tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815203981220831859.post5689735029150091389..comments2024-02-15T23:43:42.179+11:00Comments on poetry & ideas: TIM HEMENSLEY (b,1971-d,2003) ARCHIVEcollectedworkshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10768731698615085925noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815203981220831859.post-34584209313491337002011-05-18T14:24:10.596+10:002011-05-18T14:24:10.596+10:00I never knew him, but he lived with me. We are the...I never knew him, but he lived with me. We are the same age minus 4 days. I too went through the smack, I too was in a band at 15. My Pal's died before their time. Tim Lives... RIP<br /><br />My name is Daniel Hassard and I am researching a book about the early days of growing up, rock n roll & life in general in those days. I have a mind the story will be epic, please feel free to reach me djhassard@gmail.com, I may well be in touch first! There is plenty of art left here, many thanks.Danhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07499580563939255899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815203981220831859.post-88829396671517632732009-08-10T16:03:55.285+10:002009-08-10T16:03:55.285+10:00Just want to thank you Kris for posting Tim's ...Just want to thank you Kris for posting Tim's words. It's almost like hearing his voice again. He's still very loved & very missed.knoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815203981220831859.post-19759833976985406802007-12-10T21:08:00.000+11:002007-12-10T21:08:00.000+11:00I thank you all for remembering Tim. I mean it whe...I thank you all for remembering Tim. I mean it when I say that this is the way in which he lives, this is the way in which his parents & dear friends are sustained.<BR/>"s"'s reference to Wilfred Owen recalls my own analogy between the same two theatres of war. I quote my poem, written for Tim, from a series, Millennium Poems :<BR/><BR/>i.m. O D<BR/><BR/>"Her wall of boys on boys<BR/>and dooms on doom."<BR/>Wilfred Owen, The Kind Ghosts<BR/><BR/>Young world's war. the boys run<BR/>to the front without helmets boots<BR/>or guns. So long as the sun<BR/><BR/>'s on their backs they think it's fun.<BR/>You can't tell brave boys from louts<BR/>when they wear the pained grin<BR/><BR/>of last minute reprieve. Pinned. Doubt<BR/>'s rerouted through fine-spun<BR/>vanity. No glory. Mine-fields scout-<BR/><BR/>ed blindfold. The boys hit out<BR/>when they can't hit up. Silently mourn<BR/>when they can. Heart's tears. Soul's<BR/>drought.<BR/><BR/>31 January-1st February,1999<BR/>[for Tim]collectedworkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10768731698615085925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815203981220831859.post-82851849680393509162007-12-06T01:55:00.000+11:002007-12-06T01:55:00.000+11:00i really want to thank you Kris for putting tim's ...i really want to thank you Kris for putting tim's words online.<BR/><BR/>robert hughes intoduced his tv appreciation of art in the 20th century standing amongst the gravestones of those who died in the first world war. he mused that for all the great works of literature, music and art produced in that century, what more might have been produced by those who lay all around him.<BR/>tim's death was like that of one of those potential genii. senseless, remorseless and gazzetted among many others as smack cut a swathe through the flower of his contemporaries just as effectively as the maxims did in picardy.<BR/><BR/>"Strange friend," I said, "Here is no cause to mourn."<BR/>"None," said the other, "Save the undone years,"<BR/>w.owen 1818Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815203981220831859.post-90019393903701697752007-11-10T00:59:00.000+11:002007-11-10T00:59:00.000+11:00wow. found this online completely at random... i k...wow. found this online completely at random... i knew tim and worshipped his band(s) fom a young age when, ironically, i was well strung out on drugs and tim had no involvement at all in that scene himself. somehow we traded places and i am off the dope while he slid into it. i remember his energy and enthusiasm for all things and what a top bloke he was. never any bullshit or attitude - always a welcoming smile and an invite to wherever he was going, staying or living. i still listen to his music all the time. what a guy... xx quackUrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06796201996675629956noreply@blogger.com