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Wet Ghost – Chris Wallace-Crabbe

I had a lot of memorabilia recently forwarded to me from Australia. That included newspaper clippings I found interesting. One such clipping is of the poem below called Wet Ghost by Chris Wallace-Crabbe. You’ll have to excuse its state of

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The crooked rocks, waves lapping my legs Must be Mornington, feels like the beach you popped in to say ‘hi’, your echo drew me here To await the ferry which will cast me out Forget those seedy districts, weirdos and

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Charles Bukowski’s Gravestone Epitaph ‘Don’t Try’

Many people have wondered what the gravestone epitaph of the great American counter-culture poet and novelist Charles Bukowski means – ‘Don’t Try.’  I was baffled by this too until I came across this illuminating quote from Bukowski which should substantiate

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