Doherty diaries to be published in March

here's a poem:

Warning To Children

Children, if you dare to think
Of the greatness, rareness, muchness
Fewness of this precious only
Endless world in which you say
You live, you think of things like this:
Blocks of slate enclosing dappled
Red and green, enclosing tawny
Yellow nets, enclosing white
And black acres of dominoes,
Where a neat brown paper parcel
Tempts you to untie the string.
In the parcel a small island,
On the island a large tree,
On the tree a husky fruit.
Strip the husk and pare the rind off:
In the kernel you will see
Blocks of slate enclosed by dappled
Red and green, enclosed by tawny
Yellow nets, enclosed by white
And black acres of dominoes,
Where the same brown paper parcel -
Children, leave the string alone!
For who dares undo the parcel
Finds himself at once inside it,
On the island, in the fruit,
Blocks of slate about his head,
Finds himself enclosed by dappled
Green and red, enclosed by yellow
Tawny nets, enclosed by black
And white acres of dominoes,
With the same brown paper parcel
Still untied upon his knee.
And, if he then should dare to think
Of the fewness, muchness, rareness,
Greatness of this endless only
Precious world in which he says
he lives - he then unties the string.

Robert Graves

I read extracts in the Guardian (possibly?) earlier in the year, and they were really readable, and very interesting.

True.

going to be extremely exciting.

Monday - Got up. jacked up
Tuesday - Got up. Smacked up
Wednesday - Got Up ran out of smack, bought more, then jacked up.
Thursday - Got voted coolest Junkie in the world and most influential person that has ever lived. Went home. jacked up.
Friday - burgled my mum
Sat - Checked into rehab
Sun - Checked out. Went home. jacked up. read the nme with my face on the front again. Jacked up.

The End.

p.s. Stay tuned for DOHERTY - THE MOVIE

from when he got banged up for something or other last year. it was like a cockney Kurt Cobain. "cor, the judge slammed his gavel and sent me down!" etc etc etc

I have seen the Albion Room Journals, they are full of the ramblings of a an idiot and polaroid photos of naked girls with fried egg boobs believe you me the only people who will like this are schizophrenics, drug addicts (before their brains are addled) and girls with fried egg boobs.

We have got to stop thinking this man is a genius all we have done is give him a huge ego, so what if he was watching the football so were millions of other people and we wouldn't want to read their inner most thoughts.

Oh and by the way Pete Doherty is a batty!

the diaries they printed in the Guardian were totally ludicrous!

"we get to watch TV in the nick. I saw my bird on an advert today, swinging 'er 'ips selling make-up." etc.

there

They were fucking unreadable. Worst. Handwriting. Ever.

and a pictures of naked girls I wish I could dispell :(

i don't give enough of a shit to copy and paste.