Mentalelf

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I have 48 stories published in 8 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 14355 times and 24 of my stories have been cherry picked.
4 of my 94 comments have been voted Great Feedback with a total of 5 votes

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I came to love literature through sex and drugs, I was a bit of an educated lout, but I met a girl many years ago 1970's, who I shared speed with and then sex. She was doing Lit at Uni and had a copy of the plague beside her bed, I flicked through it and she said "take it, read it".

I've done both good and bad things during "work". 

That brought me on a journey of discovery that will never end. Writing, reading its magical. It's all there its all we'll need to survive, and aspire by inspire.

I love more modern stuff. Camus, Sartre, Kafka, the Beats especially Ginsberg who's howl gave us Jean Genet by overturning obscenity laws. Kerouak although I preferred Dharma bums to on the road. I love Bob Dylan... his words... Shane Macgowan, Behan and Mangan. Rimbaud, Tom Waits. Sam Hunt from New Zealand. On here I like Rick Gammon... he has stories to tell. I did a philosophy degree which is also a voyage through literature. 

I am in love with Lotte Lenya although I'm one hundred years too late to woo her. She sang of real life and had a passion. I would have worshipped her. Her voice is magic and she exudes sensuality.

https://youtu.be/oZecKsm0Mfw

I'm fascinated by the hedonistic crazy creative life in Weimar Germany before Hitlers Jackboot destroyed it. Kurt Weill's "The Threepenny Opera" is inspiration although my German isn't really good enough I love it anyway. And Lotte was in it.

I've done much with my life, some good some less salubrious, I've travelled and lived and worked in fifty-two different countries, My favourite in the world is Japan where I lived for a year.  I'm originally a Kiwi but you can't tell now, I have a Northern accent and a Kiwi heart. I write quite a bit about some of the beauty and some of the bile I've experienced. I've been to war, seen much death and killing, and I've sat at the feet of the Dalai Lama as he taught me about the beautiful "Heart Sutra". I am an aspiring Buddhist, have been since 1996. I once sat at a teaching from His Holiness the Dalai Lama in New Zealand, after there was Q and A, someone asked His Holiness "what's enlightenment like", he replied "I don't know I'm just a beginner"!

So I've travelled the greatest of violence and the ultimate of peace.

Having said that I lapse and fall into the odd bottle of Jamisons. 

I spent five years working in the Orkney's and Shetlands in every winter, places of great mystery and fire. I saw a ghost there and storm lashed beauty.

I had a son who I loved with all my heart, I lost him to a rare bone cancer at eighteen years of age, he was quite brilliant and would now in his world plan be doing a Doctorate in Medical Research. So I suffer nihilism, which bleeds through what I write sometimes. Oh... I also have PTSD ever since people with big bombs and bullets tried to end me. Hence the "Mental" side of elf. Which means I sometimes write in the grip of a temporary insanity. 

Oh nearly forgot, many of my writings have lines, just one, from a song or poem that has gripped me, It isn't plagiarism its homage and an Easter egg.

My stories

Cherry

Hurricane force twelve

I spent many years at sea, 35 or so. One time we were caught in a force twelve hurricane in the bay of biscay. Our ship was 53.000 tons, but the seas...

Bells o'clock.

Bells o'clock. They ran wild in woods Full of bears And carried bells And pepper spray To keep the bears at bay They knew no fear The road was clear...

Keep reading

Keep reading.. Don’t be the fool. I saw a man who had no teeth. Sneaking round the library, looked like thief. One eye cast to the floor The other,...
Cherry

Always the hands.....

Check the bolt Check the bolt For action Hands slip and slide Mud and sweat Sweat and mud “Alright mate” “Aye” “Alright mate” “Aye” “We’ll be alright...

It's Only Life - A Short Walk Through Panama

Its only life. We walked from a black freighter with a crossbones at its mast und fűnzig canonen. We flowed down the broken street, feet dropping...

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4 of my comments have received 5 Great Feedback votes

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Thank you brother.

Posted on Sat, 06 Mar 2021

I think he would be proud to be a US serviceman. But he would have followed my path into war. I've posted a series of poems about one of my wars. "The Falklands". But he was a peaceful guy and serving wasn't for him, he was destined for Oxford...

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Beautiful

Posted on Mon, 30 Nov 2020

A beautiful soul searching piece, it carries so much love intertwined with the pain, but you reach out to evryone who reads this and offer them love, I can feel it. There is so much reality in this that only a few can truely feel in many ways. ...

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Mines are a horrible weapon.

Posted on Sun, 24 Jan 2021

People badly misunderstand mines. Theyre a psychological weapon, if you stand on one, someone has calculated just the right ammount of charge to take a leg. (Who does that, those calculations? So then a mans screaming, two maybe more friends have...

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Fuck

Posted on Sat, 23 Jan 2021

Thank you, when you write this it has to be at the right moment, as you write, your back, the smells, sounds, cracks of rounds missing your head, remembering you had to remind yourself to breath. The fear and your mates faces. Writing does help,...

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Posted in A muddy f+++++g hill. Falklands Three.