Analysis of A Will Dockery (That Lying Sack of Human Waste)"poem"
Dale Houstman
Almost over,[1]
almost back [2] to Shadowville.[3]
Leaving the land [4] of the sky poets, [5]
rainbow dreamtown. [6]
After all this,
I mumble in my sleep.[7]
After all this,
comes the high tide. [8]
Last spark of beauty,[9]
to steal me for my grim return [10].
Back to Shadowville,
where the women can't be trusted, [11]
they'll make a man do anything. [12]
From fornication to murder. [13]
Even turn him into a pimp.[14]
Almost over,
almost back to Shadowville.
-Will Dockery
......................................................................
[1]
(a) �Now I'm almost over you, I've almost... � �Almost Over You� [Cindy
Richardson-
Walker/Jennifer Kimball]
(b)
�Almost over and yet beneath / A rainbow scaffold�s still a thief�
[�Poemes For Bad Childrene� Francis Yseult-Gardienne]
(c)
An opening that almost screams �not worth reading!. It couldn�t be less
inviting if the poem had been consciously created for a �Worst
Interesting Poetry Opening� contest. Quite a loud thud...
[2]
(a)
�Almost back to my stomach...� [Wrestling Match � Dragongirl Associates
(Lexi)]
(b)�Almost back and nearly over, the dream returns with each tide...�
[�The Infernal Return� Ferdinand de Tresor]
[3]
(a)
�...to bring you back to Shadow Poetry.� � [Agreement Form and Ordering
(Shadows Ink Publications)]
(b)
�There are no shadows in this town, a village of rainbows...� [�What The
Sign In The Crossroad Meant� Eliza Sturn Threshold]
[4]
(a)�I�m leaving the land of Shiraz� � [Hafiz of Shiraz]
(b)
An observant reader might note also the �Sh...� beginning of �Shiraz�
which is possibly a source for that hackneyed �idea� of �Shadowville�.
The same applies to the �s...� in �stomach� which covertly refers to the
beginning of �Shadowville�. �Shadowville� is an intriguingly unoriginal
concept (the sort of thing that occurs naturally to even the dullest
child again and again), and one which can be discovered over and over,
as in the anonyomus folk tune �The Ferry For Shadowtown,� Jonsthan
Rice�s �Shadowtown,� �Lay o' the Land Shadowtown� [� by Ras...@aol.com],
�in Shadowtown, where noir characters abound� [�Black Maria� � Kevin
Young] and particularly intriguing exmaple as it seems to form the basis
for Will�s entire �idea,�Shadowtown� [John Lutz], Shadowville
Productions (a poetry site), �Shadowville� [poetry by Michael Bartalos],
and on and on and on. A stolen concept of no great value, lending to
itself an air of neurotic kleptomania rather than that of an
intelligently planned heist. An idiot�s crime.
(c)
�Leaving the land, to reap my poetry in the sky...� [Anon. Chinese lament]
[5]
(a)
�The Land of the Sky� [Frank Presbrey], �Land of the Big Sky� [common
sobriquet],
(b)
�This land of the sky...� [�His Dream of the Sky-Land� Li Po],
(c)
�from the Land of thje Sky-Blue Water� [popular song attributed to
Charles Wakefield
Cadman,],
(d)
�Asheville: Land of the Sky� [Milton Ready] � another interesting steal,
since
�Asheville� is such a close cousin of �Shadowlville� � a multiple theft
it seems.
(e)
�There is the land of the sky...� [from an anonymous Eskimo poem]...and
on and on and on. Another rather dull yet purloined concept.
(f)
�View Profile: Todd the Sky Poet� [from Poet Sanctuary]
(g)
�Kevin S. Denney "The Blue Sky Poet of Albuquerque"
etc.
[6]
(a)
�Alright, I noticed you're stealing my characters and my Dreamtown idea�
[Letdragon, deviantart forum],
(b)
�the rainbows that sheltered dreamtown in its shadows� [�High Tide For
Trusting Women,� Matthew Brenner]
(c)
The number of times �rainbow� and either �dreamtown� or variations
thereof appear in the same text is staggering. Ont thinks a better
robbery might have been planned.
[7]
(a)
�...even if the words I mumble in my sleep...� [personal quotes,
deviantart formu: from the same site as the stolen �dreamtown�],
(b)
�...while I mumble in my sleep...� [Smileandlove, storywrite],
(c)
�maybe I mumble in my sleep / because some things are better left
unsaid...� [Mubmie, Joe Tower]
[8]
(a)
�...there comes the high tide in the river...� [�Song of Radha, the
Milkmaid, Naasatya].
(b)
Many many poems use the exact words �high tide� so it is impossible to
determine precisely which poem Will�s was stolen from here, or if he was
just channeling the dullest writer he could imagine, but either way,
this is not an original line.
[9]
(a)
�Bright spark of beauty� [�sonnet Found In Laura�s Tomb� � Petrarch]
(b)
�To fix one spark of beauty�s...� [Lord Byron]
(c)
�Mystical spark of beauty...� [Anaisanais]
(d)
�This last spark of beauty�s argument, a grim return of shadows�
[Augustus the Younger]
(e)
�What lasting spark is pimp to dreams?� [Thomas Gagnold Steirs]
[10]
(a)
�...when a protector is needed, the Grim returns...� [�The Requiem of
Sirius Black, Alastor Moody]
(b)
�The Fosse Grim Returns to Water� [same, Palantalid]
(c)
�...ten slaves, the grim returns of malformed business, murder and
fornication.� [Trade Pact, 1843]
[11]
(a)
�We women can't be trusted. We are as creepy and shallow as can be.�
[Roberteins]
(b)
�Untrusted women, beauties in their shadows.� [�The Root of All
Constraint Undone� Robert Tallison]
(c)
�...if women can�t be trusted, then are our dreams like shadow
villages?� [�For Your Debating Society,� Oliver Vogelstock
(d)
�When and where untrusted women, rainbows of fornication.� [�Shadow
Nations� Anon]
[12]
(a)
�...for you can make a man do anything if you only give your mind to
it... [�The Bristol Bowl� Edith Nesbit]
(b)
�The liquor that Sterret sells, by thunder ! / Would make a man do
anything,� [�Brand New Ballads� Charles G. Leland
(c)
�Save me, she's so hungry
Make a man do anything
I know, she gets hungry�
[�Miracle Child� Uriah Heep]
(d)
Again. not a phrase that needs to be unduly explored to comprehend fully
its essentially �stolen� character, since it occurs and recurs endlessly
throughout literature. Another rather trite use of theft skills.
[13]
(a)
�...breaking every conceivable moral law, from fornication to murder.�
[Cephas Ministries essay on Aleister Crowley]
(b)
�...but progressed from one sin to another: from lust to fornication to
murder.� [�The Life of Repentance And Purity� Pope Shenouda III]
(c)
Again, not such an interestingly distinctive phrase so as to distinguish
it (and the poem it lies within) from the general run of insignificant
tripe.
Roughly, and not counting the many �near misses� and variations to be
found, this poem is almost 100 percent �borrowed� � its phrases
occurring in other poems repeatedly, and (strangely enough) always in
superior settings, even when the original author is either an amateur or
even a complete tyro at the art of expression: none of the other texts
that these phrases are �borrowed� from exhibit its same mixture of
linguistic ineptitude and egotistical self-regard. In other words: there
are other inept writers, but most of these will admit � if grudgingly �
that they lack writing ability, and merely �do� poetry to assuage some
personal emotional itch. But the mixture here of almost psychopathic
narcissism and pathological inability approaches being the only unique
feature of the �poetry�.
dmh
Will Dockery
>
> Shadowville
[Opening piece for the song "Last Dream Today": http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GSpYx8sSFP0
]
> Almost over,[1]
> almost back [2] to Shadowville.[3]
> Leaving the land [4] of the sky poets, [5]
> rainbow dreamtown. [6]
> After all this,
> I mumble in my sleep.[7]
> After all this,
> comes the high tide. [8]
> Last spark of beauty,[9]
> to steal me for my grim return [10].
> Back to Shadowville,
> where the women can't be trusted, [11]
> they'll make a man do anything. [12]
> From fornication to murder. [13]
> Even turn him into a pimp.[14]
> Almost over,
> almost back to Shadowville.
>
> -Will Dockery
> ......................................................................
>
> [1]
> (a) “Now I'm almost over you, I've almost... – “Almost Over You” [Cindy
> Richardson-
> Walker/Jennifer Kimball]
> (b)
> “Almost over and yet beneath / A rainbow scaffold’s still a thief”
> [“Poemes For Bad Childrene” Francis Yseult-Gardienne]
> (c)
> An opening that almost screams “not worth reading!. It couldn’t be less
> inviting if the poem had been consciously created for a “Worst
> Interesting Poetry Opening” contest. Quite a loud thud...
>
> [2]
> (a)
> “Almost back to my stomach...’ [Wrestling Match © Dragongirl Associates
> (Lexi)]
> (b)“Almost back and nearly over, the dream returns with each tide...”
> [“The Infernal Return” Ferdinand de Tresor]
>
> [3]
> (a)
> “...to bring you back to Shadow Poetry.” – [Agreement Form and Ordering
> (Shadows Ink Publications)]
> (b)
> “There are no shadows in this town, a village of rainbows...” [“What The
> Sign In The Crossroad Meant” Eliza Sturn Threshold]
>
> [4]
> (a)“I’m leaving the land of Shiraz” – [Hafiz of Shiraz]
> (b)
> An observant reader might note also the “Sh...” beginning of “Shiraz”
> which is possibly a source for that hackneyed “idea” of “Shadowville”.
> The same applies to the “s...” in “stomach” which covertly refers to the
> beginning of “Shadowville”. “Shadowville” is an intriguingly unoriginal
> concept
Coming from such an adamant borrower as you, that means... what?
> as in the anonyomus folk tune “The Ferry For Shadowtown,” Jonsthan
> Rice’s “Shadowtown,” “Lay o' the Land Shadowtown” [© by Ras...@aol.com],
> “in Shadowtown, where noir characters abound” [“Black Maria” – Kevin
> Young] and particularly intriguing exmaple as it seems to form the basis
> for Will’s entire “idea,”Shadowtown” [John Lutz], Shadowville
> Productions (a poetry site), “Shadowville” [poetry by Michael Bartalos],
> and on and on and on. A stolen concept of no great value, lending to
> itself an air of neurotic kleptomania rather than that of an
> intelligently planned heist. An idiot’s crime.
> (c)
> “Leaving the land, to reap my poetry in the sky...” [Anon. Chinese lament]
>
> [5]
> (a)
> “The Land of the Sky” [Frank Presbrey], “Land of the Big Sky” [common
> sobriquet],
> (b)
> “This land of the sky...” [“His Dream of the Sky-Land” Li Po],
> (c)
> “from the Land of thje Sky-Blue Water” [popular song attributed to
> Charles Wakefield
> Cadman,],
> (d)
> “Asheville: Land of the Sky” [Milton Ready] – another interesting steal,
> since
> “Asheville” is such a close cousin of “Shadowlville” – a multiple theft
> it seems.
> (e)
> “There is the land of the sky...” [from an anonymous Eskimo poem]...and
> on and on and on. Another rather dull yet purloined concept.
> (f)
> “View Profile: Todd the Sky Poet” [from Poet Sanctuary]
> (g)
> “Kevin S. Denney "The Blue Sky Poet of Albuquerque"
> etc.
>
> [6]
> (a)
> “Alright, I noticed you're stealing my characters and my Dreamtown idea”
> [Letdragon, deviantart forum],
> (b)
> “the rainbows that sheltered dreamtown in its shadows” [“High Tide For
> Trusting Women,” Matthew Brenner]
> (c)
> The number of times “rainbow” and either “dreamtown” or variations
> thereof appear in the same text is staggering. Ont thinks a better
> robbery might have been planned.
>
> [7]
> (a)
> “...even if the words I mumble in my sleep...” [personal quotes,
> deviantart formu: from the same site as the stolen “dreamtown”],
> (b)
> “...while I mumble in my sleep...” [Smileandlove, storywrite],
> (c)
> “maybe I mumble in my sleep / because some things are better left
> unsaid...’ [Mubmie, Joe Tower]
>
> [8]
> (a)
> ‘...there comes the high tide in the river...’ [“Song of Radha, the
> Milkmaid, Naasatya].
> (b)
> Many many poems use the exact words “high tide” so it is impossible to
> determine precisely which poem Will’s was stolen from here, or if he was
> just channeling the dullest writer he could imagine, but either way,
> this is not an original line.
>
> [9]
> (a)
> “Bright spark of beauty” [“sonnet Found In Laura’s Tomb” – Petrarch]
> (b)
> “To fix one spark of beauty’s...“ [Lord Byron]
> (c)
> “Mystical spark of beauty...” [Anaisanais]
> (d)
> ‘This last spark of beauty’s argument, a grim return of shadows”
> [Augustus the Younger]
> (e)
> “What lasting spark is pimp to dreams?” [Thomas Gagnold Steirs]
>
> [10]
> (a)
> “...when a protector is needed, the Grim returns...” [“The Requiem of
> Sirius Black, Alastor Moody]
> (b)
> “The Fosse Grim Returns to Water” [same, Palantalid]
> (c)
> “...ten slaves, the grim returns of malformed business, murder and
> fornication.” [Trade Pact, 1843]
>
> [11]
> (a)
> “We women can't be trusted. We are as creepy and shallow as can be.”
> [Roberteins]
> (b)
> “Untrusted women, beauties in their shadows.” [“The Root of All
> Constraint Undone” Robert Tallison]
> (c)
> “...if women can’t be trusted, then are our dreams like shadow
> villages?” [“For Your Debating Society,” Oliver Vogelstock
> (d)
> ‘When and where untrusted women, rainbows of fornication.” [“Shadow
> Nations” Anon]
>
> [12]
> (a)
> “...for you can make a man do anything if you only give your mind to
> it... [“The Bristol Bowl” Edith Nesbit]
> (b)
> “The liquor that Sterret sells, by thunder ! / Would make a man do
> anything,” [“Brand New Ballads” Charles G. Leland
> (c)
> “Save me, she's so hungry
> Make a man do anything
> I know, she gets hungry”
> [“Miracle Child” Uriah Heep]
> (d)
> Again. not a phrase that needs to be unduly explored to comprehend fully
> its essentially “stolen” character, since it occurs and recurs endlessly
> throughout literature. Another rather trite use of theft skills.
