Author Archives: Paul Jacko

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.

Laws for Creations

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)   Laws for Creations, For strong artists and leaders, for fresh broods of teachers and perfect literats for America, For noble savants and coming musicians. All must … Continue reading

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Lost Love

…from the quills of the dead white poets Alfred Tennyson (1809 – 1892) (From “In Memoriam”) I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods; … Continue reading

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The American Rebellion

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) 1776 Before Twas not while England’s sword unsheathed Put half a world to flight, Nor while their new-built cities breathed Secure behind her might; Not while she … Continue reading

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Birds of Passage

…from the quills of the dead white poets Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 – 1882) Black shadows fall From the lindens tall, That lift aloft their massive wall Against the southern sky; And from the realms Of the shadowy elms A … Continue reading

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Konečně je to možná věc

…from the quills of the dead white poets František Gellner (1881 -1914) Konečně je to možná věc, že ještě něčím budu. Do Afriky se vypravím dobývat zlatou rudu. A nebude-li ze mne nic, co tulák bez profese budu se s … Continue reading

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Loneliness

…from the quills of the dead white poets Mikhail Lermontov (1814 – 1841) 1830 It’s Hell for us to draw the fetters Of life in alienation, stiff. All people prefer to share gladness, And nobody – to share grief. As … Continue reading

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“That Time Of Year..”

…from the quills of the dead white poets William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616) (From “Sonnets”, LXXIII) That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against … Continue reading

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Buddha at Kamakura

…from the quills of the dead white poets Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936) 1892 “And there is a Japanese idol at Kamakura” O ye who tread the Narrow Way By Tophet-flare to Judgment Day, Be gentle when “the heathen” pray … Continue reading

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The Seafarer

…from the quills of the dead white poets Marina Tsvetaeva (1892 – 1941) 1923 Rock me down, o starry skiff! My head tired from waves, so stiff! Very long I look for abode, – My head tired from passions, hot: … Continue reading

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You felons on trial in courts

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) You felons on trial in courts, You convicts in prison-cells, you sentenced assassins chain’d and handcuff’d with iron, Who am I too that I am not on … Continue reading

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Domove,domove…

…from the quills of the dead white poets Karel Toman (1877 – 1946) V divokou vřavu světa hlas domova se ozval zádumčivě. Pěšinkou, která nikdy nezaroste vyšel jsem hledat rodný dům. A topoly a lípa šuměly posud nad ztemnělou střechou, … Continue reading

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Beginning my studies

…from the quills of the dead white poets Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892) Beginning my studies the first step pleas’d me so much, The mere fact consciousness, these forms, the power of motion, The least insect or animal, the senses,eyesight … Continue reading

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Elephants gone

P a u l J a c k o Anybody with deeper than pecuniary or culinary interest in animals may be peeved by the increasingly more and more “correct” medial “reporting” (perhaps better described as eco-fabrications), of animals; domesticated, feral, … Continue reading

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Teddy Bear

…from the quills of the dead white poets Robert William Service (1874 – 1958) O Teddy Bear! with your head awry And your comical twisted smile, You rub your eyes – do you wander why You’ve slept such a long, … Continue reading

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Po letech

…from the quills of the dead white poets Ivan Sabinov Děvčátko tichoučké s milýma očima až budeš po letech obracet tento list, až mládí uteče, jak horská bystřina, pak vzpomeň, kdo chtěl dát srdéčku kdysi jíst… Až vlásky zbělají, až … Continue reading

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The Means to attain a Happy Life

…from the quills of the dead white poets Henry Howard (c.1517 -1547) My friend, the things that do attain The happy life be these, I find; The riches left, not got with pain; The fruitful ground, the quiet mind; The … Continue reading

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Demaskovaná láska

…from the quills of the dead white poets František Gellner (1881 -1914) Dobře jsem jedl a dobře jsem pil navečer ve Pšorboji a v noci jsem se nasytil smyslnou láskou tvojí. Tvá malá ramena líbal jsem něžně znova a znova. … Continue reading

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God’s mills

 P a u l J a c k o Some readers ask whether there is any reason for more and more infrequent posting. Yes, there is. We do not like to repeat ourselves, as opposed to the people who are … Continue reading

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To His Love (i)

…from the quills of the dead white poets Edmund Spenser (1552 – 1599) Mark when she smiles with amiable cheer, And tell me whereto can ye liken it: When one each eyelid sweetly do appear An hundred graces as in … Continue reading

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“I Know the Only Truth…”

  …from the quills of the dead white poets Marina Tsvetaeva (1892 – 1941) 1915 I know the only truth! The others – cast aside! There’s no need for the men of Earth to fight with others! Look, there’s the … Continue reading

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