Chatterton’s Redress
A Poem by Red Brick Keshner
© 2023 Red Brick Keshner
Author's Note
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Born today, 20 November in 1752, Thomas Chatterton did not live into his 20s, taking his life on 24 August 1770.
His solution to life's dilemma was to drink poison. Having been disappointed and quite strongly disagreeing with his method of addressing his despair together with revisiting a similar plight when I was 15, realise how having failed where he succeeded has meant all the difference exponentially as every year that has accrued. This poem was previously published elsewhere online.
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Red,
You have constructed a most intriguing piece of Poetry here ...
Though, I do not advocate Suicide, that act, itself, is not a sin, but a Life's-Ticket punching act that is irreversible and unalterable as simply a mistake, a poor decision that possesses no PC's System Restore, or Video Game's Reset Button. Once done all is done, and those left behind are forced to deal the the consequences of one's act, one moment of making that life terminating mistake. The result is one's life ended, to see those survivors as friends, family, and loved ones suffer the Tidal Wave's Wake of a cruel Suicide Tsunami (a poetry book of mine written on this very subject as a result of the death of someone I truly cared for exampled by my poem posted on WC titled, Twenty Six She'd Be) that shall reap destruction of grief, remorse, and guilt upon their lives for as long as they shall live ... Not knocking anyone who so chooses to end their life. That's just the true and consequences of how it truthfully is ... Great piece of fine writing!
Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham
Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham
Posted 1 Year Ago
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Red Brick KeshnerBrisbane, West Moreton, Australia
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Perhaps poetry is the only palpitation of my thoughts and experiences. It becomes a commentary, a puppet theatre on what is observable and discernible from the vast expanse of the human condition. Eac.. more..
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