>
> [13]
> (a)
> “...breaking every conceivable moral law, from fornication to murder.”
> [Cephas Ministries essay on Aleister Crowley]
> (b)
> “...but progressed from one sin to another: from lust to fornication to
> murder.” [“The Life of Repentance And Purity” Pope Shenouda III]
> (c)
> Again, not such an interestingly distinctive phrase so as to distinguish
> it (and the poem it lies within) from the general run of insignificant
> tripe.
>
> Roughly, and not counting the many “near misses” and variations to be
> found, this poem is almost 100 percent “borrowed” –
In which case, since we've repeatedly learned that "it is okay to
steal" - directly, in your case, I suppose you're giving me the thumbs-
up, considering that this is your method on every poem you've claimed
to have written, right?
Hey, Dale Houstman! Thanks for taking the time to comment and
critique... I don't have time to actually read and comment on this,
but will, shortly.
By the way, this poem, "Sahdowville", has been used in recent years as
the opening for "Last Dream Today", which i've linked to at the top of
your review. Also, my new one, "Corning Town", is below, if you have
any comments or critique on that.
--
"Corning Town" by Will Dockery & Brian Mallard (video):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Njes_L9ZDgQ
matt
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the quintessential dockery "i'll get back to you on that" reply
fits beautifully toward this critique...almost like a burp
at the end of a nice cold beer.
this critique demonstrates tireless futility
put to writing. the big question WHO CARES?
we all borrow all the time. dockery's argument is
that houstman is a hypocrite when he accuses
people of "wisps of inept thievery" then fully
admits he picks like a pecking pigeon at other
poems to construct his own.
this has all been hashed out, guys...can we
find another fight theme please..?
matt
Rob Evans
our resident king dumbass squits...
>
> Shadowville
[Opening piece for the song "Last Dream Today":
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GSpYx8sSFP0
]
> Almost over,[1]
> almost back [2] to Shadowville.[3]
> Leaving the land [4] of the sky poets, [5]
> rainbow dreamtown. [6]
> After all this,
> I mumble in my sleep.[7]
> After all this,
> comes the high tide. [8]
> Last spark of beauty,[9]
> to steal me for my grim return [10].
> Back to Shadowville,
> where the women can't be trusted, [11]
> they'll make a man do anything. [12]
> From fornication to murder. [13]
> Even turn him into a pimp.[14]
> Almost over,
> almost back to Shadowville.
>
> -Will Dockery
> ......................................................................
>
> [1]
> (a) �Now I'm almost over you, I've almost... � �Almost Over You� [Cindy
> Richardson-
> Walker/Jennifer Kimball]
> (b)
> �Almost over and yet beneath / A rainbow scaffold�s still a thief�
> [�Poemes For Bad Childrene� Francis Yseult-Gardienne]
> (c)
> An opening that almost screams �not worth reading!. It couldn�t be less
> inviting if the poem had been consciously created for a �Worst
> Interesting Poetry Opening� contest. Quite a loud thud...
>
> [2]
> (a)
> �Almost back to my stomach...� [Wrestling Match � Dragongirl Associates
> (Lexi)]
> (b)�Almost back and nearly over, the dream returns with each tide...�
> [�The Infernal Return� Ferdinand de Tresor]
>
> [3]
> (a)
> �...to bring you back to Shadow Poetry.� � [Agreement Form and Ordering
> (Shadows Ink Publications)]
> (b)
> �There are no shadows in this town, a village of rainbows...� [�What The
> Sign In The Crossroad Meant� Eliza Sturn Threshold]
>
> [4]
> (a)�I�m leaving the land of Shiraz� � [Hafiz of Shiraz]
> (b)
> An observant reader might note also the �Sh...� beginning of �Shiraz�
> which is possibly a source for that hackneyed �idea� of �Shadowville�.
> The same applies to the �s...� in �stomach� which covertly refers to the
> beginning of �Shadowville�. �Shadowville� is an intriguingly unoriginal
> concept
Coming from such an adamant borrower as you, that means... what?
> as in the anonyomus folk tune �The Ferry For Shadowtown,� Jonsthan
> Rice�s �Shadowtown,� �Lay o' the Land Shadowtown� [� by Ras...@aol.com],
> �in Shadowtown, where noir characters abound� [�Black Maria� � Kevin
> Young] and particularly intriguing exmaple as it seems to form the basis
> for Will�s entire �idea,�Shadowtown� [John Lutz], Shadowville
> Productions (a poetry site), �Shadowville� [poetry by Michael Bartalos],
> and on and on and on. A stolen concept of no great value, lending to
> itself an air of neurotic kleptomania rather than that of an
> intelligently planned heist. An idiot�s crime.
> (c)
> �Leaving the land, to reap my poetry in the sky...� [Anon. Chinese lament]
>
> [5]
> (a)
> �The Land of the Sky� [Frank Presbrey], �Land of the Big Sky� [common
> sobriquet],
> (b)
> �This land of the sky...� [�His Dream of the Sky-Land� Li Po],
> (c)
> �from the Land of thje Sky-Blue Water� [popular song attributed to
> Charles Wakefield
> Cadman,],
> (d)
> �Asheville: Land of the Sky� [Milton Ready] � another interesting steal,
> since
> �Asheville� is such a close cousin of �Shadowlville� � a multiple theft
> it seems.
> (e)
> �There is the land of the sky...� [from an anonymous Eskimo poem]...and
> on and on and on. Another rather dull yet purloined concept.
> (f)
> �View Profile: Todd the Sky Poet� [from Poet Sanctuary]
> (g)
> �Kevin S. Denney "The Blue Sky Poet of Albuquerque"
> etc.
>
> [6]
> (a)
> �Alright, I noticed you're stealing my characters and my Dreamtown idea�
> [Letdragon, deviantart forum],
> (b)
> �the rainbows that sheltered dreamtown in its shadows� [�High Tide For
> Trusting Women,� Matthew Brenner]
> (c)
> The number of times �rainbow� and either �dreamtown� or variations
> thereof appear in the same text is staggering. Ont thinks a better
> robbery might have been planned.
>
> [7]
> (a)
> �...even if the words I mumble in my sleep...� [personal quotes,
> deviantart formu: from the same site as the stolen �dreamtown�],
> (b)
> �...while I mumble in my sleep...� [Smileandlove, storywrite],
> (c)
> �maybe I mumble in my sleep / because some things are better left
> unsaid...� [Mubmie, Joe Tower]
>
> [8]
> (a)
> �...there comes the high tide in the river...� [�Song of Radha, the
> Milkmaid, Naasatya].
> (b)
> Many many poems use the exact words �high tide� so it is impossible to
> determine precisely which poem Will�s was stolen from here, or if he was
> just channeling the dullest writer he could imagine, but either way,
> this is not an original line.
>
> [9]
> (a)
> �Bright spark of beauty� [�sonnet Found In Laura�s Tomb� � Petrarch]
> (b)
> �To fix one spark of beauty�s...� [Lord Byron]
> (c)
> �Mystical spark of beauty...� [Anaisanais]
> (d)
> �This last spark of beauty�s argument, a grim return of shadows�
> [Augustus the Younger]
> (e)
> �What lasting spark is pimp to dreams?� [Thomas Gagnold Steirs]
>
> [10]
> (a)
> �...when a protector is needed, the Grim returns...� [�The Requiem of
> Sirius Black, Alastor Moody]
> (b)
> �The Fosse Grim Returns to Water� [same, Palantalid]
> (c)
> �...ten slaves, the grim returns of malformed business, murder and
> fornication.� [Trade Pact, 1843]
>
> [11]
> (a)
> �We women can't be trusted. We are as creepy and shallow as can be.�
> [Roberteins]
> (b)
> �Untrusted women, beauties in their shadows.� [�The Root of All
> Constraint Undone� Robert Tallison]
> (c)
> �...if women can�t be trusted, then are our dreams like shadow
> villages?� [�For Your Debating Society,� Oliver Vogelstock
> (d)
> �When and where untrusted women, rainbows of fornication.� [�Shadow
> Nations� Anon]
>
> [12]
> (a)
> �...for you can make a man do anything if you only give your mind to
> it... [�The Bristol Bowl� Edith Nesbit]
> (b)
> �The liquor that Sterret sells, by thunder ! / Would make a man do
> anything,� [�Brand New Ballads� Charles G. Leland
> (c)
> �Save me, she's so hungry
> Make a man do anything
> I know, she gets hungry�
> [�Miracle Child� Uriah Heep]
> (d)
> Again. not a phrase that needs to be unduly explored to comprehend fully
> its essentially �stolen� character, since it occurs and recurs endlessly
> throughout literature. Another rather trite use of theft skills.
>
> [13]
> (a)
> �...breaking every conceivable moral law, from fornication to murder.�
> [Cephas Ministries essay on Aleister Crowley]
> (b)
> �...but progressed from one sin to another: from lust to fornication to
> murder.� [�The Life of Repentance And Purity� Pope Shenouda III]
> (c)
> Again, not such an interestingly distinctive phrase so as to distinguish
> it (and the poem it lies within) from the general run of insignificant
> tripe.
>
> Roughly, and not counting the many �near misses� and variations to be
> found, this poem is almost 100 percent �borrowed� �
In which case, since we've repeatedly learned that "it is okay to
steal" - directly, in your case, I suppose you're giving me the thumbs-
up,
for having stolen more than anyone and presumably for years?
Hey, Dale Houstman! Thanks for taking the time to comment
that, using your own previous ignorant arguments about stealing (but with
the added insult of actually doing some research), he has demonstrated that
you are the biggest thief around. Your only contribution seems to be that
you recycle previously competent lines as unspeakable shit.
Rob
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Will Dockery
>Will Dockery wrote:
>
> > Shadowville
>
> [Opening piece for the song "Last Dream Today":http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GSpYx8sSFP0
> ]
>
> > Almost over,[1]
> > almost back [2] to Shadowville.[3]
> > Leaving the land [4] of the sky poets, [5]
> > rainbow dreamtown. [6]
> > After all this,
> > I mumble in my sleep.[7]
> > After all this,
> > comes the high tide. [8]
> > Last spark of beauty,[9]
> > to steal me for my grim return [10].
> > Back to Shadowville,
> > where the women can't be trusted, [11]
> > they'll make a man do anything. [12]
> > From fornication to murder. [13]
> > Even turn him into a pimp.[14]
> > Almost over,
> > almost back to Shadowville.
>
> > -Will Dockery
> > ......................................................................
>
> > [1]
> > Richardson-
> > Walker/Jennifer Kimball]
> > (b)
> > “Almost over and yet beneath / A rainbow scaffold’s still a thief”
> > [“Poemes For Bad Childrene” Francis Yseult-Gardienne]
>
> > (a)
> > “Almost back to my stomach...’ [Wrestling Match © Dragongirl Associates
> > (Lexi)]
> > [“The Infernal Return” Ferdinand de Tresor]
>
> > [3]
> > (a)
> > “...to bring you back to Shadow Poetry.” – [Agreement Form and Ordering
> > (Shadows Ink Publications)]
> > (b)
> > “There are no shadows in this town, a village of rainbows...” [“What The
> > Sign In The Crossroad Meant” Eliza Sturn Threshold]
>
> > [4]
> > (b)
> > An observant reader might note also the “Sh...” beginning of “Shiraz”
> > which is possibly a source for that hackneyed “idea” of “Shadowville”.
> > The same applies to the “s...” in “stomach” which covertly refers to the
> > beginning of “Shadowville”. “Shadowville” is an intriguingly unoriginal
> > concept
>
> Coming from such an adamant borrower as you, that means... what?
>
> > Rice’s “Shadowtown,” “Lay o' the Land Shadowtown” [© by Ras...@aol.com],
> > Young] and particularly intriguing exmaple as it seems to form the basis
> > Productions (a poetry site), “Shadowville” [poetry by Michael Bartalos],
> > and on and on and on.
> > “Leaving the land, to reap my poetry in the sky...” [Anon. Chinese lament]
>
> > [5]
> > (a)
> > “The Land of the Sky” [Frank Presbrey], “Land of the Big Sky” [common
> > sobriquet],
> > (b)
> > “This land of the sky...” [“His Dream of the Sky-Land” Li Po],
> > (c)
> > Charles Wakefield
> > Cadman,],
> > (d)
> > since
> > it seems.
> > (e)
> > “There is the land of the sky...” [from an anonymous Eskimo poem]...and
> > on and on and on. Another rather dull yet purloined concept.
> > (f)
> > (g)
> > etc.
>
> > [6]
> > (a)
> > “Alright, I noticed you're stealing my characters and my Dreamtown idea”
> > [Letdragon, deviantart forum],
> > (b)
> > (c)
> > The number of times “rainbow” and either “dreamtown” or variations
> > thereof appear in the same text is staggering.
>
> > (a)
> > “...even if the words I mumble in my sleep...” [personal quotes,
> > deviantart formu: from the same site as the stolen “dreamtown”],
> > (b)
> > “...while I mumble in my sleep...” [Smileandlove, storywrite],
> > (c)
> > unsaid...’ [Mubmie, Joe Tower]
>
> > [8]
> > (a)
> > ‘...there comes the high tide in the river...’ [“Song of Radha, the
> > Milkmaid, Naasatya].
> > (b)
> > Many many poems use the exact words “high tide”
>
> > [9]
> > (a)
> > “Bright spark of beauty” [“sonnet Found In Laura’s Tomb” – Petrarch]
> > (b)
> > “To fix one spark of beauty’s...“ [Lord Byron]
> > (c)
> > “Mystical spark of beauty...” [Anaisanais]
> > (d)
> > ‘This last spark of beauty’s argument, a grim return of shadows”
> > [Augustus the Younger]
> > (e)
>
> > [10]
> > (a)
> > “...when a protector is needed, the Grim returns...” [“The Requiem of
> > Sirius Black, Alastor Moody]
> > (b)
> > (c)
> > “...ten slaves, the grim returns of malformed business, murder and
> > fornication.” [Trade Pact, 1843]
>
> > [11]
> > (a)
> > “We women can't be trusted. We are as creepy and shallow as can be.”
