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| Badger Promotions Links Page | FIRST EDITION, 1998. ON THE SCENT OF UNSENSE. Dearest reader, Thank you for picking up this collection of my recent work, and I sincerely hope you will find something within that effects you in some way. The concept of 'unsense' is sort of a nineties take on the great tradition of nonsense poetry, as demonstrated by Edward Lear, Lewis Carrol, and later the great Spike Milligan. Earlier this year I had the good fortune to come across the works of Edward Lear in a library, and discovered that the most magical poem of my childhood, 'The Jumblies' was contained within. I read the lot, most of it wonderfully illogical and highly suggestive, and I decided it was time that the tradition of nonsense was souped up and continued. Some of the work included here predates this project, but fits into the broader scheme of the collection, so it has been added to the text, however most of it was written between October 97 and December 98, after a promise made in a pub.. The first to be begun was 'Penny's Poem', which was written to my girlfriend Penny when she was away in Stratford Upon Avon being a princess, a whore, and a fornicator (don't ask...) This poem proved strangely prophetic in it's wider theme of the freedom that love should possess, to not try to possess, if you see what I mean... Because of this also included are a series of angst ridden verses, written upon the dread, arrival, and sorrow of us breaking up. I am very happy to add that the story does have a happy ending, and I've a very strong feeling that the poetry actually played a big part in that coming about. In very many ways most of the poetry in this book has been a sort of catalyst and mirror of events in the real world, but most of the time the poems and their imagery came first, and was echoed back at me...Make of that what you will, I'm a little unsure what to think, except that the whole illogic of the nonsense system might contain more unlogic, and most of the time, the world seems pretty illogical to me (I can just picture Ozzy scratching his head now, and saying "Listen, listen listen...What was I thinking?") Anyway, to try to explain anymore would be to give the game away, so I'll bid you good morrow, and slip off into another dimension now, and Good Luck! Kallisti, John Dillinger. |