This is a stream-of-consciousness recording of a real-life experience that began with me falling for a girl on the ferry that sails between Ireland and the UK. She was Irish, living in London; I was Irish, living in Cambridge. After we got back to our respective cities I managed to work out her address and wrote to her. In return, she invited me to a party that she and some friends were holding in St. George's Hospital Medical School at Tooting, a suburb of London. The poem was written immeditately afterwards. Names are real - so if you recognize anyone, or were there at the time, be sure to let me know. :)
Crazy about Jenny
I've been living in the n-th derivative of reality since the party in London where there were Orange People and friendly friendly people friends and of course Jenny Penney traced to Tooting still as irresistible as ever will she marry me Joe the Welsh Greek CM virologist and violinist / Mike the grocer Robert the half-deaf organic gardener cartwheels in the Dunstan Special back in 67 talk till dawn Jill crashed out in the bed these people don't hurt me it's not fair hard floor toss and ponder Jenny in the morning makes toast always going, yesterday ironing chatting saw the rose played Dreams Are Made Of just for me / her poem on the wall too true outdanced outlived blue eyes to drive you crazy can't resist face of love and madcap miaow to the neighbors cat bouncing with Trim the dog Moves in the right circles he said Still the Blackrock background before all Rebel does the washing-up here not at home wouldn't let me help or buy the cream but I helped with the party and they noticed and said so. Won't you dance with your hostess? Might do, she's a hard one to catch evenly spread amongst them all. You're the only one who came she said it's sad You don't mind helping Is that OK? Well done. Will I visit you? You'd be On home ground there she said with characteristic embarrassment at personal remark Do you only talk to girls? He's not on a boat now so he can't. That's a love-story Mike (I know I thought) Hello Jennifer and Shane / Irish Friendly get on well know Derek Doherty and Willy Watson / Shrink the universe to an acorn Reality shudders and disappears and it's bye Keith Paul Jane Jennifer Shane Robert Jill Christine / god I'm so wooden look what Cambridge has done to me was I too negative I didn't mean to sound so bleak what now what now handshake ominously final thank you thank you stand in queue for tickets black grief wells up sorrow look no Jenny God it's getting worse the universe is sick no Jenny on tube drunken Irishman and black women no Jenny numb Liverpool Street sick sordid world without Jenny amen is not worth living wait 1 hour for train back to... what's it called? yes Cambridge - what is it I do? bio- something laboratories and hurt God the pain the pain stop it do something Samaritans poster on platform God if only they knew / numb then pain Room a mess strangled groan half-scream stagger blind and crazy breakdown breakdown should sleep get sleep fool What is this? this is not reality this is something else a substitute yoghurt any yoghurt substitute will do she laughed no Jenny to laugh now I should talk to someone make me sane again will I ever be? Three days spent in a disconnected dimension Space-time of another kitchen / bought Human League Dare for the song wrote letter I love you Hope you don't mind I'm usually quite sane I'll leave it up to you out of my depth I can feel again I don't hate people I'm the old me thank you thank you you've saved me from the living death I can feel emotion Post it now no wait might feel different tomorrow Post it didn't dare. Posted at last knees turn to jelly gut constricts Oh my God what have you done? memory of blue eyes clenches gut... Christ I can't face another goodbye for ever Feel better now a bit less shattered but slept for ages / system restoration begin / Reality reintegration sequence initialize. You are re-entering reality at t minus 20 and counting, do not adjust your mind What day Wednesday God where was I Where am I? crapped up two experiments I was blitzed beyond thought I feel things again Your legacy. Will immortalize you in thesis Dedication along with Marguerite / send you copy God she agreed to type my thesis what on earth Incapable of committing herself to one alone?? a Georgina effect perhaps. She said 24. What a joke but it's true ; she'd pass for 19 doesn't change a thing (does it ?) she still is everything that turns me on Next time I want to be blown into another universe I'll see her / even the picture of the rose shits me doubled up with feeling / the things I do God I'm glad she knows now: have to push for what you want in life she said I know she'll understand God I hope she does. We'll catch up on each other in Australia. Wait for reply. Seconds tick away. Try to get work done Thesis seminar Yes well they're not too important. I can feel again. I love these people who are nice Denise / must see Carol can't express herself neither could I lets try together and fall in love bright new future Hi Kitty Yes it's all working out now At this party in London last weekend it did the trick a girl I met on the boat at Christmas remember how she looked this girl was meant for you do all you can what can I do? - be honest No future without tears Wait for reply.
Being a couple yet free is our next challenge on the evolutionary ladder. This book successfully helps us unravel the myths that block that achievement. It does it with warmth, with readability, and with balance. It recreates everyday problems and
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