> > [Roberteins]
> > (b)
> > “Untrusted women, beauties in their shadows.” [“The Root of All
> > Constraint Undone” Robert Tallison]
> > (c)
> > “...if women can’t be trusted, then are our dreams like shadow
> > villages?” [“For Your Debating Society,” Oliver Vogelstock
> > (d)
> > ‘When and where untrusted women, rainbows of fornication.” [“Shadow
> > Nations” Anon]
>
> > [12]
> > (a)
> > “...for you can make a man do anything if you only give your mind to
> > it... [“The Bristol Bowl” Edith Nesbit]
> > (b)
> > “The liquor that Sterret sells, by thunder ! / Would make a man do
> > anything,” [“Brand New Ballads” Charles G. Leland
> > (c)
> > Make a man do anything
> > [“Miracle Child” Uriah Heep]
>
> > (a)
> > “...breaking every conceivable moral law, from fornication to murder.”
> > [Cephas Ministries essay on Aleister Crowley]
> > (b)
> > murder.” [“The Life of Repentance And Purity” Pope Shenouda III]
> > (c)
>
> steal" - directly, in your case, I suppose you're giving me the thumbs-
> up,
>
> for having stolen more than anyone and presumably for years?
>
> Hey, Dale Houstman! Thanks for taking the time to comment
>
Still haven't seen me use the Houstman method of taking an entire half
of another poet's poem to generate one he claimed to be written solely
by him, though, have you, Mushmouth?
> the added insult of actually doing some research),
All the research that was needed in showing that Dale Houstman
borrowed half of Alacrity Stone's poem to generate his own, while
claiming it to be his own original work, was to place the two poems
side-by-side, Mushmouth. Big difference here, which you're too much of
a gunkbrained old fool to understand, so you're excused, now.
> he has demonstrated that
> you are the biggest thief around.
No, Mushmouth, what it demonstrates is that you didn't get the joke.
Since I've never even read the vast majority of the work Dale cited,
there's no way in Hell I "stole" anything... my work is completely
original, and the fact that there's some slight similarities in my
poem to the other stuff Houstman cited is just a coincidence.
Meanwhile, Dale Houstman has admitted, and been shown to borrow as
much as half a poem to generate the poetry he then signs as his own.
He also doesn't use well known poets to borrow from, but rather
obscure Usenet poets and the like, the most well known example being
the Alacrity Stone poem he gutted the keywords from and generated his
version, which he signed without credit to AS.
Will Dockery
> Dale Houstman <d...@skypoint.com> wrote:
Full version, now titled "Last Dream Today", available on video at:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GSpYx8sSFP0
> Shadowville
>
> > Almost over,[1]
> > almost back [2] to Shadowville.[3]
> > Leaving the land [4] of the sky poets, [5]
> > rainbow dreamtown. [6]
> > After all this,
> > I mumble in my sleep.[7]
> > After all this,
> > comes the high tide. [8]
> > Last spark of beauty,[9]
> > to steal me for my grim return [10].
> > Back to Shadowville,
> > where the women can't be trusted, [11]
> > they'll make a man do anything. [12]
> > From fornication to murder. [13]
> > Even turn him into a pimp.[14]
> > Almost over,
> > almost back to Shadowville.
>
> > -Will Dockery
> > ......................................................................
>
> <snip>
>
> > Roughly, and not counting the many “near misses” and variations to be
> > found, this poem is almost 100 percent “borrowed” – its phrases
> > occurring in other poems repeatedly
>
> and occurring throughout popular culture as well. There’s nothing new
> or original in the poem
Thanks for reading and commenting, Cythera.
Will Dockery
>Will Dockery wrote:
> original to you.
True enough, I suppose... thanks, again.
--
"Corning Town": Words & Vocal by Will Dockery Music & Guitar by Brian
Mallard ©2009
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Njes_L9ZDgQ
Dale Houstman
> On Aug 1, 1:44 pm, Dale Houstman <d...@skypoint.com> wrote:
>> Shadowville
>>
>> Almost over,[1]
>> almost back [2] to Shadowville.[3]
>> Leaving the land [4] of the sky poets, [5]
>> rainbow dreamtown. [6]
>> After all this,
>> I mumble in my sleep.[7]
>> After all this,
>> comes the high tide. [8]
>> Last spark of beauty,[9]
>> to steal me for my grim return [10].
>> Back to Shadowville,
>> where the women can't be trusted, [11]
>> they'll make a man do anything. [12]
>> From fornication to murder. [13]
>> Even turn him into a pimp.[14]
>> Almost over,
>> almost back to Shadowville.
>>
>> -Will Dockery
>> ......................................................................
>>
>> Roughly, and not counting the many �near misses� and variations to be
>> found, this poem is almost 100 percent �borrowed� � its phrases
>>
> or original in the poem, though maybe in writing it he found something
> new and original to him.
> Brilliant research, Dale.
Hours and hours bent over dark and obscured tomes in the belly of the
Athaeneum Majorum. Then, come the arrival of Eos, a gamboling herd of
May babies awakened me, and Emily brought me Jesus Juice...
dmh
George Dance
> On Aug 1, 4:44 pm, Dale Houstman <d...@skypoint.com> wrote:
>
Excuse the top-posted bit here, but I wanted to comment on the link. I
hate this you tube -- it sounds like the pickup's down in the audience
somewhere, and all you can hear is them. For the same reason, I hate
the You Tube video for "Truck Stop Woman" (which looks and sounds like
it was filmed at the same event); I'd strongly urge you to replace the
sound tracks on both those (even if they don't perfectly sync up with
the videos), especially TSW now that you have a good recording and
it's getting play on internet radio. That's far more important than
anything that goes on in this thread.
Since the subject of "stealing" gets mentioned several times, I'm
interested in knowing if Dale bothered to ask permission from you
before he posted this poem? It's obvious you don't object, but of
course that's not what I'm asking.
> By the way, this poem, "Shadowville", has been used in recent years as
> the opening for "Last Dream Today", which i've linked to at the top of
> your review.
That's probably the best place for it. As a performance piece, the
fact that it repeats familiar motifs and such is all things considered
a plus -- there's no text for the audience to puzzle over, they have
to "get it" in one shot -- and as a song intro it's supported: it
doesn't have to stand on its own as written text, the way Houstman is
using it.
> Also, my new one, "Corning Town", is below, if you have
> any comments or critique on that.
>
> --
> "Corning Town" by Will Dockery & Brian Mallard (video):http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Njes_L9ZDgQ
I may comment on that one later, but one quick comment is that it also
works better as part of a song than as a written text as well. You
know I've argued that song lyrics can be poetry, but I'd also argue
that not all of them are or even should be. For instance, "Stand by
Your Man" is in no way poetry, even though it's great art in its own
way (Tammy singing those words are arguably the most beautiful four-
note combination I've ever heard, right up there with the opening of
Beethoven's 5th.) Some lyrics are poetry -- some aren't -- and that's
something that's decided on a case-by-case basis, as I've said
before.
Will Dockery
>Will Dockery wrote:
>
> >> Shadowville
>
> >> Almost over,[1]
> >> almost back [2] to Shadowville.[3]
> >> Leaving the land [4] of the sky poets, [5]
> >> rainbow dreamtown. [6]
> >> After all this,
> >> I mumble in my sleep.[7]
> >> After all this,
> >> comes the high tide. [8]
> >> Last spark of beauty,[9]
> >> to steal me for my grim return [10].
> >> Back to Shadowville,
> >> where the women can't be trusted, [11]
> >> they'll make a man do anything. [12]
> >> From fornication to murder. [13]
> >> Even turn him into a pimp.[14]
> >> Almost over,
> >> almost back to Shadowville.
>
> >> -Will Dockery
>
> Athaeneum Majorum. Then, come the arrival of Eos, a gamboling herd of
> May babies awakened me, and Emily brought me Jesus Juice...
Thanks for reading and commenting, Dale.
--
"She Sleeps Tight" by Will Dockery & Brian Mallard (video):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU
Will Dockery
> > > (a)
> > > “Almost back to my stomach...’ [Wrestling Match © Dragongirl Associates
> > > (Lexi)]
> > > (b)“Almost back and nearly over, the dream returns with each tide...”
> > > [“The Infernal Return” Ferdinand de Tresor]
>
> > > [3]
> > > (a)
> > > “...to bring you back to Shadow Poetry.” – [Agreement Form and Ordering
> > > (Shadows Ink Publications)]
> > > (b)
> > > “There are no shadows in this town, a village of rainbows...” [“What The
> > > Sign In The Crossroad Meant” Eliza Sturn Threshold]
>
> > > [4]
> > > (a)“I’m leaving the land of Shiraz” – [Hafiz of Shiraz]
> > > (b)
> > > An observant reader might note also the “Sh...” beginning of “Shiraz”
> > > which is possibly a source for that hackneyed “idea” of “Shadowville”.
> > > The same applies to the “s...” in “stomach” which covertly refers to the
> > > beginning of “Shadowville”.
>
> > > (a)
> > > “...breaking every conceivable moral law, from fornication to murder.”
> > > [Cephas Ministries essay on Aleister Crowley]
> > > (b)
> > > “...but progressed from one sin to another: from lust to fornication to
> > > murder.” [“The Life of Repentance And Purity” Pope Shenouda III]
> > > (c)
>
> > steal" - directly, in your case, I suppose you're giving me the thumbs-
> > up, considering that this is your method on every poem you've claimed
> > to have written, right?
>
> > Hey, Dale Houstman! Thanks for taking the time to comment and
> > critique... I don't have time to actually read and comment on this,
> > but will, shortly.
>
> > the opening for "Last Dream Today", which i've linked to at the top of
> > your review. Also, my new one, "Corning Town", is below, if you have
> > any comments or critique on that.
>
> > --
> > "Corning Town" by Will Dockery & Brian Mallard (video):http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Njes_L9ZDgQ
>
> fits beautifully toward this critique...almost like a burp
> at the end of a nice cold beer.
> this critique demonstrates tireless futility
> put to writing. the big question WHO CARES?
> we all borrow all the time. dockery's argument is
> that houstman is a hypocrite when he accuses
> people of "wisps of inept thievery" then fully
> admits he picks like a pecking pigeon at other
> poems to construct his own.
> this has all been hashed out, guys...can we
> find another fight theme please..?
>
> matt
The good part here for me is that Houstman revived an old poem of
mine, from 1996 (in another thread), and the details I describe there
bring back some fine and choice memories of that long-gone era. 1996
is one of those years (1985 is another of those) I'd probably be
tempted to go back to and /stay/ in, if I had the chance.
Thinking... indeed.
I'm looking forward to see which poem Dale picks next for this
interesting (to me) retrospective.
--
"She Sleeps Tight" by Will Dockery & Brian Mallard (video):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU
Will Dockery
> On Aug 1, 5:04 pm, Will Dockery wrote:
>
> Excuse the top-posted bit here, but I wanted to comment on the link. I
> hate this you tube -- it sounds like the pickup's down in the audience
> somewhere, and all you can hear is them. For the same reason, I hate
> the You Tube video for "Truck Stop Woman" (which looks and sounds like
> it was filmed at the same event); I'd strongly urge you to replace the
> sound tracks on both those (even if they don't perfectly sync up with
> the videos),
Good idea, since I don't actually "own" the video tracks (or have them
in my possession), Gene Woolfolk and Brian Mallard shot them on their
cameras, and released them to YouTube, I'd have to work with them on
this, but it is a good idea, if we three can ever get the time to sit
down and do it.
> especially TSW now that you have a good recording and
I have a studio version of "Last Dream Today", which is on the same CD
("Shadowville Speedway") as TSW, but I haven't put that on the
internet yet... as you suggest, it would do well at replacing the
video that's out, when that happens.
> it's getting play on internet radio. That's far more important than
> anything that goes on in this thread.
Yes, and speaking of "Truck Stop Woman", I came across a radio station
in Cheyanne Wyoming that's now carrying it:
"Truck Stop Woman" by Dockery & Conley on 100.7 KOLT FM Cheyenne's
Wide Open Country!
http://www.kmus.com/new2/artists/i/237770?psid=303942
> > > Shadowville
>
> > [Opening piece for the song "Last Dream Today":http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GSpYx8sSFP0
> > ]
> > > Almost over,[1]
> > > almost back [2] to Shadowville.[3]
> > > Leaving the land [4] of the sky poets, [5]
> > > rainbow dreamtown. [6]
> > > After all this,
> > > I mumble in my sleep.[7]
> > > After all this,
> > > comes the high tide. [8]
> > > Last spark of beauty,[9]
> > > to steal me for my grim return [10].
> > > Back to Shadowville,
> > > where the women can't be trusted, [11]
> > > they'll make a man do anything. [12]
> > > From fornication to murder. [13]
> > > Even turn him into a pimp.[14]
> > > Almost over,
> > > almost back to Shadowville.
>
> > > -Will Dockery
>
> Since the subject of "stealing" gets mentioned several times, I'm
> interested in knowing if Dale bothered to ask permission from you
> before he posted this poem? It's obvious you don't object, but of
> course that's not what I'm asking.
Of course he didn't... yet another attempted "surprise" that actually
works quite well, for various reasons, not the least of which it
brought (in the other thread) some of my older work back to my
attention. Not so much this one, but others of that era.
> > By the way, this poem, "Shadowville", has been used in recent years as
> > the opening for "Last Dream Today", which i've linked to at the top of
> > your review.
>
> That's probably the best place for it. As a performance piece, the
> fact that it repeats familiar motifs and such is all things considered
> a plus -- there's no text for the audience to puzzle over, they have
> to "get it" in one shot -- and as a song intro it's supported: it
> doesn't have to stand on its own as written text, the way Houstman is
> using it.
Yes, seemed to be the best spot for it.
> > Also, my new one, "Corning Town", is below, if you have
> > any comments or critique on that.
