99 words a pop

Freddy Fontēgo

Freddy Fontēgo was a man of few words; he couldn’t finish a sentence.

He sat in his hut at the top of his hill and said “This isn’t right, I need to leave, I’ll head to…” without further ado he left for the market.

            A seedy old man sat seedily on the corner. He offered seeds, promising completion of a sentence at its complete completeness if sat on a sandwich.

“I shall drop this seed on my ham, cheese and…”

Freddy Fontēgo ate the seed, appeared in a classroom, and was taught correct etiquette for the next twelve years.

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Geoff Goodfellow

Born in 1949, Geoff Goodfellow lived with his parents, John and Lois, and his three siblings, Annette, Mark and Brian, in a small house within the inner northern suburbs of Adelaide.

     At 15 years old, Geoff left school and tried his hand at numerous different trades before settling in the building industry. In 1983, on February 1st, Geoff suffered a severe back injury and was forced to retire from early from his job. It was within this retirement that Geoff took up poetry. As he crawled around the floor at home Geoff took comfort in a book of poetry ­– “The collective works of Banjo Patterson”. After some time in bed he finally became well enough to venture to the local library and borrow a wider range of poetry collections. Eventually Geoff attempted his own work. Starting off as boring rhythmic poetry, Geoff’s work eventually took its own route and he developed a signature style of writing.

Geoff finally had his first collection published in 1986 under the name of ‘No Collars No Cuffs’ (it is now in its 9th printing).

     Geoff now works full time touring different Universities, Schools, and Youth academies around the world “performing” his collections. He is also a regular speaker at numerous police academies teaching correct etiquette for use on the field. So far he has toured Cuba, The USA, Canada, The UK, Europe and China, sharing his many poems.

The most recent collection released to date is ‘Punch On Punch Off’, launched in his hometown of Adelaide on September 30th, 2004.

     Early last year (2008), Geoff was diagnosed with cancer. A 250g tuma sat in the left side of his throat and was removed on the 10th of March that year along with the left side of his voice box, just prior to discovering it was a secondary tuma and the primary was yet to be found. It was within his recovery time that he started to brainstorm the ideas of his latest collection which is yet to be released. It includes a poem read on ABC radio “A number of doctors” (later renamed “The seventh doctor) which is ongoing for 12 minutes.

     Goodfellow’s writing technique is raw and his poems ooze informality; this is where I believe his poems become so popular as they relate to their reader. It is this informal phrasing that puts the unique spin on his writing. He writes as if part of a conversation and there is no second party. He continuously rants using first person slang and unusual speech. Each of his poems seems to relate to another and in my opinion this is most effective when used in his collections. His recent work has become argumentative and he strives to write simple yet not simplistic.

 

Don’t Call Me Lad

(From “Bow Tie & Tails”)

 

Don’t call me lad

dad

just don’t call me lad

got more hair on my balls dadthan y’v got

or had

 

i’m eighteen years old man

& i’ll sink or i’ll swim

just don’t call me lad

dad

my name is James

or just Jim

 

& now that i vote dad

my party is green

get away with those flags dad

red & blue are both mean

 

y’ can roll up y’r sleeves dad

& slip on y’r tie

y’ can rant & lay guilt trips

but i’ll spit in y’r eye

 

yeah i grow some plants dad

but i’m keeping it coolf

our’s not a plantation

i’m not such a fool

 

i just can’t find a job dad

year twelve was a waste

two friends have just died dad

too much of a taste

 

yeah i get the dole dad

though it don’t do much good

but don’t call me lad

dad

i’d work if i could

 

now i’m mellowing out man

this home-grown is just wild

so don’t call me lad

dad

i’m no longer a child

 

so don’t call me lad

dad

i’m no longer a child.

 

     Here Geoff shows a rhythmic side to his poetry, he uses his signature first person attack and single party conversation. As you can see there are no responses but a lot of ranting with the slang I mentioned previously. I won’t lie and say I read a ot of poetry but I find Goodfellow’s writing to be incredibly unique not to mention intriguing. He takes into consideration the possible readers rather than the obvious ones – as shown in this poem where he speaks in the body of an 18 year old. He succeeds in this by giving variety in his writing and not sticking to one specific genre of poetry.

     As Geoff Goodfellow still suffers from cancer it is unknown how long he will continue writing and performing his poems – most likely to the day he physically cannot.

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Little Mr.Darcy

So we’ve all heard the story of the swimmer that got plastered, decked a guy, was taken to court, and then dropped from the Olympic swimming squad. That was March of last year (2008).

