, April 01, 2004 - 12:34 pm: |
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Yes Caz
The idealistic and romantic notion of being a wolf fighting against the pack is terribly appealing, even Nietzche suffered from this profound condition - he was of course Hitler’s inspiration and mentor - and liked to be called ‘Wolf’ by his closest friends. Thomas Mann was the same.
But the fact of the matter is that the wolf is probably the most socially controlled animal on this planet, and its entire life is dominated by hierarchy and strict social conditioning with almost no room for expression of free will or personal preference.
I suppose what captures the imagination is the image of the ‘Lone Wolf’ who has cut himself off from the norm of society and operates on the fringes at his own free will and personal determination. But that too is a myth, as the ‘Lone Wolf’ has in fact been driven out of the pack by more superior animals, and without the superb hunting skills of the pack the old chap quickly dies of starvation.
The whole thing is a remarkable mythical dilemma really, because Jack himself was what we would call a ‘Lone Wolf’, so for us to aspire to such a role in society seems parlous to say the least. But as is often the case, the Myth is far better than the reality and we like to wear it comfortable.
One thing is for sure, as a ‘Lone Wolf’ Jack could not have survived without the active support of his immediate family - or pack - but eventually they did throw him to the wolves.
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Natalie Severn
Chief Inspector
Username: Severn
Post Number: 591
Registered: 11-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, April 01, 2004 - 2:20 pm: |
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First AP a few words about your poem which is full of magic!Loved it.It has this invocation in it to partake of secret rites-humans/animals/birds
all those in tune with an outside power.I was mesmerised.
An interesting dialogue with Caz.I couldnt follow all of her poem and this discussion helps.I have"nt thought of myself as a wolf though.Having been brought up by a very unconventional mother
surrounded by an otherwise conventional family
my life has been a struggle between conformity and rebellion.Sometimes one side wins sometimes the other.I now try to think everything through before leaping in.
Natalie |
Robert Charles Linford
Assistant Commissioner
Username: Robert
Post Number: 2277
Registered: 3-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, April 01, 2004 - 2:27 pm: |
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Hi AP
Just to say that it was Nietzsche's accursed sister who started the "Nasty Nazi Nietzsche" ball rolling. But it's true that Hitler made use of Nietzsche, Hegel and anyone else he could lay his hands on.
Robert |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 991
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, April 01, 2004 - 4:11 pm: |
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Thanks for your positive words, Natalie.
It is important to allow the 'wolf' out in yourself, this comes through in your lovely art work... even if that concept of the 'wolf' is a false one, it is a valid one in the strange myth of humanity.
It is often pure elation to rebel, but then to conform is sometimes heavenly.
You just feel so good.
It's a rare mixture, like a good scotch. |
AP Wolf
Chief Inspector
Username: Apwolf
Post Number: 992
Registered: 2-2003
| | Posted on Thursday, April 01, 2004 - 4:17 pm: |
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Robert
I'm ashamed to admit that I didn't even know that Nietzche had a sister. If it helps I do know that Byron had a sister. Perhaps they had a similar sordid relationship?
I admire Nietzche for two things only:
He had a 'Z' in his name, and he said: 'When you stare into the black pit beware, for the black pit will stare back into you.'
This I know to my cost.
Didn't Hegel invent the Bagel? |