>
> > "Corning Town" by Will Dockery & Brian Mallard (video):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Njes_L9ZDgQ
>
> I may comment on that one later, but one quick comment is that it also
> works better as part of a song than as a written text as well. You
> know I've argued that song lyrics can be poetry, but I'd also argue
> that not all of them are or even should be. For instance, "Stand by
> Your Man" is in no way poetry, even though it's great art in its own
> way (Tammy singing those words are arguably the most beautiful four-
> note combination I've ever heard, right up there with the opening of
> Beethoven's 5th.) Some lyrics are poetry -- some aren't -- and that's
> something that's decided on a case-by-case basis, as I've said
> before.
I'd be interested in reading more of your thoughts on the subject, yes.
George Dance
>
> Almost over,[1]
> almost back [2] to Shadowville.[3]
> Leaving the land [4] of the sky poets, [5]
> rainbow dreamtown. [6]
> After all this,
> I mumble in my sleep.[7]
> After all this,
> comes the high tide. [8]
> Last spark of beauty,[9]
> to steal me for my grim return [10].
> Back to Shadowville,
> where the women can't be trusted, [11]
> they'll make a man do anything. [12]
> From fornication to murder. [13]
> Even turn him into a pimp.[14]
> Almost over,
> almost back to Shadowville.
>
> -Will Dockery
> ......................................................................
>
> [1]
> Richardson-
> Walker/Jennifer Kimball]
> (b)
> “Almost over and yet beneath / A rainbow scaffold’s still a thief”
> (c)
> An opening that almost screams “not worth reading!. It couldn’t be less
> inviting if the poem had been consciously created for a “Worst
> Interesting Poetry Opening” contest. Quite a loud thud...
>
> [2]
> (a)
> “Almost back to my stomach...’ [Wrestling Match © Dragongirl Associates
> (Lexi)]
> [“The Infernal Return” Ferdinand de Tresor]
>
> [3]
> (a)
> “...to bring you back to Shadow Poetry.” – [Agreement Form and Ordering
> (Shadows Ink Publications)]
> (b)
> “There are no shadows in this town, a village of rainbows...” [“What The
> Sign In The Crossroad Meant” Eliza Sturn Threshold]
>
> [4]
> (b)
> An observant reader might note also the “Sh...” beginning of “Shiraz”
> which is possibly a source for that hackneyed “idea” of “Shadowville”.
> The same applies to the “s...” in “stomach” which covertly refers to the
> beginning of “Shadowville”. “Shadowville” is an intriguingly unoriginal
> concept (the sort of thing that occurs naturally to even the dullest
> child again and again), and one which can be discovered over and over,
> Rice’s “Shadowtown,” “Lay o' the Land Shadowtown” [© by Ras...@aol.com],
> Young] and particularly intriguing exmaple as it seems to form the basis
> Productions (a poetry site), “Shadowville” [poetry by Michael Bartalos],
> and on and on and on. A stolen concept of no great value, lending to
> itself an air of neurotic kleptomania rather than that of an
> (c)
> “Leaving the land, to reap my poetry in the sky...” [Anon. Chinese lament]
>
> [5]
> (a)
> “The Land of the Sky” [Frank Presbrey], “Land of the Big Sky” [common
> sobriquet],
> (b)
> “This land of the sky...” [“His Dream of the Sky-Land” Li Po],
> (c)
> Charles Wakefield
> Cadman,],
> (d)
> since
> it seems.
> (e)
> “There is the land of the sky...” [from an anonymous Eskimo poem]...and
> on and on and on. Another rather dull yet purloined concept.
> (f)
> (g)
> etc.
>
> [6]
> (a)
> “Alright, I noticed you're stealing my characters and my Dreamtown idea”
> [Letdragon, deviantart forum],
> (b)
> (c)
> The number of times “rainbow” and either “dreamtown” or variations
> thereof appear in the same text is staggering. Ont thinks a better
> robbery might have been planned.
>
> [7]
> (a)
> deviantart formu: from the same site as the stolen “dreamtown”],
> (b)
> “...while I mumble in my sleep...” [Smileandlove, storywrite],
> (c)
> unsaid...’ [Mubmie, Joe Tower]
>
> [8]
> (a)
> ‘...there comes the high tide in the river...’ [“Song of Radha, the
> Milkmaid, Naasatya].
> (b)
> Many many poems use the exact words “high tide” so it is impossible to
> determine precisely which poem Will’s was stolen from here, or if he was
> just channeling the dullest writer he could imagine, but either way,
> this is not an original line.
>
> [9]
> (a)
> (b)
> “To fix one spark of beauty’s...“ [Lord Byron]
> (c)
> “Mystical spark of beauty...” [Anaisanais]
> (d)
> ‘This last spark of beauty’s argument, a grim return of shadows”
> [Augustus the Younger]
> (e)
>
> [10]
> (a)
> “...when a protector is needed, the Grim returns...” [“The Requiem of
> Sirius Black, Alastor Moody]
> (b)
> (c)
> “...ten slaves, the grim returns of malformed business, murder and
> fornication.” [Trade Pact, 1843]
>
> [11]
> (a)
> “We women can't be trusted. We are as creepy and shallow as can be.”
> [Roberteins]
> (b)
> “Untrusted women, beauties in their shadows.” [“The Root of All
> Constraint Undone” Robert Tallison]
> (c)
> “...if women can’t be trusted, then are our dreams like shadow
> villages?” [“For Your Debating Society,” Oliver Vogelstock
> (d)
> ‘When and where untrusted women, rainbows of fornication.” [“Shadow
> Nations” Anon]
>
> [12]
> (a)
> “...for you can make a man do anything if you only give your mind to
> it... [“The Bristol Bowl” Edith Nesbit]
> (b)
> “The liquor that Sterret sells, by thunder ! / Would make a man do
> anything,” [“Brand New Ballads” Charles G. Leland
> (c)
> Make a man do anything
> [“Miracle Child” Uriah Heep]
> (d)
> Again. not a phrase that needs to be unduly explored to comprehend fully
> throughout literature. Another rather trite use of theft skills.
>
> [13]
> (a)
> [Cephas Ministries essay on Aleister Crowley]
> (b)
> murder.” [“The Life of Repentance And Purity” Pope Shenouda III]
> (c)
> Again, not such an interestingly distinctive phrase so as to distinguish
> it (and the poem it lies within) from the general run of insignificant
> tripe.
>
> found, this poem is almost 100 percent “borrowed” –
However, in order to show that the poem was "borrowed" from these
sources, you'd have to show that Will had access to them; and you
haven't. You haven't even shown that all of them were written before
his poem. I'd suggest that you take that into account in your next
draft.
> its phrases
> occurring in other poems repeatedly, and (strangely enough) always in
> superior settings,
Well, now, this sounds contradictory: in the case of the poem you're
examining, you present these "borrowings" as evidence of an alleged
inferiority: yet in all these other cases, including the ones in which
the same lines were "borrowed" -- which the later ones had to have
been, by your own logic here -- you're now saying that the "borrowing"
is no such thing.
I'd urge you to rephrase here, as that sounds as if you're doing some
special pleading against the poem under examination. (BTW, the
parenthetical part of your title makes it look like the whole thing's
motivated by a personal grudge against the poem's author: so, if you
expect this to be taken seriously, you might want to look at revising
that as well.)
> even when the original author is either an amateur or
> even a complete tyro at the art of expression: none of the other texts
> that these phrases are “borrowed” from exhibit its same mixture of
> linguistic ineptitude and egotistical self-regard. In other words: there
> are other inept writers, but most of these will admit – if grudgingly –
> that they lack writing ability, and merely “do” poetry to assuage some
> personal emotional itch. But the mixture here of almost psychopathic
> narcissism and pathological inability approaches being the only unique
> feature of the “poetry”.
>
I can't claim the familiarity that you are with all of your cites, but
we can at least look at the first one.
Is it, then, your opinion that the following is superior -- has more
artistic merit, or 'quality' as you like to put it -- to
"Shadowville":
<quote>
You're such a sly one with your cold, cold heart
For you leavin' came easy but it tore me apart.
Time heals all wounds they say and I should know
'Cause it seems like forever, but I'm lettin' you go
</q> “Almost Over You” [Cindy Richardson-Walker/Jennifer Kimball]
Will Dockery
"George Dance" wrote:
>Dale Houstman wrote:
>
> Shadowville
>
> Almost over,[1]
> almost back [2] to Shadowville.[3]
> Leaving the land [4] of the sky poets, [5]
> rainbow dreamtown. [6]
> After all this,
> I mumble in my sleep.[7]
> After all this,
> comes the high tide. [8]
> Last spark of beauty,[9]
> to steal me for my grim return [10].
> Back to Shadowville,
> where the women can't be trusted, [11]
> they'll make a man do anything. [12]
> From fornication to murder. [13]
> Even turn him into a pimp.[14]
> Almost over,
> almost back to Shadowville.
>
> -Will Dockery
<snipped for brevity>
> Roughly, and not counting the many �near misses� and variations to be
> found, this poem is almost 100 percent �borrowed� �
However, in order to show that the poem was "borrowed" from these
sources, you'd have to show that Will had access to them; and you
haven't. You haven't even shown that all of them were written before
his poem. I'd suggest that you take that into account in your next
draft.
//Yes, a question I posed to Dale earlier, which he hasn't got back to me
yet on. This one is from 1998, the other one he's critiqued is from 1996,
for the record.
> its phrases
> occurring in other poems repeatedly, and (strangely enough) always in
> superior settings,
Well, now, this sounds contradictory: in the case of the poem you're
examining, you present these "borrowings" as evidence of an alleged
inferiority: yet in all these other cases, including the ones in which
the same lines were "borrowed" -- which the later ones had to have
been, by your own logic here -- you're now saying that the "borrowing"
is no such thing.
I'd urge you to rephrase here, as that sounds as if you're doing some
special pleading against the poem under examination. (BTW, the
parenthetical part of your title makes it look like the whole thing's
motivated by a personal grudge against the poem's author: so, if you
expect this to be taken seriously, you might want to look at revising
that as well.)
> even when the original author is either an amateur or
> even a complete tyro at the art of expression: none of the other texts
> that these phrases are �borrowed� from exhibit its same mixture of
<doubletalk crapsnip>
I can't claim the familiarity that you are with all of your cites, but
we can at least look at the first one.
Is it, then, your opinion that the following is superior -- has more
artistic merit, or 'quality' as you like to put it -- to
"Shadowville":
<quote>
You're such a sly one with your cold, cold heart
For you leavin' came easy but it tore me apart.
Time heals all wounds they say and I should know
'Cause it seems like forever, but I'm lettin' you go
</q> �Almost Over You� [Cindy Richardson-Walker/Jennifer Kimball]
//Heh...
--
Will Dockery
poetry", I'm reminded of how many favorites I had forgotten exist in
the archives, and how many have yet to be even put onto Usenet -or
anywhere on the internet-. Here's another forgotten poem from the
period of time Dale is currently delving into, 1995-98, submitted for
analysis, comment or critique:
Left Handed Summer
Left handed Summer,
Alias Uncle Hugo,
I step out into this night.
Those parasites know of the light that failed,
imploded in the center of op bop,
in this shadow made by blooming springtime.
In this shadow, next to this last temptation,
I walked into your door,
will I never see her no more?
I see two little red boxcars, I think of her,
I hurt inside, a hallowed ache.
Games people play,
one game on the house,
dark angel in green.
Every little trick she plays, scarecrow straw Janie,
there are three names now for Lady Katherine,
I saw the way...
remember the living lotus in her paste up hell,
I am the clown on the hill,
she still plys her trade in the sportin' house grocery.
I read the bio of her husband, the ogre,
his world, his fame, his flame.
And I think of: star money, secret star, sweet Jane, superstar.
Star mama, some glad morning you are my sattelite soul mate.
On Vinegar Hill, mariage a la mode, a case of need,
the bottom line, in deep Summer,
endless horisons.
We hunt the spirit mammoth somewhere below the salt.
This is the story of a secret state, in this left handed Summer,
in this valley of vines,
sweet Lasher went swimming,
in the dark river with a bad man, in the big heat,
tigers in the smoke, she rides the red dragon.
Too many cousins dancing naked in La Grange,
she's one of 7 born again virgins,
she steps out, she is lost to me,
that strange woman, she's into sould bonding, soul bondage,
where is my red curled poltergeist, she's clocked,
boom boom in my ear.
Some Japanese thing,
Lone Wolf, I snarl at the moon.
Moonchild experiment,
watercolor in the rain ---
you poor little kidnapped angel...
my poor little clap trap angel.
My soul like riptide water,
this abundance of witches,
you living lotus bitches.
Uncle Hugo is in Eden,
the old folks home of joy and poems,
deling with this ever present danger,
to the magic store on some blinded date.
Into her labyrinth and back out again,
sweet soul pilgrim, I know, my love,
I can hear her battle cry.
She returns to life, cries for the angels,
a word shogun,
my daddy went blind at 40
but my will is good on this glorious morning.
Bless your fuzzy little heart, baby, go sow your seed of mischief.
The doomsday ladies hide and go seek,
as they work their science,
I asked my love, Dark Queenie,
will you talk in this left handed Summer?
Hard facts, a woman run mad,
in the caves,
on the hill,
under the sheets experimenting with the moon.
I keep the search light burning.
Face to face with the misty tiger in the smoke,
she rides the red dragon,
orphan daughter of the philosospher,
for common good,
a fiend in need, she is a perfect whirlwind.
Inhuman condition, I am alone for days,
I am nothing to her now,
the ongoing silence is driving me mad.
Her mirror mirror on the wall,
my fingers in her soft places,
her modern methematics,
her pager number,
I light the candle for her
and this big old world of people.
Silver leopard led astray from a magnificent destiny,
I am the foolish virgin with my magnificent obsession,
law of the lion, I'll find her.
Bright feather, hot leather,
magicians of night and sittin' ducks,
loaded dice,
she is there in that secret shadow valley,
sweet adultery under the moon.
The Dark Quen's gift, a riddle.
Please speak to me before the sun goes down,
the children of the rainbow do the dark dance.
-Will Dockery
Dale Houstman
100% percent stolen. And badly at that...
dmh
Rik Roots
<snip>
> 100% percent stolen. And badly at that...
