…from the quills of the dead white poets

Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)


Of persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies, wealth, scholarships and the like;

(To me all that those persons have arrived at sinks away from them, except as it results to their bodies and souls,

So that often to me they appear gaunt and naked,

And often to me each one mocks the others, and mocks himself or herself,

And of each one the core of life, namely happiness, is full of rotten excrement of maggots,

And often to me those men and women pass unwittingly the true realities of life, and go toward false realities,

And often to me they are alive after what custom has served them, but nothing more,

And often to me they are sad, hasty, unwaked sonnambules walking the dusk.)

About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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