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Desperate Romantic: My Life as a Stalker (A Lamentably True Story)

Posted in Acts of devotion, Love letters, Observation, Real Men with tags , , , , , , , , on November 23, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle

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3: Fifty-One Jokers and an Ace

Dear Eurydice, Continue reading

Desperate Romantic: My Life as a Stalker (A Lamentably True Story)

Posted in Acts of devotion, Love letters, Observation, Real Men with tags , , , , on November 21, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle

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2: The Best Piece of Art I’ve Seen (By No-One Famous)

The best piece of art I’ve ever seen by no one famous was a dance piece at a TAFE one year, somewhere in the late nineties. I went with my then-girlfriend to watch a young ballet dancer friend of hers doing a solo piece. Continue reading

Desperate Romantic: My Life as a Stalker (A Lamentably True Story)

Posted in Acts of devotion, Love letters, Observation, Real Men with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 20, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle

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“If she’s amazing, she won’t be easy. If she’s easy, she won’t be amazing. If she’s worth it, you won’t give up. If you give up, you’re not worthy. Truth is, everybody’s gonna hurt you; you just have to find the ones worth suffering for.”

– Bob Marley

“Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres…”

– Corinthians, 13: 6-7

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Sometimes it’s best to begin a story at the end. Which, in this case, was in the office of my psychologist. Continue reading

the hair of thy head is one warrior innocent of defeat

Posted in Love letters with tags , on September 18, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle

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thy hair is one kingdom
the king whereof is darkness Continue reading

Thought for the Day

Posted in Love letters, Observation, Real Men, Statement of intention with tags on March 14, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle

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“If she’s amazing, she won’t be easy. If she’s easy, she won’t be amazing. If she’s worth it, you won’t give up. If you give up, you’re not worthy. Truth is, everybody’s going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.”

-Bob Marley, That canny old Rastafarian.

Thanks to Chris Tate for putting me on to this one.

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility

Posted in Love letters, Observation, Real Men, Statement of intention with tags , , , , , on March 12, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle

IMG_0714“She [Heather Locklear] showered me with flowers and I learned to love it. Any guy, I decided, who doesn’t like flowers is insecure about his masculinity.”

– Tommy Lee, The Dirt

The title is taken from the poem ‘somewhere i have never travelled’ by e.e. cummings.

Home-Made Pornography OR, The Girl in the Red Photo and the Trouble She Caused

Posted in Love letters, Pornography, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , on January 30, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle

More than anything else, this piece has gotten me into a lot of trouble. And, I expect,  will continue to do so. Even though it was inspired by one woman, it has come to involve a number of others, none of whom were happy about it. Continue reading

Blood-and-Guts Love Letter

Posted in Love letters, Statement of intention with tags , , , , , , , , on February 8, 2013 by Jarrod Boyle

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“Boxing and bullfighting are elevated above other sports because of the blood that is in them.”

–       Ernest Hemingway (paraphrased from Death in the Afternoon).

 I have posted a few love letters on here over time. I was taken with the idea when I heard about ‘The Love Letters of Great Men’, courtesy of Carrie Bradshaw in ‘Sex and the City’. Let’s face it; we watch for blood. It’s not just ghoulish curiosity; it’s also for catharsis. And if you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you know that I don’t give a fuck about anything that isn’t bloody.

The following is presented for your delectation.     Continue reading

Existential Terror

Posted in Love letters, Observation, Statement of intention with tags , , , , , , , on January 12, 2013 by Jarrod Boyle

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One of the salient experiences of university life was exposure to academics. There was a kind of sadistic glee in some of those first-year lecturers and tutors, somewhat akin to people who enjoy corrupting children; they were going to apply ‘reason’ and ‘education’ to our conditioning and laugh their evil laughs as our bourgeois values fell away from us. As far as they were concerned, God and the Easter Bunny were much the same thing. Continue reading

This Photo is the Lake of This Moment

Posted in Love letters on November 4, 2011 by Jarrod Boyle

SAMSUNGThis photo is the lake of this moment. It elongates and pulls the sinews of my heart across it, so wide I don’t know if they’ll hold and next thing, inexplicably, there’s tears…

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