>
Reads like bad flarf
(shit! I read almost half a 'poem' by Little Willy Tosser before my eyes
remembered to bleed)
> dmh
Rik, knee deep.
Rob Evans
>
> Today":http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GSpYx8sSFP0
> ]
>
> > Almost over,[1]
> > almost back [2] to Shadowville.[3]
> > Leaving the land [4] of the sky poets, [5]
> > rainbow dreamtown. [6]
> > After all this,
> > I mumble in my sleep.[7]
> > After all this,
> > comes the high tide. [8]
> > Last spark of beauty,[9]
> > to steal me for my grim return [10].
> > Back to Shadowville,
> > where the women can't be trusted, [11]
> > they'll make a man do anything. [12]
> > From fornication to murder. [13]
> > Even turn him into a pimp.[14]
> > Almost over,
> > almost back to Shadowville.
>
> > -Will Dockery
> > ......................................................................
>
> > [1]
> > Richardson-
> > Walker/Jennifer Kimball]
> > (b)
> > �Almost over and yet beneath / A rainbow scaffold�s still a thief�
> > [�Poemes For Bad Childrene� Francis Yseult-Gardienne]
>
> > (a)
> > �Almost back to my stomach...� [Wrestling Match � Dragongirl Associates
> > (Lexi)]
> > (b)�Almost back and nearly over, the dream returns with each tide...�
>
> > [3]
> > (a)
> > �...to bring you back to Shadow Poetry.� � [Agreement Form and Ordering
> > (Shadows Ink Publications)]
> > (b)
> > �There are no shadows in this town, a village of rainbows...� [�What The
> > Sign In The Crossroad Meant� Eliza Sturn Threshold]
>
> > [4]
> > (b)
> > An observant reader might note also the �Sh...� beginning of �Shiraz�
> > which is possibly a source for that hackneyed �idea� of �Shadowville�.
> > The same applies to the �s...� in �stomach� which covertly refers to the
> > concept
>
> Coming from such an adamant borrower as you, that means... what?
>
> > Rice�s �Shadowtown,� �Lay o' the Land Shadowtown� [� by Ras...@aol.com],
> > Young] and particularly intriguing exmaple as it seems to form the basis
> > Productions (a poetry site), �Shadowville� [poetry by Michael Bartalos],
> > and on and on and on.
> > (c)
> > lament]
>
> > [5]
> > (a)
> > �The Land of the Sky� [Frank Presbrey], �Land of the Big Sky� [common
> > sobriquet],
> > (b)
> > �This land of the sky...� [�His Dream of the Sky-Land� Li Po],
> > (c)
> > Charles Wakefield
> > Cadman,],
> > (d)
> > since
> > it seems.
> > (e)
> > �There is the land of the sky...� [from an anonymous Eskimo poem]...and
> > on and on and on. Another rather dull yet purloined concept.
> > (f)
> > (g)
> > etc.
>
> > [6]
> > (a)
> > �Alright, I noticed you're stealing my characters and my Dreamtown idea�
> > [Letdragon, deviantart forum],
> > (b)
> > (c)
> > The number of times �rainbow� and either �dreamtown� or variations
> > thereof appear in the same text is staggering.
>
> > [7]
> > (a)
> > deviantart formu: from the same site as the stolen �dreamtown�],
> > (b)
> > �...while I mumble in my sleep...� [Smileandlove, storywrite],
> > (c)
> > unsaid...� [Mubmie, Joe Tower]
>
> > [8]
> > (a)
> > �...there comes the high tide in the river...� [�Song of Radha, the
> > Milkmaid, Naasatya].
> > (b)
> > Many many poems use the exact words �high tide�
>
> > [9]
> > (a)
> > �Bright spark of beauty� [�sonnet Found In Laura�s Tomb� � Petrarch]
> > (b)
> > �To fix one spark of beauty�s...� [Lord Byron]
> > (c)
> > �Mystical spark of beauty...� [Anaisanais]
> > (d)
> > �This last spark of beauty�s argument, a grim return of shadows�
> > [Augustus the Younger]
> > (e)
>
> > [10]
> > (a)
> > �...when a protector is needed, the Grim returns...� [�The Requiem of
> > Sirius Black, Alastor Moody]
> > (b)
> > (c)
> > fornication.� [Trade Pact, 1843]
>
> > [11]
> > (a)
> > �We women can't be trusted. We are as creepy and shallow as can be.�
> > [Roberteins]
> > (b)
> > �Untrusted women, beauties in their shadows.� [�The Root of All
> > Constraint Undone� Robert Tallison]
> > (c)
> > �...if women can�t be trusted, then are our dreams like shadow
> > villages?� [�For Your Debating Society,� Oliver Vogelstock
> > (d)
> > �When and where untrusted women, rainbows of fornication.� [�Shadow
> > Nations� Anon]
>
> > [12]
> > (a)
> > �...for you can make a man do anything if you only give your mind to
> > it... [�The Bristol Bowl� Edith Nesbit]
> > (b)
> > �The liquor that Sterret sells, by thunder ! / Would make a man do
> > anything,� [�Brand New Ballads� Charles G. Leland
> > (c)
> > Make a man do anything
> > [�Miracle Child� Uriah Heep]
>
> > (a)
> > �...breaking every conceivable moral law, from fornication to murder.�
> > [Cephas Ministries essay on Aleister Crowley]
> > (b)
> > murder.� [�The Life of Repentance And Purity� Pope Shenouda III]
> > (c)
>
> In which case, since we've repeatedly learned that "it is okay to
> steal" - directly, in your case, I suppose you're giving me the thumbs-
> up,
>
> for having stolen more than anyone and presumably for years?
>
> Hey, Dale Houstman! Thanks for taking the time to comment
>
> that, using your own previous arguments about stealing
Still haven't seen me use the Houstman method of taking an entire half
of another poet's poem to generate one he claimed to be written solely
by him, though, have you, Mushmouth?
> the added insult of actually doing some research),
All the research that was needed in showing that Dale Houstman
borrowed half of Alacrity Stone's poem to generate his own, while
claiming it to be his own original work, was to place the two poems
side-by-side, Mushmouth. Big difference here, which you're too much of
a gunkbrained old fool to understand, so you're excused, now.
> he has demonstrated that
> you are the biggest thief around.
No, Mushmouth, what it demonstrates is that you didn't get the joke.
Actually, mushbrain, the whole thing is an elegant parody of your own
endless acusatory drivel.
WE get the joke.
YOU are the joke.
Since I've never even read the vast majority of the work Dale cited
Duckry logic says you're a liar.
Will Dockery
>Will Dockery wrote:
>
> > [Opening piece for the song "Last Dream
> > Today":http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GSpYx8sSFP0
> > ]
>
> > > Almost over,[1]
> > > almost back [2] to Shadowville.[3]
> > > Leaving the land [4] of the sky poets, [5]
> > > rainbow dreamtown. [6]
> > > After all this,
> > > I mumble in my sleep.[7]
> > > After all this,
> > > comes the high tide. [8]
> > > Last spark of beauty,[9]
> > > to steal me for my grim return [10].
> > > Back to Shadowville,
> > > where the women can't be trusted, [11]
> > > they'll make a man do anything. [12]
> > > From fornication to murder. [13]
> > > Even turn him into a pimp.[14]
> > > Almost over,
> > > almost back to Shadowville.
>
> > > -Will Dockery
<snipped for brevity>
> > In which case, since we've repeatedly learned that "it is okay to
> > steal" - directly, in your case, I suppose you're giving me the thumbs-
> > up, for having stolen (I mean "borrowed"!) more than anyone and presumably for years?
>
> > Hey, Dale Houstman! Thanks for taking the time to comment
>
> > that, using your own previous arguments about stealing
>
> Still haven't seen me use the Houstman method of taking an entire half
> of another poet's poem to generate one he claimed to be written solely
> by him, though, have you, Mushmouth?
>
> > the added insult of actually doing some research),
>
> All the research that was needed in showing that Dale Houstman
> borrowed half of Alacrity Stone's poem to generate his own, while
> claiming it to be his own original work, was to place the two poems
> side-by-side, Mushmouth. Big difference here, which you're too much of
> a gunkbrained old fool to understand, so you're excused, now.
>
> > he has demonstrated that
> > you are the biggest thief around.
>
> No, Mushmouth, what it demonstrates is that you didn't get the joke.
>
> Actually, the whole thing is an elegant parody of your own
Yet misses the mark completely, as i explained above, Mushmouth.
Will Dockery
>Will Dockery wrote:
>
> > > Shadowville
>
> > [Opening piece for the song "Last Dream Today":http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GSpYx8sSFP0 ]
>
> > > Almost over,[1]
> > > almost back [2] to Shadowville.[3]
> > > Leaving the land [4] of the sky poets, [5]
> > > rainbow dreamtown. [6]
> > > After all this,
> > > I mumble in my sleep.[7]
> > > After all this,
> > > comes the high tide. [8]
> > > Last spark of beauty,[9]
> > > to steal me for my grim return [10].
> > > Back to Shadowville,
> > > where the women can't be trusted, [11]
> > > they'll make a man do anything. [12]
> > > From fornication to murder. [13]
> > > Even turn him into a pimp.[14]
> > > Almost over,
> > > almost back to Shadowville.
>
> > > -Will Dockery
<snipped for brevity, Karla>
> > > Roughly, and not counting the many “near misses” and variations to be
> > > found, this poem is almost 100 percent “borrowed” –
>
> > In which case, since we've repeatedly learned that "it is okay to
> > steal" - directly, in your case, I suppose you're giving me the thumbs-
> > up, considering that this is your method on every poem you've claimed
> > to have written, right?
>
> > Hey, Dale Houstman! Thanks for taking the time to comment and
> > critique... I don't have time to actually read and comment on this,
> > but will, shortly.
>
> > By the way, this poem, "Sahdowville", has been used in recent years as
> > the opening for "Last Dream Today", which i've linked to at the top of
> > your review. Also, my new one, "Corning Town", is below, if you have
> > any comments or critique on that.
>
> > --
> > "Corning Town" by Will Dockery & Brian Mallard (video):http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Njes_L9ZDgQ
>
> the quintessential dockery "i'll get back to you on that" reply
> fits beautifully toward this critique...almost like a burp
> at the end of a nice cold beer.
> this critique demonstrates tireless futility
> put to writing. the big question WHO CARES?
> we all borrow all the time. dockery's argument is
> that houstman is a hypocrite when he accuses
> people of "wisps of inept thievery" then fully
> admits he picks like a pecking pigeon at other
> poems to construct his own.
> this has all been hashed out, guys...can we
> find another fight theme please..?
>
> matt
Exactly.
Dale Houstman was posting all over the newsgroups about "thieves",
"stolen", and "plagiarism & collage", but became really defensive when
I observed and pointed out that over half of his recent poem of the
time was... written by another poet.
Interesting guy, this Dale Houstman.
Rob Evans
>>
You explained your opinion, mushbrain, and as we know...
you always give the opinions of an ignoramus who scribbles unspeakable
shit.
You can't write poetry.
You can't actually write a good song lyric so you pass the crud as poetry.
And you have no tools for criticism.
You wouldn't know a fact if it hit you between the eyes (a good trick
considering how close they are together).
So, given that you have nothing to contribute, lardarse, why are you
sniffing behind
me?
And now for the public service announcement:
Ode to the Odious
William, you are a dishonest
(cut, paste and snip), lazy
(can't even be arsed to proof read
your own dysentery), misogynistic
(all women who disagree with you
are trailer trash babes), scribbler,
of unspeakable shit that you then
gargle while falling about
the stage (witness any "video").
Whatever is too stupid to say can be sung.
Joseph Addison (1672-1719)
You're pretty dumb but something tells me you'll eventually learn this by
heart.
Your "usenet friend".
Will Dockery
>Will Dockery wrote;
And will continue to, Mushmouth... a shame your brain is so gunked up
that you can only sniff and whine behind me, month after month with
your worthless copy-n-paste "opinion".
--
"She Sleeps Tight" by Will Dockery & Brian Mallard (video):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU
Will Dockery
So, by your logic, your "Mercury & Clocks" is 50% Alacrity Stone,
then, Dale?
Karla
> Cythera wrote:
> > On Aug 1, 1:44 pm, Dale Houstman <d...@skypoint.com> wrote:
> >> Shadowville
>
> >> Almost over,[1]
> >> almost back [2] to Shadowville.[3]
> >> Leaving the land [4] of the sky poets, [5]
> >> rainbow dreamtown. [6]
> >> After all this,
> >> I mumble in my sleep.[7]
> >> After all this,
> >> comes the high tide. [8]
> >> Last spark of beauty,[9]
> >> to steal me for my grim return [10].
> >> Back to Shadowville,
> >> where the women can't be trusted, [11]
> >> they'll make a man do anything. [12]
> >> From fornication to murder. [13]
> >> Even turn him into a pimp.[14]
> >> Almost over,
> >> almost back to Shadowville.
>
> >> -Will Dockery
> >> ......................................................................
>
> > <snip>
> >> found, this poem is almost 100 percent “borrowed” – its phrases
> >> occurring in other poems repeatedly
>
> > or original in the poem, though maybe in writing it he found something
> > new and original to him.
> > Brilliant research, Dale.
>
> Hours and hours bent over dark and obscured tomes in the belly of the
> Athaeneum Majorum. Then, come the arrival of Eos, a gamboling herd of
> May babies awakened me, and Emily brought me Jesus Juice...
>
> dmh
"Athaeneum Majorum" - !!! Love it. Reminds me of this time at my
writer's group when we commented on another participant's (who
happened to be East Indian and well traveled) short story,
specifically, the phrase, "Caucasian Plains" which we thought was
somewhere in the Midwest. Ha! Us stupid Americans. I hope the
connection to your naming is obvious.
Karla
Will Dockery
>Dale Houstman wrote:
>
> > >> Shadowville
>
> > >> Almost over,[1]
> > >> almost back [2] to Shadowville.[3]
> > >> Leaving the land [4] of the sky poets, [5]
> > >> rainbow dreamtown. [6]
> > >> After all this,
> > >> I mumble in my sleep.[7]
> > >> After all this,
> > >> comes the high tide. [8]
> > >> Last spark of beauty,[9]
> > >> to steal me for my grim return [10].
