The Eternal Triangle
By John Hoggett
Key Themes: poetry, homosexuality, abuse, politics, activism, recovery
"These are the writings of a slightly distressed man who never got offered psychiatric drugs but instead found poetry and performance and now publication. This is the better option." - John Hoggett
John Hoggett is a modern beatnik commenting on climate change and child sexual assault. This book is his life and it is also not his life. 'First Book' is a witty collection of poetry and freeform prose tackling subjects such as abuse, homosexuality and political issues such the environment and pacificism. John's life has links to the artistic elite of the country and to homeless drug users. This is an adventurous and experimental work, both in terms of content and form, which will be enjoyed by anybody with a liking for creative writing, left-of-centre politics and writings about life's varied experiences.
About the Author
John Hoggett has lived in Reading for nearly thirty years, has historical links to the artistic elite of the country and is immensely talented. He started out as a young hippy, working on organic farms, cooking bread and getting into the groove (man). John later became an Anarcho-Eco-Activist and was inspirational, in a small way, in the Newbury Anti-bypass campaign of the 1990’s. He mixed this Earth Lover action with a penchant for performing in drag and flirting outrageously with cabaret audiences. His father once tried to strangle his stepmother and John has found his family “difficult.” This makes his writing an interesting mix: personal, piquant, political, smutty in places, and at times lyrical. He grippingly tells the stories that obsess him and enthrals us at the same time. He immodestly once said of himself that he was the mongrel child of Julie Burchill and Quentin Crisp. Dear reader, you decide.
Take me home from this lonely field
And feed me currants.
Make me chocolate cake again,
And I will sit at your feet
On the tiled kitchen floor.
Oh mama bring me home again,
Bring me home.
Incest Survivor Says,
“For F**k’s Sake Why Can’t
You Just Say You Did It
And Have Done With It, Eh?”
OUT OF THE SUPPORT GROUPS AND INTO THE
(Thoughts on the C.R.O.S.S. march - Campaign for the Rights Of Survivors of Sexual Assault - autumn 93)
“Out of the support groups and onto the streets,” this could have many meanings. It could mean, that although we may need somewhere confidential and anonymous to talk and cry and rage about the injustices the world has heaped upon us, maybe there comes a time when we need to let the world know about these injustices and to say, “No more. I will take no more of this shit, we will take no more of it. Stop these injustices, let us fight them together.”
And maybe, “Out of The Support Groups And Into The Streets,” means, that although sometimes we may need small groups of intimate friends with whom we will, behind closed doors, share our pain, maybe on days like these why should we not cry, and shake with the fear, and howl with the pain of the injustices heaped upon us. In the streets, in our hundreds and thousands, together.
Let us heal our own and each others pain and in doing so gather the strength to stand up and say we are survivors of child sexual assault. We have been silent long enough. For I will not bear this burden of shame and guilt any more, it was not mine to bear in the first place.
The Scars And Swipes
Are Not Forever.
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This product was added to our catalog on Saturday 02 February, 2008.