Self Portrait. by Will Dockery
Cainman
<WDockery> wrote in message news:4085...@nexus.comcen.com.au...
> Self Portrait.
>
> I'm an artist,
> my face is the granite.
> Watch me
> see me build myself anew.
>
> Crumble and dissolve
> like idiot solvent.
> These wrinkled eyes
> seek out the idiot.
>
> I create... myself.
> From whatever pieces are handy,
> and I walk---
> a Golem with words to spare.
>
> Like a pigmy-
> like smoke in the air.
> Like a reality that does not care.
> Squint my eyes,
> stoned in the glare.
>
> Covered in patches
> I'll have a Brady Alexander.
> Face like cut granite
> stand me in some court square.
>
> -Will Dockery
>
>
That has got to be the most god-awful, pot-induced shit I have ever read!
Will Dockery
>> Alex Cain wrote:
You actually read much poetry, Alex?
Will
Art, music, poetry of Will Dockery:
http://www.lulu.com/dockery
david rutkowski
<clip>
>
> That has got to be the most god-awful, pot-induced shit I have ever read!
>
Maybe for National Poetry Month, people should post their worst
god-awful pot-induced poems. It's been a long time, but perhaps:
was that a tampon
or a soviet missile
i'm so stoned
sex is just another way
of looking up calculus
i have this key-ring
and the five secrets of life
sound like the chimes
on some doorbell
shit man they are
like people coming to visit
is the essence
even that death guy
clomped a donut
in his lipless smile
and told the funniest
bone joke now pass me
that reef
thief
Cainman
"Will Dockery" <will_d...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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I graduated with a Bachelors of the Arts in English, Will. I read so much
poetry along the way that I got sick of it. But I can assure you that no
where did I ever read such idiotic, jumbled, stupid, half-assed,
monkey-scratch like that. It's pretty evident to children and adults alike
that the pot has screwed up your head to the point of no return.
Cainman
"david rutkowski" <david...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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> Cainman wrote:
> <clip>
> >
> > That has got to be the most god-awful, pot-induced shit I have ever
read!
> >
>
> Maybe for National Poetry Month, people should post their worst
> god-awful pot-induced poems. It's been a long time, but perhaps:
>
> was that a tampon
> or a soviet missile
Will's poem is probably somewhere in between...not exactly Cuban Missile
Crisis but certainly no feminine hygiene product either.
Rik Roots
>> You actually read much poetry, Alex?
>>
> I graduated with a Bachelors of the Arts in English, Will. I read so much
> poetry along the way that I got sick of it. But I can assure you that no
> where did I ever read such idiotic, jumbled, stupid, half-assed,
> monkey-scratch like that. It's pretty evident to children and adults
> alike that the pot has screwed up your head to the point of no return.
>
I graduated with fuck all, so I can comment from the other end of the
spectrum.
I disagree that Will's poem is /complete/ shit. There's a hint of poetry in
the following strophe:
>> > I create... myself.
>> > From whatever pieces are handy,
>> > and I walk---
>> > a Golem with words to spare.
Indeed, that last line has strong signs of being a decent line of poetry.
(apologies to Jim)
You were right about the rest, though.
Rik, knee deep.
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kittlesthekat
Only the love poems his boyfriend sends him.
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Cainman
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Rusty the whining pizza boy with a gay lame. How sad.
kittlesthekat
Cain, I sincerely doubt you had the ambition and fortitude to graduate
from any fucking thing except, possibly, high school.
I will not believe you have a BA in *anything* until I see the diploma.
kittlesthekat
"Tuesday, a Drug Hallucination"
Russell B Waters
4/20/2004
Monkey ass, bright and fuzzy
a cup of tea
two birds descend toward
an unsuspecting gazelle
they shit on its head
chittering in a nearby tree
a squirrel
laughing its ass off
Camaros fly down the lane
a dog farts
two fire hydrants on adjacent corners
the man with the paper has bad hygiene
It is Tuesday
where did the heart of stone go?
Rivulets, self pity, a fat man with a cane
origami yields to structure, the bench bows
Wind, training bras, rippling water
a sasquatch eats a leaf
the sun falls behind a mountain
my penis erupts with foamy goodness.
As I pass out, in the shade, a beer next to me
a dog carouses, a cat warbles, the tse tse flies
consume an orange.
Five P.M. comes and goes, I'm still out.
Everywhere is anywhere, and that is all
it is linear
bumbling past idiotic school girls
a crossing guard eyes spastic kids.
Cainman
Pizza boys usually do find it difficult to comprehend higher education and
learning, Rusty.
> I will not believe you have a BA in *anything* until I see the diploma.
Suck it, Rusty. I have no need or requirement to justify myself to a
whining idiot like you.
Cainman
You need to stop drinking the expired milk, Rusty.
kittlesthekat
Lack of denial noted.
And "suck it"?
I'm not gay, Cain, but thanks for caring.
kittlesthekat
Hey, come on, you gotta admit that was funny.
Dennis M. Hammes
I thot it was shit-induced pot, but whatever.
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and the instrument plays itself. -- J.S. Bach
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Dennis M. Hammes
Tsk.
"Pot" is "illegal," and you may note throughout his "PO-ems" that
the Dockery is a "Good Little Boy."
Thus, when Cheech Marin said, "Hey, let's roll this shit up and
smoke it," that's /exactly/ what the Dockery did.
Most cleverly, he uses his own. That way, he not only "transcends
the fart," he is always "completely original" without the least
remaining hint of the "derivative."