> > >> Back to Shadowville,
> > >> where the women can't be trusted, [11]
> > >> they'll make a man do anything. [12]
> > >> From fornication to murder. [13]
> > >> Even turn him into a pimp.[14]
> > >> Almost over,
> > >> almost back to Shadowville.
>
> > >> -Will Dockery
>
> > Athaeneum Majorum. Then, come the arrival of Eos, a gamboling herd of
> > May babies awakened me, and Emily brought me Jesus Juice...
>
> writer's group when we commented on another participant's (who
> happened to be East Indian and well traveled) short story,
> specifically, the phrase, "Caucasian Plains" which we thought was
> somewhere in the Midwest. Ha! Us stupid Americans. I hope the
> connection to your naming is obvious.
I have to say that Dale has borrowed two words that I'll have to
Google!
Karla
And I'm sure you'll report back to us with the source(s) of that
phrase. Don't disappoint!
Will Dockery
<Karla's confusion snipped>
> > I have to say that Dale has borrowed two words that I'll have to
> > Google!
>
> And I'm sure you'll report back
I might, and I'm sure you'll be back again soon, Karla.
Try to stay focused.
Karla
You might...you're sure...soon...
> Try to stay focused.
Who needs to stay focused? haha
Will Dockery
> On Aug 1, 4:44 pm, Dale Houstman wrote:
>
> > Shadowville
>
> > Almost over,[1]
> > almost back [2] to Shadowville.[3]
> > Leaving the land [4] of the sky poets, [5]
> > rainbow dreamtown. [6]
> > After all this,
> > I mumble in my sleep.[7]
> > After all this,
> > comes the high tide. [8]
> > Last spark of beauty,[9]
> > to steal me for my grim return [10].
> > Back to Shadowville,
> > where the women can't be trusted, [11]
> > they'll make a man do anything. [12]
> > From fornication to murder. [13]
> > Even turn him into a pimp.[14]
> > Almost over,
> > almost back to Shadowville.
>
> > -Will Dockery
>
> > found, this poem is almost 100 percent “borrowed” –
Which, by Dale Houstman's logic, means that he agrees that his
"Mercury & Clocks" is 50 percent Alacrity Stone.
> However, in order to show that the poem was "borrowed" from these
> sources, you'd have to show that Will had access to them; and you
> haven't. You haven't even shown that all of them were written before
> his poem. I'd suggest that you take that into account in your next
> draft.
Exactly... considering that most of his sources were written /after/
mine, then it could be said that my poem has been borrowed /from/.
> > its phrases
> > occurring in other poems repeatedly, and (strangely enough) always in
> > superior settings,
>
> Well, now, this sounds contradictory: in the case of the poem you're
> examining, you present these "borrowings" as evidence of an alleged
> inferiority: yet in all these other cases, including the ones in which
> the same lines were "borrowed" -- which the later ones had to have
> been, by your own logic here -- you're now saying that the "borrowing"
> is no such thing.
>
> I'd urge you to rephrase here, as that sounds as if you're doing some
> special pleading against the poem under examination. (BTW, the
> parenthetical part of your title makes it look like the whole thing's
> motivated by a personal grudge against the poem's author: so, if you
> expect this to be taken seriously, you might want to look at revising
> that as well.)
Meanwhile, the oh so "respectful" Karla Rogers is on it like stink...
poor girl seems to have a bit of a long standing grudge, to go along
with her lying, hypocrisy and confusion.
"Give 'em enough rope."
> > even when the original author is either an amateur or
> > even a complete tyro at the art of expression: none of the other texts
> > that these phrases are “borrowed” from exhibit its same mixture of
> > linguistic ineptitude
>
> I can't claim the familiarity that you are with all of your cites, but
> we can at least look at the first one.
>
> Is it, then, your opinion that the following is superior -- has more
> artistic merit, or 'quality' as you like to put it -- to
> "Shadowville":
>
> <quote>
> You're such a sly one with your cold, cold heart
> For you leavin' came easy but it tore me apart.
> Time heals all wounds they say and I should know
> 'Cause it seems like forever, but I'm lettin' you go
> </q> “Almost Over You” [Cindy Richardson-Walker/Jennifer Kimball]
Something even the eternally confused Karla Rogers can make sense of,
maybe?
Dale Houstman
>>>> found, this poem is almost 100 percent �borrowed� � its phrases
>>>> occurring in other poems repeatedly
>>> or original in the poem, though maybe in writing it he found something
>>> new and original to him.
>>> Brilliant research, Dale.
>> Hours and hours bent over dark and obscured tomes in the belly of the
>> Athaeneum Majorum. Then, come the arrival of Eos, a gamboling herd of
>> May babies awakened me, and Emily brought me Jesus Juice...
>>
>> dmh
>
> "Athaeneum Majorum" - !!! Love it. Reminds me of this time at my
> writer's group when we commented on another participant's (who
> happened to be East Indian and well traveled) short story,
> specifically, the phrase, "Caucasian Plains" which we thought was
> somewhere in the Midwest. Ha! Us stupid Americans. I hope the
> connection to your naming is obvious.
>
> Karla
>
An Obscure Psychedelic Ballad
Caucasian planes fly inside out
Bicycles of lint and grout
Corningware in excelsis
Pandemoniatic pelvis
Ooh
Trippy little thing
Ooh
Hear the kitchen sing
Ooh
We are masticating birds
On the wing to everything without a single word
dmh
Will Dockery
>
> An Obscure Psychedelic Ballad
>
> Caucasian planes fly inside out
> Bicycles of lint and grout
> Corningware in excelsis
> Pandemoniatic pelvis
>
> Ooh
> Trippy little thing
> Ooh
> Hear the kitchen sing
> Ooh
> We are masticating birds
> On the wing to everything without a single word
>
> dmh
*Yawn*... maybe you should consider going back to borrowing poetry from
better writers?
Rob Evans
"Karla" <kar...@comcast.net> wrote in message
news:8a45f32c-e06f-4b84...@u16g2000pru.googlegroups.com...
You might...you're sure...soon...
> Try to stay focused.
Karla, leave the poor mumblebum in peace - he's busy googling "English as a
foreign language".
Rob
Will Dockery
> > >Will Dockery wrote:
>
> > > > > > >> Shadowville
>
> > > > > > >> Almost over,[1]
> > > > > > >> almost back [2] to Shadowville.[3]
> > > > > > >> Leaving the land [4] of the sky poets, [5]
> > > > > > >> rainbow dreamtown. [6]
> > > > > > >> After all this,
> > > > > > >> I mumble in my sleep.[7]
> > > > > > >> After all this,
> > > > > > >> comes the high tide. [8]
> > > > > > >> Last spark of beauty,[9]
> > > > > > >> to steal me for my grim return [10].
> > > > > > >> Back to Shadowville,
> > > > > > >> where the women can't be trusted, [11]
> > > > > > >> they'll make a man do anything. [12]
> > > > > > >> From fornication to murder. [13]
> > > > > > >> Even turn him into a pimp.[14]
> > > > > > >> Almost over,
> > > > > > >> almost back to Shadowville.
>
> > > > > > >> -Will Dockery
>
Your mouth is still stuffed with gunk, eh Mushmouth?
Rob Evans
our resident king dimbass squitss...
>>
>> > > > > > >> Almost over,[1]
>> > > > > > >> almost back [2] to Shadowville.[3]
>> > > > > > >> Leaving the land [4] of the sky poets, [5]
>> > > > > > >> rainbow dreamtown. [6]
>> > > > > > >> After all this,
>> > > > > > >> I mumble in my sleep.[7]
>> > > > > > >> After all this,
>> > > > > > >> comes the high tide. [8]
>> > > > > > >> Last spark of beauty,[9]
>> > > > > > >> to steal me for my grim return [10].
>> > > > > > >> Back to Shadowville,
>> > > > > > >> where the women can't be trusted, [11]
>> > > > > > >> they'll make a man do anything. [12]
>> > > > > > >> From fornication to murder. [13]
>> > > > > > >> Even turn him into a pimp.[14]
>> > > > > > >> Almost over,
>> > > > > > >> almost back to Shadowville.
>>
>> > > > > > >> -Will Dockery
>>
>> poor mumble
>
> Your mouth is still stuffed with gunk, eh Mushmouth?
>
You are just giving me the opinion of an ignoramus who scribbles
unspeakable shit.
You can't write poetry.
You can't actually write a good song lyric so you pass the crud as poetry.
And you have no tools for criticism.
You wouldn't know a fact if it hit you between the eyes (a good trick
considering how close they are together).
So, given that you have nothing to contribute, why are you sniffing behind
me?
Rob
--
Rob Evans
-----------
When I see a swine,
I reach for 45-calibre pearls
Will Dockery
>Will Dockery wrote:
>
> >> > > > > > >> Almost over,[1]
> >> > > > > > >> almost back [2] to Shadowville.[3]
> >> > > > > > >> Leaving the land [4] of the sky poets, [5]
> >> > > > > > >> rainbow dreamtown. [6]
> >> > > > > > >> After all this,
> >> > > > > > >> I mumble in my sleep.[7]
> >> > > > > > >> After all this,
> >> > > > > > >> comes the high tide. [8]
> >> > > > > > >> Last spark of beauty,[9]
> >> > > > > > >> to steal me for my grim return [10].
> >> > > > > > >> Back to Shadowville,
> >> > > > > > >> where the women can't be trusted, [11]
> >> > > > > > >> they'll make a man do anything. [12]
> >> > > > > > >> From fornication to murder. [13]
> >> > > > > > >> Even turn him into a pimp.[14]
> >> > > > > > >> Almost over,
> >> > > > > > >> almost back to Shadowville.
>
> >> > > > > > >> -Will Dockery
>
> >> poor mumble
>
> > Your mouth is still stuffed with gunk, eh Mushmouth?
>
> And that would be your opinion
An opinion based on what I heard, yes, Mushmouth.
I heard a recording of you reading a poem where you sounded like your
mouth was full of gunk, as you burbled and lisped through the poem,
while whistling through your teeth from time-to-time for variety.
Here's the link to this recording, though it seems to have been
mysteriously taken offline:
http://web.archive.org/web/*/http://www.bbc.co.uk/berkshire/stage/poets/robevans.shtml
And below is a link to a poetry performance that -in my opinion- you
could never match, even before you shrivelled into the mushmouthed
little crone-man you are today:
Will Dockery
>> Please speak to me before the sun goes down,
>> the children of the rainbow do the dark dance.
>>
>> -Will Dockery
>
Thanks for reading and commenting, Rik.
--
"Ashes to Justice" by Dockery, Mallard & Madaris:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzwD5-UI0p4
Rob Evans
>>
>> >> > > > > > >> almost back [2] to Shadowville.[3]
>> >> > > > > > >> Leaving the land [4] of the sky poets, [5]
>> >> > > > > > >> rainbow dreamtown. [6]
>> >> > > > > > >> After all this,
>> >> > > > > > >> I mumble in my sleep.[7]
>> >> > > > > > >> After all this,
>> >> > > > > > >> comes the high tide. [8]
>> >> > > > > > >> Last spark of beauty,[9]
>> >> > > > > > >> to steal me for my grim return [10].
>> >> > > > > > >> Back to Shadowville,
>> >> > > > > > >> where the women can't be trusted, [11]
>> >> > > > > > >> they'll make a man do anything. [12]
>> >> > > > > > >> From fornication to murder. [13]
>> >> > > > > > >> Even turn him into a pimp.[14]
>> >> > > > > > >> Almost over,
>> >> > > > > > >> almost back to Shadowville.
>>
>> >> > > > > > >> -Will Dockery
>>
>> >> poor mumble
>>
>> > Your mouth is still stuffed with gunk, eh Mushmouth?
>>
>> And that would be your opinion
>
> An opinion based on what I heard, yes,
Good, we agree that it's a Duckry opinion, i.e.
the opinion of a dishonest ignoramus who scribbles unspeakable shit.
Will Dockery
> >> >>> almost back to Shadowville.
> >> >>> rainbow dreamtown.
> >> >>> After all this,
> >> >>> I mumble in my sleep.
> >> >>> comes the high tide.
> >> >>> to steal me for my grim return
> >> >>> where the women can't be trusted,
> >> >>> Even turn him into a pimp.
> >> >>> almost back to Shadowville.
>
> >> >>> -Will Dockery
>
> >> >> poor mumble
>
> >> > Your mouth is still stuffed with gunk, eh Mushmouth?
>
> >> And that would be your opinion
>
>
> Good, we agree
An opinion based on what I heard, yes, Mushmouth.
I heard a recording of you reading a poem where you sounded like your
mouth was full of gunk, as you burbled and lisped through the poem,
while whistling through your teeth from time-to-time for variety.
Here's the link to this recording, though it seems to have been
mysteriously taken offline:
http://web.archive.org/web/*/http://www.bbc.co.uk/berkshire/stage/poets/robevans.shtml
And below is a link to a poetry performance that -in my opinion-
youcould never match, even before you shrivelled into the mushmouthed
Rob Evans
our resident King Dumbass squits...
>>
>> >> >> poor mumble
>>
>> >> > Your mouth is still stuffed with gunk, eh Mushmouth?
>>
>> >> And that would be your opinion
>>
>> > An opinion based on what I heard, yes, Mushmouth.
>>
Will Dockery
>
> >> >> > Your mouth is still stuffed with gunk, eh Mushmouth?
>
>>> And that would be your opinion
>
>> An opinion based on what I heard, yes, Mushmouth.
>
We agree that you're a mushmouthed old fool, then, an opinion based on
what I heard, yes, Mushmouth.
I heard a recording of you reading a poem where you sounded like your
mouth was full of gunk, as you burbled and lisped through the poem,
while whistling through your teeth from time-to-time for variety.
Here's the link to this recording, though it seems to have been
mysteriously taken offline:
http://web.archive.org/web/*/http://www.bbc.co.uk/berkshire/stage/poe...
Rob Evans
our resident king dumbass squits...
>>
>>
>>>> And that would be your opinion
>>
>>> An opinion based on what I heard, yes, Mushmouth.
