Jazzle Dunne

Perspectives Of Love Jazzle Dunne

Jazzle is a natural-born artist. She speaks her soul out loud without window dressing, the beautiful, the rough, the politically incorrect, the admirable. We hide behind stereotypes and others' expectations of us; she can expose herself so craftily, I can spend with her 10 straight hours and still be stunned on how she consumes life. Uncut eroticism, intense passion, each verse you have to pause and picture it, feel it. This is a natural born poet. Unconventional and rebel, as an artist would be. Pleasures of life we all enjoy but most of us feel guilty or withheld about, she sings them loud! She also sings insecurities, solitude. Feelings we carefully swipe under the carpet. Natural heart breaker, proud of her Scottish heritage and street smart qualities, yet magnificently refined, mild-mannered and principled, with no effort. You can feel when the poem is written in agony or cold blood, she doesn't disguise the lines with next morning editing. Poems overflow with seeking of love, love disasters, rough love. And intense relationships, thunderous. Lyrics shout this girl is not the kind to settle down quietly, she is a storm. Who admits to being vulnerable, isolated, unappreciated, wanting to slow down, finally match facial expression to true feeling, cease with the play-act, surrender? Jazz does it for us. Every poem bursts with powerful emotions, the poet shouting them out loud; the reader is in agony to find out: can she simply whisper these emotions to a lover's ear?If the average person's distance between sadness and happiness, love and hate, is 10, Jazz's is 100. Extreme formidable emotions on both ends. If you're too horrified to peek behind the curtains at night, at what's happening in your next-door neighbour's house, you shouldn't read Perspectives of Love. You may discover scare stories happening in your own house that you tactfully dust under the carpet. Artful in escalating from the beaten-down underdog to the climaxing heroine. Please read if you're into love, hate, sadness, horror, fear, hope, climax. If not, you can just read for addictive lust.'Blessing the now, for retribution, not sought in revenge, but repention, for not living without vices, not enough virtue, villainous vanity, self-indulgent slovenly, gargantuan greed, longing lustily'... So tense. George Politis, Reader