Well it’s come to my attention that Nick D’Arcy (the accused) has had his sentence suspended by 14 months and 12 days. That’s the day after the World Swimming Championship in July. Upsetting for Darcy as he had planned to compete and was told they would suspend the sentence for a time that would make him able to.

      I am personally unsure how a single punch from a (drunk) 21 year old can cause a 28 year old of a bigger build to fracture their jaw, eye socket, hard palate, cheekbone, and nose. ALL AT ONCE! Nick plead guilty so it must’ve happened.

    Lets face it; it’s quite obvious that Nick D’Arcy is a bogan with metro sexual factors flaring – and Simon Cowley is a great big fluffy rabbit (or something along those lines) who got caught on the other side of an “I’m wasted and I’m gonna smash ya” attitude, but I honestly don’t think it’s necessary to inflict all of these charges against little Mr. D’Arcy. He was charged with “grievous bodily harm” and sent to receive stress, alcohol, and anger management programs not to mention all the extra attention he got. All of this is fine and dandy for the judge but give a guy a break; he’s copped enough crap from everyone – and that includes the public.

    From what I’ve read in the local newspaper (yeah, I read the newspaper, I am officially intellectual) Nick has looked at pressing charges against the board. He apparently went through so much stress throughout the numerous trials and was thrown around over and over again during vital time when he could have been training that he decided to get a few thrown in his favour.

    My opinion: Good on him, he needs a break. This incident happened over a year ago and since then he’s been sitting in a shower of crap that’s been left on “quite hot”; and who wants to be seen on television after you’ve been showering in warm faeces.

    So, now that all of this is over – for now – some questions are left on the table; Will Nick Darcy be harassed over this matter again? Will he have lost most of his supporters? And will Nick Darcy smash Simon Cowley again?

   Only time will tell. So look out people of earth, for the next episode of “Darcy vs Cowley.”

 

Yours Truly,

Tom ‘ND4LYF’ Bomford

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Blog Review

“A farewell to arms” blog review

This blog interested me in particular due to the creator’s quirky style of writing. He uses several different methods within the blog and repeats them throughout. The entire blog is a look into the work he’s done and how he’s turned out since he began writing. I enjoyed how he added a pre-explanatory note at the top of the page mentioning the time at which he joined WordPress letting any new readers know how long he’d been adding to this blog. He then announces it’s his 32nd birthday and that he has come to the conclusion – after 4 years of writing blogs – to end his writing on the site.

The first writing method I picked up on was the ‘double negative’. He uses it twice in the same paragraph – one consecutively after the other.

“I have decided after no small amount of soul-searching that it’s time to graciously step aside”

“Commented upon by a not uninteresting variety of faceless onlookers”

“Though I’m not unhappy with the depth and breadth of current passerby”

The writer also uses numerous metaphors within his blog. These metaphors make the writing seem so much more thought out; like he’s taken a lot of time to word his farewell piece and get it right.

“I have other blog projects at whispering stage”

“I have come across more than a few bad apples”

Figurative speech is another style that plays a role in this piece. The writer uses figurative speech to make the reader relate/understand in more depth what he is describing without actually describing the object.

“I could come off like a slightly hysterical Oscar winner here”

“Folks who have pitched in and made life easier for a technological retard like myself”

 

 The whole piece of writing kept me drawn in – even if it was just because I didn’t understand a word and had to look it up before going “oooohhhh, that’s great”. The writer is appreciative of most of his acquaintances and expresses that in the last few paragraphs. I found it was a great piece of writing to go out on and I’m sure he’s let his regular readers pleased even if some what lost.

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A Dull Blue Colour

A Dull Blue Colour

Dust slapping unprotected toes.

Our feet as cold as the stone
we stand upon.

 

A dull blue colour.

 

Brothers from old, stand in a line.

Overalls splashed with dirt
to reflect the day.

 

A dull blue colour.

 

We watch the cattle cross new tacks.

Smells overwhelming our senses,
grasping our taste.

 

A bone dust colour.

 

Uniform ready, feet together.

Clear skies

the way of the past.

 

A dull blue colour.

 

Wrenching noises, the sound of friction.

Modern exhibition

the way of tomorrow.

 

A loud red stain.

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They call me Babe.

Welcome to your new blog, Babe.

Thanks, but it doesn’t look like much. Prety average really. What can you do in here?

Well…there’s writing?

Yeah but i’m writing now and to be honest it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.

Um…in that case…there’s chaging your profile page?

GAY! I have trees on my page and well, lets be honest, trees are not THAT green.

well, you’re screwed, Babe.

k. love ya.

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