Arthur Seymour John Tessimond

(19 July 1902 - 13 May 1962 / Birkenhead, England)

Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
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Arthur Seymour John Tessimond (Birkenhead, July 19, 1902 - Chelsea, London May 13, 1962) was an English poet.

He went to Charterhouse School, but ran away at age 16. After studying at Liverpool University, he moved to London where he worked in bookshops, and also as a copywriter.

After avoiding military service in World War II, he later discovered he was unfit for service.

An eccentric and an Imagist, Tessimond wrote astute, elegant, urban poetry. He suffered from bipolar disorder, and received electro-convulsive therapy.

He first began to publish in the 1920s in literary magazines. He was to see three volumes of poetry were published during his ... more »

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  • Jaye Tee (7/15/2008 6:20:00 AM)

    I have read an interesting poem called Jamaican Bus Ride by A.S.J. Tessimond, but I did not see it on the list of poems above.

    Jamaican Bus Ride
    The live fowl squatting on the grapefruit and the bananas
    in the basket of the copper-coloured lady
    is gloomy but resigned.
    The four very large baskets on the floor
    are in everybody's way,
    as the conductor points out
    loudly, often, but in vain.

    Two quadroon dandies are disputing
    who is standing on whose feet.

    When we stop,
    a boy vanishes through the door marked ENTRANCE;
    but those entering through the door marked EXIT
    are greatly hindered by the fact that when we started
    there were twenty standing,
    and another ten have somehow inserted themselves
    into invisible crannies
    between dark sweating body and body.

    With the odour of petrol
    both excessive and alarming
    we hurtle hell-for-leather
    between crimson bougainvillea blossom
    and scarlet poinsettia
    and miraculously do not run over
    three goats, seven hens and a donkey
    as we pray
    that the driver has not fortified himself
    at Daisy's Drinking Saloon
    with more than four rums:
    or by the gods of Jamaica
    this day is our last!

    By A.S.J. Tessimond, ENGLAND

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