Philip Jarrett's Blog – January 2013 Archive (7)

hey, cowboy, let me see your face

hey, cowboy, let me see your face

the scar where pain still lingers from

a broken-necked beer bottle brawl

the teeth gone bad and yellowed like old paper

from the chew you cannot swallow

the whiskers like a patch of stiff,…

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Added by Philip Jarrett on January 15, 2013 at 1:12pm — No Comments

A little about the posts I've made and an intro to the last one

Hi, I'm Phil Jarrett, the author and copyright holder of the sequence of poems posted on my blog today.

Someone got me thinking about growing up in poverty in West Virginia so I published the toys you never won growing up in Chespeake, West Virginia on the Kanawha River in the 'Fifties.  and that one led to a poem after the Sego Mine Murders The Ghost of These Dark Hills.  After came the one about my spiritual journey from the hard work and drudgerly…

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Added by Philip Jarrett on January 15, 2013 at 1:06pm — No Comments

the coin that you pay with is one you once tossed

prisoned inside my private world

i watch dust devils dash and swirl

and lift the skirt of a nubile girl

i hear the wind raping the trees

i see the bruised and battered leaves

come crumbling down around her knees…

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Added by Philip Jarrett on January 15, 2013 at 11:12am — No Comments

the ghosts of these dark hills

if i could see the flowers growing

as van gogh once saw flowers grow

then these poems would twist and writhe

upon the page in torment slow

splash and swirl with yellow passion,

hock and spit a madman’s green

vomit blues and blacks…

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Added by Philip Jarrett on January 15, 2013 at 10:00am — No Comments

when green the grass did grow around the fumbles of desire

when green the grass did grow

around the fumbles of desire

i followed my own footprints

up my mountain seeking...higher

looking with my eyes i found

myself too quickly blind

looking past my eyes…

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Added by Philip Jarrett on January 15, 2013 at 10:00am — No Comments

the toys you never won

 

there was chesapeake and i learned to spell the name on the yellow paper and i put my name and chesapeake and west virginia and i wrote them down and that was the name and i was there and living in it and being in it before i knew what it was called by people who were not in it and the noise and i lived above levin’s discount in three rooms with my brother and my mother and my father and he was the one and there was yelling all the…

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Added by Philip Jarrett on January 15, 2013 at 9:56am — No Comments

Introduction to When Green the Grass Did Grow Around the Fumbles of Desire

 

            I am a West Virginian.  My father’s people came from France by way of Scotland to the area around Pinch up the Elk River to settle on a 900 acre tract of land bequeathed to them by the King of England in 1625.  My mother’s grandmother was from the Barker and Lewis families with links to the Melungeon clan who claim to be descendants of the Portuguese who chose to stayed behind when the others left to go home.  …

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Added by Philip Jarrett on January 15, 2013 at 9:35am — No Comments

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