>>
>> Good, we agree <slap>
>
Will Dockery
>Will Dockery wrote:
>
> >> >> >> > Your mouth is still stuffed with gunk, eh Mushmouth?
>
>>> And that would be your opinion
>
>> An opinion based on what I heard, yes, Mushmouth.
>
> Good, we agree <slap>
We agree that you're a mushmouthed old fool, then, an opinion based
on
what I heard, yes, Mushmouth.
I heard a recording of you reading a poem where you sounded like your
automattick
i really like "she sleeps tight." the psychedelic feel
comes through well with the floating electic fuzz guitar
that meets the soft vox on reverb. the lyrics are
fun and interesting...they match the song brilliantly.
consider making a shorter version...not to replace
what would then be the unedited one, but to increase
the chance of more public exposure.
(they like their McSongs out in t.v. land.)
matt
Rob Evans
>
>
>>> And that would be your opinion
>
>> An opinion based on what I heard, yes, Mushmouth.
>
> Good, we agree <slap>
Hey dumbo - another surprise!
Will Dockery
>>> And that would be your opinion
>> An opinion based on what I heard, yes, Mushmouth.
> Good, we agree <slap>
We agree that you're a mushmouthed old fool, then, an opinion based
on what I heard, yes, Mushmouth.
I heard a recording of you reading a poem where you sounded like your
Rob Evans
>>
>
>>>> And that would be your opinion
>
>>> An opinion based on what I heard, yes, Mushmouth.
>
>> Good, we agree <slap>
>
Will Dockery
>
> Hey dumbo
With a face like yours
do you really feel comfortable poking fun at my ears, Mushmouth?
Analyze this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KEQDFMNcgLA
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www.youtube.com/v/KEQDFMNcgLA&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param
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www.youtube.com/v/KEQDFMNcgLA&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-
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Under The Radar (Sam Singer Tribute)
Under the Radar written by Will Dockery & Sam Singer
Shadowville All-Stars perform at benefit show for injured bass player
Sam Singer, Fall 2006, at the Coin-Op Buiding. Will Dockery, Eileen
D'esterno, Brian Mallard and many others contributed. Credits for the
players will be added as information becomes available.
Rob Evans
>> Hey dumbo
>
> With a face like yours
>
>
And your ridiculous opinions, i.e.
the opinions of a dishonest ignoramus who scribbles unspeakable shit.
Will Dockery
>Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> Hey dumbo
>
> > With a face like yours
>
> > do you really feel comfortable poking fun at my ears, Mushmouth?
>
> Your ears, no.
Well, from the looks of you in your video, you don't have much room to
poke fun. Mushmouth Rob Evans in all his whistle-lisping glory:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-qZVKzGoRA
> Rob
> --
> Rob Evans, mushmouthed non-poet
> -----------
> When I see a swine,
> I must be looking in the mirror
>
> your ripe, brown toothed grin would go over big on YouTube, Rob "Mushmouth" Evans:
>
> >http://web.archive.org/web/20040702200938/http://www.bbc.co.uk/berksh...
>
> > do you really feel comfortable poking fun at my ears, Mushmouth?
>
> > Analyze this:
>
> >http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KEQDFMNcgLA
>
> > <object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://
> >www.youtube.com/v/KEQDFMNcgLA&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param
> > name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param
> > name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://
> >www.youtube.com/v/KEQDFMNcgLA&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-
> > shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"
> > width="425" height="344"></embed></object>
>
> > Under The Radar (Sam Singer Tribute)
> > Under the Radar written by Will Dockery & Sam Singer
>
> > Shadowville All-Stars perform at benefit show for injured bass player
> > Sam Singer, Fall 2006, at the Coin-Op Buiding. Will Dockery, Eileen
> > D'esterno, Brian Mallard and many others contributed. Credits for the
> > players will be added as information becomes available.
>
G&tSP
> "Rob Evans" <mushmouthed-p...@spittle-spew.com> wrote:
> >Will Dockery wrote:
>
> >> Hey dumbo
>
> > > With a face like yours
>
> > > do you really feel comfortable poking fun at my ears, Mushmouth?
>
> > Your ears, no.
>
> Well, from the looks of you in your video, you don't have much room to
> poke fun. Mushmouth Rob Evans in all his whistle-lisping glory:
>
You must admit, though, that some of his poems archived on All Poetry
are quite good:
http://allpoetry.com/Stewie%20Griffin
George Dance
Maybe this is quibbling 40-odd years later, but i wouldn't call that
psychedelic at all; it's garage band. The song it reminds me of most
is one of the Beatles' garage band efforts, "And Your Bird Can Sing."
> the lyrics are
> fun and interesting...they match the song brilliantly.
>
The lyrics are interesting, and it would be interesting to know where
they come from. Will's said the song grew from his edit of the
"Workers" group effort, but I can see other origins. One is
"Portsmouth Thongs," his plan to Houstmanize a Rik Roots poem,
"Portsmouth Thoughts." Here's a link to the latter; note the
"marksman" and the "dice and coins."
http://groups.google.ca/group/rec.arts.poems/msg/11f505a5320ff05b?hl=en
> consider making a shorter version...not to replace
> what would then be the unedited one, but to increase
> the chance of more public exposure.
>
> (they like their McSongs out in t.v. land.)
>
Might give it more of a chance in some radio formats.
> matt
Karla
>On Aug 18, 8:54�pm, Will Dockery <will.dock...@gmail.com> wrote:
>> "Rob Evans" <mushmouthed-p...@spittle-spew.com> wrote:
>> >Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> >> Hey dumbo
>>
>> > > With a face like yours
>>
>> > > do you really feel comfortable poking fun at my ears, Mushmouth?
>>
>> > Your ears, no.
>>
>> Well, from the looks of you in your video, you don't have much room to
>> poke fun. Mushmouth Rob Evans in all his whistle-lisping glory:
>>
>
>You must admit, though, that some of his poems archived on All Poetry
>are quite good:
>
>http://allpoetry.com/Stewie%20Griffin
This link doesn't go to any of Rob's poetry. Is it the wrong link? Or do I need
his user name?
Karla
Rob Evans
"our resident king dumbass squits...
>>
>>
>> > With a face like yours
>>
>> > do you really feel comfortable poking fun at my ears, Mushmouth?
>>
>> Your ears, no.
>
> Well, from the looks of you in your video,
ah, you're about to launch another self-serving opinion of an overweight
narcissist, i.e.
the opinion of a dishonest ignoramus who scribbles unspeakable shit.
You can't write poetry.
You can't actually write a good song lyric so you pass the crud as poetry.
And you have no tools for criticism.
You wouldn't know a fact if it hit you between the eyes (a good trick
considering how close they are together).
So, given that you have nothing to contribute, why are you sniffing behind
me?
Rob
--
Rob Evans
-----------
When I see a swine,
I reach for 45-calibre pearls
Rob Evans
"G&tSP" <gan...@yahoo.ca> wrote in message
news:05251075-97bc-4341...@g10g2000yqh.googlegroups.com...
On Aug 18, 8:54 pm, Will Dockery <will.dock...@gmail.com> wrote:
> "Rob Evans" <mushmouthed-p...@spittle-spew.com> wrote:
> >Will Dockery wrote:
>
> >> Hey dumbo
>
> > > With a face like yours
>
> > > do you really feel comfortable poking fun at my ears, Mushmouth?
>
> > Your ears, no.
>
> Well, from the looks of you in your video, you don't have much room to
> poke fun. Mushmouth Rob Evans in all his whistle-lisping glory:
>
You must admit, though, that some of his poems archived on All Poetry
are quite good:
He has admitted that before and he's done so with many others here. Their
writings, performances and apperances began to get his adverse review once
they opined that his poetry was unspeakable shit.
Hey ho.
Rob
--
Rob Evans
-----------
Poetry is the needle that pricks your finger;
everything else is the haystack.
He
Will Dockery
> "G&tSP" <gand...@yahoo.ca> wrote in message
>
> news:05251075-97bc-4341...@g10g2000yqh.googlegroups.com...
> On Aug 18, 8:54 pm, Will Dockery wrote:
>
> > "Rob Evans" <mushmouthed-p...@spittle-spew.com> wrote:
> > >Will Dockery wrote:
>
> > Well, from the looks of you in your video, you don't have much room to
> > poke fun. Mushmouth Rob Evans in all his whistle-lisping glory:
>
>
> You must admit, though, that some of his poems archived on All Poetry
> are quite good:
>
> He has admitted that before
I did like your "Rumplestiltskin" poem, Mushmouth, and yes, if you
write something that's actually interesting to me then I'll say so...
unfortunately, most of your poetry has been nothing more than dreary
chopped-up-prose, which deal with mundane topics such a "Today Was
Poetry Day"... not good.
--
Under the Radar written by Will Dockery & Sam Singer:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KEQDFMNcgLA
Rob Evans
our resident king dumbass squits...
>>
>> > poke fun. Mushmouth Rob Evans in all his whistle-lisping glory:
>>
>>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-qZVKzGoRA
>>
>> You must admit, though, that some of his poems archived on All Poetry
>> are quite good:
>>
>> He has admitted that before
>
> I did like your "Rumplestiltskin" poem,
You poor sap. You've forgotten that, at the time, you knocked it as whiney
confessional "autobiography". You're such a dishonest twisting slime-bag
you clearly have trouble remembering what "opinion" you conjured up last
time. That's why each one
is the opinion of a dishonest ignoramus who scribbles unspeakable shit.
You can't write poetry.
You can't judge poetry.
You can't actually write a good song lyric so you pass the crud as poetry.
And you have no tools for criticism.
You wouldn't know a fact if it hit you between the eyes (a good trick
considering how close they are together).
So, given that you have nothing to contribute, why are you sniffing behind
me?
Rob
--
Rob Evans
-----------
When I see a swine,
I reach for 45-calibre pearls
Will Dockery
>Will Dockery wrote:
>
> >> > Well, from the looks of you in your video, you don't have much room to
> >> > poke fun. Mushmouth Rob Evans in all his whistle-lisping glory:
>
> >>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-qZVKzGoRA
>
> >> You must admit, though, that some of his poems archived on All Poetry
> >> are quite good:
>
> >> He has admitted that before
>
> > I did like your "Rumplestiltskin" poem,
>
> confessional "autobiography".
Hey, fool, it is what it is, and I liked it for what it was.
I was /entertained/ by it, Mushmouth.
--
Under the Radar by Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KEQDFMNcgLA
Rob Evans
>>
>> >> > Well, from the looks of you in your video, you don't have much room
>> >> > to
>> >> > poke fun. Mushmouth Rob Evans in all his whistle-lisping glory:
>>
>> >>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-qZVKzGoRA
>>
>> >> You must admit, though, that some of his poems archived on All Poetry
>> >> are quite good:
>>
>> >> He has admitted that before
>>
>> > I did like your "Rumplestiltskin" poem,
>>
>> You've forgotten that, at the time, you knocked it as whiney
>> confessional "autobiography".
>
> Hey, fool, it is what it is, and I liked it for what it was.
>
> I was /entertained/ by it, Mushmouth.
>
english adjectives have to change their meaning to the opposite in order to
support your lie now.
That kind of desperate illiteracy explains why your own stuff entertains you
and why you express
automattick
>
> - Show quoted text -
Ghost To Ghost
I wasn't prepared for an outbuilding,
a squat-blocked, concrete afterthought.
It felt more like intensive indifference
in that whispered foot-fall space
between the unmade graves,
the rows of shallow breathing beds,
each waiting to shed its burden
with a discreet fanfare of drawn screens.
You were as I expected, from the call,
an instrumented bundle, wired and tubed
from nose and arm and side,
tied to a bleeping box,
its phosphorescent trace
your only acknowledgement.
A shelved grey puppet, fragile,
effortlessly pinned by the thin coverlet
What could I find to say to you, sleeping,
drifting in drugged, slow decision?
'Do not go gentle' seemed pretentious,
obvious, and anyway you, a knocked-down,
dragged-up boy of the iron valleys,
would have had no time for Dylan's
brass-belled vowels.
We were never for talking or touching, you and I,
so I was surprised when my hand took yours.
I squeezed and waited but
no Hollywood miracle occurred,
the well was too deep, too deep
for any echo.
No, we never talked,
man to boy or man to man
but if echoes do survive
that long returning and if
after all these years you read,
over my shoulder, the memories
in this mirror, then at least
we have talked ghost to ghost
and now you know.
Once, I held your hand.
Rob
--
Rob Evans
i can't stand the cyber personality of mr. evans.
but, he is an extraordinary writer.
one of my favorites online.
matt
Barbara's Cat
> i can't stand the cyber personality of mr. evans.
And yet you noticeably love licking the tail feathers
of imbecilic quackers like goobers Dockery and Dance.
Go figure.
--
Cm~
"Whosoever loveth wisdom is righteous,
but he that keepeth company with fowl
is weird."
- Woody Allen, /Without Feathers/
automattick
thanks for taking the time out to read and respond
to my post.
have a great week.
matt
automattick
and dislike others...that is, i enjoy his music
and poety but dislike his drool.
see..i'm saying it...i'm not afraid...the boogy
man Will Dockery doesn't intimidate me like
he does some of you curs out there.
especially barbara's cat and the poster that
chooses to use the name orson wells.
with that said, i can't stand rob evans cyber
personality, but i enjoy his writing.
can you handle that?
are you gonna be ok?
should i get you a hanky?
matt
Will Dockery
> incidentally...i like some of Will's online work
> and dislike others...that is, i enjoy his music
> and poety but dislike his drool.
Not sure what the "drool" thing is about, maybe my archiving of real-
life events here, such as:
--
Springer Block Party 08/22/2009 - Ryan Hamner, Steve Scott, Randy &
Darlene Dameron with Brent Lindley, Will Dockery, Kenny Miller, Henry
Conley, Dark Queen, Gary Frankfurth:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0ycfTCpRfI
Will Dockery
Writes the shrivelled little crone-man, Mushmouthed Rob Evans.
"We know." -Dennis M. Hammes, Litt. D.
