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John

About Me

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The details of my life are widely known to many. I was born to a Catholic family, but converted to the COE (that is the Church of England for you laymen). I did engage in many a sonnet, though I did also write longer poems and some outstanding sermons which inspired masses of people (lol, masses, get it..lmao). In my younger years I did sometimes fail to be a devout servant of God, but in my old age I came to embrace his love, though some suggest that it was out of fear more than sincerity. Regardless, my pride was certainly my weakness. I attended both Oxford University and Cabrige before Harvard and Yale even had a single stone laid out upon their campuses, and studies law at Lincoln’s Inn at a time when the name Lincoln was not affiliated with that tragic former president of the United States of America (those colonists have no tact when it comes to expressing discontent with their leaders). I did marry a curvy young fox named Anne More and was imprisoned for it and made a living as a lawyer in the years following my release (though lawyers did not make the same extravagant wages that they do today). I was named the dean of St. Paul’s Cathedral where did deliver many a brilliant sermons until I passed on March 31 1631. Ironically I had preached my own death sermon two weeks before, but since I never seemed to be able to stop talking about dying, I guess its not that as spooky as it would have been for one who only broached the subject once. I think Freud would call that the death instinct, but having lived about four centuries before Freud, I’d never heard such terms at the time. Seeing as how my work has been so well received posthumously, I thought I’d put up a myspace and enjoy some of the popularity I did not get indulge my pride while living. I welcome all fan mail and comments, so please do drop by and say hello!Cheers!

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Well, being as how I've lived in heaven I've gotten to meet just about everybody that is worth having to meet, but I guess I would say Jack White and David Hasselhoff. Ooh, and that Jenna Jamison lady, quite the tart, but so beautiful. I hope she takes the lord into her heart before she dies so we two can go a couple of rounds. Hey Jenna, if you are out there, I just want you to know that I have put in a good word for you with the Big Guy! Kisses and Hugs!

My Blog

The Flea

THE FLEA. by John Donne MARK but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is ; It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two blo...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jul 2007 15:25:00 GMT

A Tale of a Citizen and His Wife (Elegy XV)

ELEGY XV. A TALE OF A CITIZEN AND HIS WIFE. by John Donne I SING no harm, good sooth, to any wight, To lord or fool, cuckold, beggar, o...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Jun 2007 04:37:00 GMT

Song

"Catch a falling star"?  I know, so cliché, even in the 17th century, yet I still felt the need to employ it.  This poem may seem a little trite to the literary elitists, but since it has my...
Posted by on Wed, 16 May 2007 07:00:00 GMT

Elegy on his mitress (Elegy XVII)

It was with great bitterness that Petrarch did lose his beloved Laura, and so to did I love a mistress.  As I did write many an elegy for others, so to did I write an elegy for my mistress. ...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Apr 2007 05:36:00 GMT

Holy Sonnet VII

And so it is that my vainity shows through as in this, my 7th holy sonnet, I ask for the ability to ask for forgiveness, my vainity and pride so strong that I am unable to humble myself.  But muc...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 08:20:00 GMT

Pearl Jam Lyric

Gonna save you fucker,....not gonna lose youFeeling cocky and strong,.. can't let you go,...Too important to meToo important to us,... we'd be lost without youBaby, let yourself fall,... I'm right bel...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 04:31:00 GMT

Holy Sonnet XIV

My personal fav!  The paradox of finding freedom through slavery is so brilliant my inferior contemporary John Milton did seek to mimic it in his "classic" epic Paradise Lost, but I accomplish in...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 23:09:00 GMT

A "Holy" Sonnet (for Mel Gibson)

Hello all.  Today I have chosen to share with you all Holy Sonnet number XI.  Ah, one that I am not proud of, but one I shall share to expose my own faults that they might be corrected. ...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 22:58:00 GMT

A Love Separated

A short piece for all my readers, or a love that is forced to be separated for a time.  Long distance relationships were no easier in the Renaissance than they are today.  So it was I had to...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 04:08:00 GMT

LOVERS' INFINITENESS

Yet another poem on the complications of love.  I harken back to my younger years and think of all the time I spent pining over lost love.  But else is there for one to do, for life is defin...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Feb 2007 15:13:00 GMT