between 1873, when he became prodigiously pubic, and his long-overdue murder in  1980,  dr j.t. harramas considered himself to be possessed of poetic talents that were at least the equal of those of blake or byron.

 

he was, of course, wrong.

 

however, although few examples of his 'craft' have survived, the spiritual power, verbal viscosity and amoral incredulity of those that did are remarkably potent.

 

below is a selection of his most moving and edifying verse.

 

astronomy, indian cuisine and actors

sitting at my desk with leftovers

saag aloo, chicken rogan, lukewarm naan

looking out the window for supernovas

but seeing only a comet.

and james caan.

 

by JT Harramas, 1922

 

 

Ants

last night

I drank ants

by mistake

and it didn't do me no harm.

but if ants drank me

tomorrow

or the day after

it would probably hurt.

 

- J.T. Harramas, 1907

 

 

Business

To rewrite Shakespeare in binary code,

And wander freely by mapping a road.

Judge the work of Picasso by weight and size,

And consider all fiction to be merely lies.

 

- Harramas, 1961

 

 

Giant Fish Poem

 

(Poorly rhymed by JT Harramas, 1916)

 

I wish...

I wish I was a massive fish

A fish with features quite whaleish

With gills, baleen, blubber, swim bladder

(and eyelashes would make me gladder)

The ocean would be my new home

And through its waves I'd float and roam

With my tattooed flukes I'd smack the waves

And make the sharks and squid my slaves

Until one day a tiny, tiny boat

Would enter my castle (that's really all moat)

They'd cry out loud once they seen me, I'm sure

"That's the biggest fuckin' fish I ever did saw"

They'd harpoon me and spear me and rip me in two

Hack me and slash me and mangle me too

They'd process my flesh and stuff me in a can

They'd ship me to Norway, Belgium and Japan

To be eaten in sandwiches as if I were ham

Then I could finally say "I'm a happy fish-man".

 

 

swimming pool

 

by Harramas, 1932

 

I wish I was a swimming pool,

then I wouldn't be so human...

the fact I have to live and work

just makes me fuckin' fumin'.

 

 

 

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