--
"Under the Radar" by Will Dockery & Sam Singer:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KEQDFMNcgLA
Will Dockery
"Karla" wrote:
>"G&tSP" wrote:
>
>>You must admit, though, that some of his poems archived on All Poetry
>>are quite good:
>>
>>http://allpoetry.com/Stewie%20Griffin
>
> This link doesn't go to any of Rob's poetry. Is it the wrong link? Or do I
> need
> his user name?
Do you have the link by any chance, to his "Rumplestiltskin"? One of his
more enjoyable pieces, to me, it was at one time available in a video
version.
--
"Under the Radar" by Will Dockery & Sam Singer:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KEQDFMNcgLA
George Dance
>
> Do you have the link by any chance, to [Rob Evans'] "Rumplestiltskin"? One of his
> more enjoyable pieces, to me, it was at one time available in a video
> version.
>
You can find it on the Stage Upstairs at Beau Blue's poetry/cartoon
site, Cruzio Cafe.
http://www.cruziocafe.com/upstairs.html
(Nor an easy site to navigate, BTW. I couldn't find any place on it to
search for individual poets or poems.
Rob Evans
>
>
the opinions of a dishonest ignoramus who scribbles unspeakable shit.
Will Dockery
>
> > "We know." -Dennis M. Hammes, Litt. D.
>
> Dennis may have had knowledge
May have? You don't know for sure if he had knowledge or not,
Mushmouth?
Rob Evans
"our resident king dumbass squits...
>>
>>
>> Dennis may have had knowledge
>
> May have? You don't know for sure if he had knowledge or not,
> Mushmouth?
>
illiterate oaf who displayed...
Will Dockery
>
> >> > "We know." -Dennis M. Hammes, Litt. D.
>
> >> Dennis may have had knowledge
>
> > May have? You don't know for sure if he had knowledge or not,
> > Mushmouth?
>
> It's quite possible he had knowledge
You didn't know enough about him, about his beliefs and writings, to
know for sure, Mushmouth?
Right, you were too busy sniffing and drooling behind every post by
"Will Dockery" to notice... heh.
Will Dockery
>"Will Dockery" wrote:
>
> > Do you have the link by any chance, to Mushmouth's "Rumplestiltskin"? One of his
> > more enjoyable pieces, to me, it was at one time available in a video
> > version.
>
> You can find it on the Stage Upstairs at Beau Blue's poetry/cartoon
> site, Cruzio Cafe.
>
> http://www.cruziocafe.com/upstairs.html
Hey, thanks, George. I'll have a look, and hope to see you back around
here, soon.
Rob Evans
our resident king dumbass squits...
>> >> > "We know." -Dennis M. Hammes, Litt. D.
>>
>> >> Dennis may have had knowledge
>>
>> > May have? You don't know for sure if he had knowledge or not,
>> > Mushmouth?
>>
>> It's quite possible he had knowledge
>
> You didn't know enough about him, about his beliefs and writings, to
> know for sure, Mushmouth?
>
> Right, you were too busy sniffing and drooling behind every post by
> "Will Dockery" to notice... heh.
>
and yet we all noticed that he generally considered you to be an illiterate
Will Dockery
>Will Dockery wrote:
>
> >> >> > "We know." -Dennis M. Hammes, Litt. D.
>
> >> >> Dennis may have had knowledge
>
> >> > May have? You don't know for sure if he had knowledge or not,
> >> > Mushmouth?
>
> >> It's quite possible he had knowledge
>
> > You didn't know enough about him, about his beliefs and writings, to
> > know for sure, Mushmouth?
>
> > Right, you were too busy sniffing and drooling behind every post by
> > "Will Dockery" to notice... heh.
>
> and yet we all noticed that
Hard to miss since sniffing and drooling behind me is /all/ you do on
these newsgroups, Mushmouth.
Are here you are again, proving me right, again.
Rob Evans
>>
>>
>> >> >> Dennis may have had knowledge
>>
>> >> > May have? You don't know for sure if he had knowledge or not,
>> >> > Mushmouth?
>>
>> >> It's quite possible he had knowledge
>>
>> > You didn't know enough about him, about his beliefs and writings, to
>> > know for sure, Mushmouth?
>>
>> > Right, you were too busy sniffing and drooling behind every post by
>> > "Will Dockery" to notice... heh.
>>
>> and yet we all noticed that
>
> Hard to miss
that he generally considered you to be an illiterate oaf - indeed. It's was
probably due to your constant display of...
Will Dockery
Thanks for giving your opinion, Mushmouth. This one has been
considered good by several folks, so try it and see what you think:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uGY157cpiU
She Sleeps Tight
Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater spine.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.
Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.
Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.
Won't be long,
until I see her face.
She's waiting
in an undisclosed place.
I've been conspired
banned from my muse.
This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.
This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.
In Salem town
she keeps her chin so high.
Darkened breeze
she smiles as I roll by.
Step inside
she looks for tables left.
Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.
Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.
Like a Steamboat
she plans to roll on down.
To the Gulf
out of this dirty town.
Copper mesh
kept stuffed in a jar.
Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.
Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.
We know him
eye deed by his ship.
In a trap
a kind of goosechase trip.
Whiskey fumes
and stale gunsmoke.
Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.
Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.
Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater spine.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.
-Will Dockery (words)
Brian Mallard (music)
©2009 by Dockery-Mallard
Rob Evans
Thanks for giving your opinion
No trouble - here's the complete assessment of yours which is ...
the opinion of a dishonest ignoramus who scribbles unspeakable shit.
Will Dockery
You too, Mushmouth... here's the new one from me, comments and
critique always welcomed:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ot-RTkMkQJo
"Silver Blazing Sun" written by Will Dockery & Brian Mallard,
performed by The Shadowville All-Stars. ©2009 Images composed from
shots by Walter Mallard, P.D. Wilson, Freddie Whitley, and the Public
Domain.
Category: Music
Tags: Will Dockery Brian Mallard John Joiner John Phillips
Crawford Land Josh Becker Shadowville Blueberry Girl Miracleman
Zod
> Shadowville
>
> Almost over,[1]
> almost back [2] to Shadowville.[3]
> Leaving the land [4] of the sky poets, [5]
> rainbow dreamtown. [6]
> After all this,
> I mumble in my sleep.[7]
> After all this,
> comes the high tide. [8]
> Last spark of beauty,[9]
> to steal me for my grim return [10].
> Back to Shadowville,
> where the women can't be trusted, [11]
> they'll make a man do anything. [12]
> From fornication to murder. [13]
> Even turn him into a pimp.[14]
> Almost over,
> almost back to Shadowville.
>
> -Will Dockery
> ......................................................................
>
> [1]
> (a) �Now I'm almost over you, I've almost... � �Almost Over You� [Cindy
> Richardson-
> Walker/Jennifer Kimball]
> (b)
> �Almost over and yet beneath / A rainbow scaffold�s still a thief�
> [�Poemes For Bad Childrene� Francis Yseult-Gardienne]
> (c)
> An opening that almost screams �not worth reading!. It couldn�t be less
> inviting if the poem had been consciously created for a �Worst
> Interesting Poetry Opening� contest. Quite a loud thud...
>
> [2]
> (a)
> �Almost back to my stomach...� [Wrestling Match � Dragongirl Associates
> (Lexi)]
> (b)�Almost back and nearly over, the dream returns with each tide...�
> [�The Infernal Return� Ferdinand de Tresor]
>
> [3]
> (a)
> �...to bring you back to Shadow Poetry.� � [Agreement Form and Ordering
> (Shadows Ink Publications)]
> (b)
> �There are no shadows in this town, a village of rainbows...� [�What The
> Sign In The Crossroad Meant� Eliza Sturn Threshold]
>
> [4]
> (a)�I�m leaving the land of Shiraz� � [Hafiz of Shiraz]
> (b)
> An observant reader might note also the �Sh...� beginning of �Shiraz�
> which is possibly a source for that hackneyed �idea� of �Shadowville�.
> The same applies to the �s...� in �stomach� which covertly refers to the
> beginning of �Shadowville�. �Shadowville� is an intriguingly unoriginal
> concept (the sort of thing that occurs naturally to even the dullest
> child again and again), and one which can be discovered over and over,
> as in the anonyomus folk tune �The Ferry For Shadowtown,� Jonsthan
> Rice�s �Shadowtown,� �Lay o' the Land Shadowtown� [� by Ras...@aol.com],
> �in Shadowtown, where noir characters abound� [�Black Maria� � Kevin
> Young] and particularly intriguing exmaple as it seems to form the basis
> for Will�s entire �idea,�Shadowtown� [John Lutz], Shadowville
> Productions (a poetry site), �Shadowville� [poetry by Michael Bartalos],
> and on and on and on. A stolen concept of no great value, lending to
> itself an air of neurotic kleptomania rather than that of an
> intelligently planned heist. An idiot�s crime.
> (c)
> �Leaving the land, to reap my poetry in the sky...� [Anon. Chinese lament]
>
> [5]
> (a)
> �The Land of the Sky� [Frank Presbrey], �Land of the Big Sky� [common
> sobriquet],
> (b)
> �This land of the sky...� [�His Dream of the Sky-Land� Li Po],
> (c)
> �from the Land of thje Sky-Blue Water� [popular song attributed to
> Charles Wakefield
> Cadman,],
> (d)
> �Asheville: Land of the Sky� [Milton Ready] � another interesting steal,
> since
> �Asheville� is such a close cousin of �Shadowlville� � a multiple theft
> it seems.
> (e)
> �There is the land of the sky...� [from an anonymous Eskimo poem]...and
> on and on and on. Another rather dull yet purloined concept.
> (f)
> �View Profile: Todd the Sky Poet� [from Poet Sanctuary]
> (g)
> �Kevin S. Denney "The Blue Sky Poet of Albuquerque"
> etc.
>
> [6]
> (a)
> �Alright, I noticed you're stealing my characters and my Dreamtown idea�
> [Letdragon, deviantart forum],
> (b)
> �the rainbows that sheltered dreamtown in its shadows� [�High Tide For
> Trusting Women,� Matthew Brenner]
> (c)
> The number of times �rainbow� and either �dreamtown� or variations
> thereof appear in the same text is staggering. Ont thinks a better
> robbery might have been planned.
>
> [7]
> (a)
> �...even if the words I mumble in my sleep...� [personal quotes,
> deviantart formu: from the same site as the stolen �dreamtown�],
> (b)
> �...while I mumble in my sleep...� [Smileandlove, storywrite],
> (c)
> �maybe I mumble in my sleep / because some things are better left
> unsaid...� [Mubmie, Joe Tower]
>
> [8]
> (a)
> �...there comes the high tide in the river...� [�Song of Radha, the
> Milkmaid, Naasatya].
> (b)
> Many many poems use the exact words �high tide� so it is impossible to
> determine precisely which poem Will�s was stolen from here, or if he was
> just channeling the dullest writer he could imagine, but either way,
> this is not an original line.
>
> [9]
> (a)
> �Bright spark of beauty� [�sonnet Found In Laura�s Tomb� � Petrarch]
> (b)
> �To fix one spark of beauty�s...� [Lord Byron]
> (c)
> �Mystical spark of beauty...� [Anaisanais]
> (d)
> �This last spark of beauty�s argument, a grim return of shadows�
> [Augustus the Younger]
> (e)
> �What lasting spark is pimp to dreams?� [Thomas Gagnold Steirs]
>
> [10]
> (a)
> �...when a protector is needed, the Grim returns...� [�The Requiem of
> Sirius Black, Alastor Moody]
> (b)
> �The Fosse Grim Returns to Water� [same, Palantalid]
> (c)
> �...ten slaves, the grim returns of malformed business, murder and
> fornication.� [Trade Pact, 1843]
>
> [11]
> (a)
> �We women can't be trusted. We are as creepy and shallow as can be.�
> [Roberteins]
> (b)
> �Untrusted women, beauties in their shadows.� [�The Root of All
> Constraint Undone� Robert Tallison]
> (c)
> �...if women can�t be trusted, then are our dreams like shadow
> villages?� [�For Your Debating Society,� Oliver Vogelstock
> (d)
> �When and where untrusted women, rainbows of fornication.� [�Shadow
> Nations� Anon]
>
> [12]
> (a)
> �...for you can make a man do anything if you only give your mind to
> it... [�The Bristol Bowl� Edith Nesbit]
> (b)
> �The liquor that Sterret sells, by thunder ! / Would make a man do
> anything,� [�Brand New Ballads� Charles G. Leland
> (c)
> �Save me, she's so hungry
> Make a man do anything
> I know, she gets hungry�
> [�Miracle Child� Uriah Heep]
> (d)
> Again. not a phrase that needs to be unduly explored to comprehend fully
> its essentially �stolen� character, since it occurs and recurs endlessly
> throughout literature. Another rather trite use of theft skills.
>
> [13]
> (a)
> �...breaking every conceivable moral law, from fornication to murder.�
> [Cephas Ministries essay on Aleister Crowley]
> (b)
> �...but progressed from one sin to another: from lust to fornication to
> murder.� [�The Life of Repentance And Purity� Pope Shenouda III]
> (c)
> Again, not such an interestingly distinctive phrase so as to distinguish
> it (and the poem it lies within) from the general run of insignificant
> tripe.
>
>
> Roughly, and not counting the many �near misses� and variations to be
> found, this poem is almost 100 percent �borrowed� � its phrases
> occurring in other poems repeatedly, and (strangely enough) always in
> superior settings, even when the original author is either an amateur or
> even a complete tyro at the art of expression: none of the other texts
> that these phrases are �borrowed� from exhibit its same mixture of
> linguistic ineptitude and egotistical self-regard. In other words: there
> are other inept writers, but most of these will admit � if grudgingly �
> that they lack writing ability, and merely �do� poetry to assuage some
> personal emotional itch. But the mixture here of almost psychopathic
> narcissism and pathological inability approaches being the only unique
> feature of the �poetry�.
>
> dmh
Outdamnstanding
Brooke
NancyGene
“mixture of linguistic ineptitude and egotistical self-regard”
“almost psychopathic narcissism and pathological inability”
Will has not improved in 10 years and shows no sign of doing so.
Michael Pendragon
Michael Pendragon
“[Will Dockery] has admitted that before and he's done so with many others here. Their
writings, performances and appearances began to get his adverse review once
they opined that his poetry was unspeakable shit.”
-- Rafael Corazon