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story stories carl gustav jung cg
joseph campbell archetype hero
hero's journey villain love interest
evil sorrow william anderson face of
glory film movie motion picture
superman gladiator massage
frustration script screenplay super
synopsis father son willow tree
perfect day lost poem of aristotle
tutankhamun tutankhamun's fireball
blunkett tapes optv overseas
property channel music mailer royal
dutch shell work service contact
resources ribbonfarm cyberpunk
educator trickster sigmund freud
orgasm wilhelm reich miles hingston
soundcloud size of the universe
meet the flying cat jorge luis borges
secret miracle stephan hoeller
gnostic gnosticism copywriting
copywriter sales marketing press pr
creative public relations poetry poet
poets pulp fiction thomas aquinas
I really don’t know quite how this poem came to be written,
although I am proud of it.  Back in 1992, when at the tender age of
twenty-one and stuck in my home town of Wellingborough,
Northamptonshire, I reeled from confusion: dead-end job after dead-
end job, no qualifications, no prospects, no ideas for the future.  I
felt trapped.

Like many in a similar situation all I knew was that I didn’t want
‘this’.  So sitting down and sketching out with words an idea (a
prayer, really), and within an hour I came up with it.  Then, tucking it
away, it was nearly forgotten forever.  Only recently and I sensed a
calling, something deep within drawing me back to what I had
written as a youngster, and upon its rediscovery, as with another
poem Reincarnation, the older, supposedly wiser me wept.

It’s easy to brag about a piece, say “I did this, this and this,” and
please feel free to pat me on the back.  And yet, really, if ever I were
to stand up and say, “This is me,” then this is it.
“Frustration” - Poetry reading
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