Spotlight: Jay Blount (Ja Blo)

Hi All

It's a perfect day to share the poems of an individual I find highly talented. Today, on the Jimmy Broccoli page and website, it is with great enthusiasm I share the poetry of Jay Blount (Ja Blo).

I'll be honest - the first thing I noticed about Jay (Ja Blo) was his excellent taste in music. He fairly frequently posts links to songs that are - I suspect - ones he enjoys. For weeks I strictly followed his music posts. It is nice to find someone who recognizes (and enjoys) some of the weird, out-of-the-way music I've loved for years.

Then, one day, I stopped long enough to read one of Jay's poems. It was really well written, so I read it again. It would be the first of many poems of Jay's I'd read over the coming months. Although I still applaud Jay for having outstanding musical taste (), I recognize Jay, first and foremost, as an excellent poet.

Several aspects of Jay's poetry set it apart from the writings of other authors but, perhaps most notably, Jay's ability to write in a universal manner is what I find most exceptional. Let me explain. Jay's poetry and narration consistently extend beyond gender, culture and background/race, national identity, age, and many other identifiers we occasionally have to disclose on legal documents. The only thing I "knew" about Ja Blo was the poet's dedication to excellence and writing smart and outstanding verse. And that is all I needed to know. It was only after my first message to Ja Blo I came to know him as Jay A. Blount.

Here is Jay in his own words:

Jay is from the East Midlands in the UK. He has been writing on and off since 1990. His writing is usually dark in nature and is inspired by the actions and inactions of humanity, personal experiences, the horror of the World and the absurdities of life. His writing also contains dry and dark humour. Jay battles the inner demons of Nihilism and anhedonia on a daily basis and finds writing to be a good release. Outside of writing Jay listens to music and comedy, plays darts, reads, and watches film and TV. He is a member of numerous poetry groups on Facebook where he shares his writing, he gets the most pleasure though from reading the work of others.

Here are two poems by Jay Blount (Ja Blo) - and I know you'll enjoy them as much as I do! ______________

Jay A. Blount: “I am honoured to have been picked by Jimmy to feature on his wall and share some of my writing.”

Nourishment

Head rammed in a Xerox machine, yellow molten flesh stream, epiglottis lampshade made in Crete, knuckle sandwiches, a greasy light snack treat

Potato sack arse exhibit, adenoidal whines of the frog within it, gluttony, endless feasts with a sludge flavour, tipping the scales of life in death's favour

Pickled toe in a marble suitcase, a garbage disposal congealed lard chase, fast food moving slowly down the throat drain, creating lacunar infarctions for the stroke brain

Mow a lawn uphill like Sisyphus forever, chew on the compost, eating greens equals clever, the succulence of choking on murky sea water fame, a curse to forever be, nourished by pain ______________

Celluloid

Who pours dripping on a kebab? I'll tell you who, fat dead Nazi on the slab, I bet the crem oven burnt a blaze

Universe burns up like a lit celluloid film endeavour, every single atom and thing gone forever, but it doesn't really matter to be fair, there will be no one around left to care

Women with ovarian cysts, small throated child chokes on Walker's crisps, flavours made for the diabetic, police corruption is endemic

Universe burns up like a lit celluloid film endeavour, every single atom and thing gone forever, but it doesn't really matter to be fair, there will be no one around left to care

Feet bathed in the sap of a manchineel, shoehorn saviour sanding blister crusted heel, a tonsil offering for the loss of elocution, found down the swanny, stalled human evolution

Universe burns up like a lit celluloid film endeavour, every single atom and thing gone forever, but it doesn't really matter to be fair, there will be no one around left to care

A burning black bollock cancer wank, dystopian quackery by the mountebank. How to fix a broken planet 101, solution found in cluttered rhombencephalon

Universe burns up like a lit celluloid film endeavour, every single atom and thing gone forever, but it doesn't really matter to be fair, as there will be no one around left to care

Pictured: Jay Blount.