Jack Varnell's Writings
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Feb.16.2011
Complete Listing
Art, Photography, The Broadsides Redux Project - Gallery
Culture Sandwich - Dali's Old Men and accompanying video
Finding The Beat - Clairol LA # 7 - God In My Head - In Training
Sick of"em - Dog Collar
Guerilla Pamphlets #7 - Street Time - Cake...Eat
The Literary Burlesque - Coppery Red, White, and Blue
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Poem
Jan.21.2011
Sick Of 'Em ?
White collar. White noise.
Blue collar, bruised.
Dog walker. Dog collar. Dog.
Priests collar. What’s under the halo?
Halo slips, just another collar.
Black fucking turtle neck collar
and a no way beret.
Bongo gimme a beat. Down tempo,
in a downtown beat down.
V-neck, crew neck collar
with a studded collar crew
that got collared,
called the V-necks.
Don’t fucking...
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Jan.21.2011
Finding The Beat
Sometimes He steals away
dressed in clothes
he has owned for years.
Worn down in the common places.
Palm rubbed jeans from thighs to knees.
Proof of exposed anxiety.
He wears socks with holes
on hands and feet,
only going out when it’s cold.
Feet housed by K Swiss
bought fifteen years ago
betray a belief All-Stars were too cliche.
Him, too troubled to not be...
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Poem
Jan.21.2011
Finding The Beat
I have led, and I have been led.
I have read stories designed to hypnotize.
I banged my head against my own invisible wall
and found there is life after the mushroom cloud.
To beat the need is the mouth I feed a fare of mediocrity.
Don’t accuse, or judge me. I have a God in my head,
It is my one remaining false hope, and there is wisdom there.
Your judgment will...
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Jan.21.2011
Finding The Beat
Bukowski wrote of missing the redhead.
I lost one too. Her color came from a bottle. Clairol LA#7. She was perfect. I was a dog from hell.
I lost her the same way. Drank her up. Sucked her dry. My color came from my bottle of melancholia blue.
Though it seemed so long, grieving her for fifteen minutes did not work. The clock is still ticking after years but I...
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Poem
Jan.21.2011
Open Salon
I really don't know what drives my creative flow. Sometimes I must pry and pull the words out, and even then, the results may be nil. Other times, a deluge of cohesive phrases reveal themselves, arriving in a near eloquent manner requiring little proofreading or grammatical review.
I feel that I write, unlike most, about things I know very little about. Most...
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About Jack
Jack Varnell
I am a contemporary prose poet, and writer living in the suburbs of Atlanta, Ga. Usually writing under the pseudonym "The Emotional Orphan", my first chapbook was published in June 2010, through Hello Poetry.
Predominantly an online...
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