The Trial, Conviction, and Execution of the Murderer John Johnson
John Johnson, from Liverpool, England, was convicted after 20 minutes conference by the Jury. On
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John Johnson son of son of John hanged for his hatchet work.
Johnson, John, son of son of John hanged for his hatchet work.
John Johnson son of son of a grandfather hanged for his hatchet work.
His hatchet work was among the best in the business.
His best work was his hatchet business.
II
After twenty minutes it was his head for which they called.
The passive voice removes responsibility.
After twenty minutes they called for his head.
The jury has decided the active voice is best.
III
Some hinges are terrifying.
John Johnson's hatchet work was killer, but some hinges are truly terrifying.
Verily.
IV
They gathered (like they would some years later at Wrigley) to see just how terrifying two simple hinges can be.
And they all said, "Verily, verily. Terrifyingly true."
V
A wild chant rose up
while he rose up
the crowd rose up:
"Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country!"
And to its aid they came.
Spectacle of spectacles!
Look at how those hinges glint!
VI
There comes a time in every executioner's career that he removes the hood or hopes he isn't shooting blanks.
VII
"Any last words?"
"No"
VIII
But blanks will be shot.
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I would like to think (I would like to
think to you I am thankful I think.
Such thoughts are fruitless; I really ought to forget
all this fruitless thinking.
But perhaps I should have said something. (I would like to think for just a little longer, though.)
XI
Late that evening in
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John Johnson from
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5 comments:
I said this before, but I think this is wonderful, wonderful. The spacing is nice, working tensions between the immediacy of the execution and the overlapping threads of thought occurring together in the moment. i'd say the stevens we've been looking at works in, but in a way that is flattering and respectful. this, we might say, is the tree, now full of blackbirds. or crows, given the context. good, good work, conversely.
(by the way: only five more to go...)
You guys are amazing me. This stuff is so interesting.
This is terrifyingly terrific. I liked your lines about voice and hinges. It is so nicely timed and kind of minimalist in the spacing.
Are there any things that you could tell us here, secretly, that you were thinking about when you were writing, that you might not tell the normal reader who might be lunging forward and wondering about, but doesn't have a way to ask?
brd: I don't understand your question. What do you mean by lunging?
Yes, um-m-m what do I mean by lunging forward. I guess I mean the feeling one gets when you are reading something and you understand almost. You are getting pieces and parts and it is coming together and you are moving toward it, grabbing, grappling for the meaning, but you don't quite have a hold and you need a crutch.
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