Hello my friends, and my foes.
This week, (more specifically Saturday 4th December 2021), marks one year since my book 'The Things They've Never Seen', splattered into the world with triumph and disarray. I assure you, it's as confusing and strange for me, as it is confusing and meaningless for you for my debut published work to tiredly reach it's first anniversary.
'The Things They've Never Seen' will always be incredibly significant to me. It represents a time and a place so strong and raw I can still today feel it's weight sit on my shoulders. Yet, it represents a time and a place which has now sailed away. It serves to present in pages all that was real for me, and was the screaming calling card of absolute capitulation.
It is now exclusively available from my website JDVSWriter.com, and can for this week only, be purchased for the heavily discounted price of £1.50. It is the perfect stocking filler for all who you despise, so I recommend you buy quite a few.
Very limited stocks remain, and the ones that are printed shall be the last.
Nevertheless, a search for a future where all is well continues, with my new release set to crash-land in around six months time. I simply cannot wait. It is everything to me.
I am working incredibly hard for the presentation and formatting to match the quality of the words on the page.
Stick around for more updates, but until then, here is a poem which is to be included in that piece of work....
HAVE YOU YET MET JENNY?
There is something so very strange
About people who are happy
Tell me now with certainty
Have you yet met Jenny?
She is such wonderful company, with her expensive lipstick
And sad heavy eyes, that hang like a beagle’s
She’ll explain to you how
Happiness is for normal people
Normal people
With dreams and ambitions
Haircuts and wishes
And wonky satellite dishes
Have you yet met Jenny?
And told her all about who I am
Teased by my own existence and
The world’s least wanted man
There is no finer therapy than bad singing
I am sure she is the very best there is
Go, go, spread your wings and be free
Watch sadness ripple, as bubbles fizz
Have you yet met Jenny?
As you said so often you would
And told her about who I am
The boy with the crooked back, living in the mud
Last night was the worst of my life
As all my worries and pains were realised
By thrilling colours of moving motorways dreams, where
The compressed pain of a heart is illuminated, and emphasised
I can’t afford to go to the opticians
In case they make me see things clearly
Tell me the future we planned is true, give me some hope
Have you yet met Jenny?
Last night was the worst of my life
As all my worries and pains were realised
In the shape of the legless trauma
That floated above me, in the sky
I heard that, just last week
You had quite the encounter with Jenny
It has come with pain, yet little surprise
To know you never mentioned me
I heard that, just last week
You confessed your love to Jenny
There is something so very strange
About people who are happy.
Thank you for reading. Feedback and shares are appreciated as always.
In comforting fear,
Jacob.