Dennis M. Hammes
Not even since 1964, when Mommy ordered Printed so much grant
"money" to achieve her Baby's Equal Rights to be "Not Left Behind,"
that inside four years, "B.A." meant "Bagging Assistant"?
And the term "diploma mill" is already some two decades older,
having been set up to relieve vets of their Montgomery grants.
>
> --
> Heck is where people go who don't believe in Gosh.
You misspelled "Goth."
Dennis M. Hammes
Tsk. They couldn't calculate the bill for the pizza, a sixth-grade
endeavour, were it not contained in a register button with the name
of the pizza on it in one word.
Do not, repeat "not," /ever/ try to alter the order from exactly
what's listed on the menu or coupon.
>
> > I will not believe you have a BA in *anything* until I see the diploma.
>
> Suck it, Rusty. I have no need or requirement to justify myself to a
> whining idiot like you.
You don't even have any requirement to justify yourself to a whining
idiot like /me/; if your pome fails, no further justification is
possible.
Dennis M. Hammes
I don't think Dockery sends /him/ love pomes, but then you guys
aren't regulars on r.a.p.; it /could/ be possible.
Dennis M. Hammes
No, Tommy Bishop of r.a.p. is the lame gay.
Dennis M. Hammes
Yes -- Dockery so routinely fails of the "hygiene" part, doesn't he.
Doesn't matter; if you've ever lived with a woman, you'll know
that it's "any plug in a crisis." I.e., even Dockery has a
potential market.
Dennis M. Hammes
Hey. It ain't easy, bein' cheesy.
Dennis M. Hammes
>
> Cainman wrote:
>
> >> You actually read much poetry, Alex?
> >>
> > I graduated with a Bachelors of the Arts in English, Will. I read so much
> > poetry along the way that I got sick of it. But I can assure you that no
> > where did I ever read such idiotic, jumbled, stupid, half-assed,
> > monkey-scratch like that. It's pretty evident to children and adults
> > alike that the pot has screwed up your head to the point of no return.
> >
> I graduated with fuck all, so I can comment from the other end of the
> spectrum.
>
> I disagree that Will's poem is /complete/ shit. There's a hint of poetry in
> the following strophe:
>
> >> > I create... myself.
> >> > From whatever pieces are handy,
> >> > and I walk---
> >> > a Golem with words to spare.
>
> Indeed, that last line has strong signs of being a decent line of poetry.
Indeed, it's the reason we're the least inclined to tolerate him in
any sense on first or few exposures.
But
"a Golem with words to spare"
also literally and correctly describes a Pometry Generator.
And once one is over the putative novelty that machine-Generated
"poultry" /can be/ Generated by a machine, every drijblet of what
comes out of it is correctly known as "unspeakable shit."
It's essentially what "golem" means in Hebrew, including all
connotations and subsequents.
That one would /brag/ of being a golem merely identifies an
illiterate.
Another term for "golem" or "Pometry Generator" in the case is
"parrot-monkey," though a real monkey has better aim with his shit
on average.
>
> (apologies to Jim)
>
> You were right about the rest, though.
>
> Rik, knee deep.
> --
> The Usenet Poetry Groups "Rogues Gallery"
> http://www.kalieda.org/photos/rogues-gallery.html
>
> Download Rik's poetry chapbooks for free from
> http://www.kalieda.org/poems/xbuy.html
>
> Clot: the searchable online poetry magazine listing service
> http://www.kalieda.org/clot/clot.php
Dennis M. Hammes
> over the past 35 years.
Oh, but there's the rub. It /does/.
It uses Certain Words.
It mouths Certain Ideas.
It Doesn't Reach The Right Margin.
And it stirs the bits up in A Transcendental Manner.
That the transcendence is that of "pink noise" colored vaguely by
his favorite psychosis of the moment makes it appear in the first
approximation to have Direction, yea even unto Meaning.
His victims never get past the appearance.
I.e., the "resemblance to any poetry."
Will Dockery
Cainman
"Meat-->Plow" <Me...@petitmorte.net> wrote in message
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> On Tue, 20 Apr 2004 17:30:36 -0400, "Cainman"
<noe...@there.invalid>,wrote:
incoherent
> screed that Will calls poetry. Either Will is over or under medicating
with
> prescribed psychotropic drugs or he's being misdiagnosed. Those are the
rants of
> a lunatic, not a poet.
Must be whatever he's throwing in with the pot then. I don't doubt he's
using more than just marijuana; I just have to wonder what it is. He doesn'
t strike me as a heroine type. Paint cans, yes, but not heroine.
Cainman
So you admit to drinking on the job, Will?
Will Dockery
> > > >
> > > > I'm an artist,
> > > > my face is the granite.
> > > > Watch me
> > > > see me build myself anew.
> > > >
> > > > Crumble and dissolve
> > > > like idiot solvent.
> > > > These wrinkled eyes
> > > > seek out the idiot.
> > > >
> > > > I create... myself.
> > > > From whatever pieces are handy,
> > > > and I walk---
> > > > a Golem with words to spare.
> > > >
> > > > Like a pigmy-
> > > > like smoke in the air.
> > > > Like a reality that does not care.
> > > > Squint my eyes,
> > > > stoned in the glare.
> > > >
> > > > Covered in patches
> > > > I'll have a Brady Alexander.
> > > > Face like cut granite
> > > > stand me in some court square.
> > > >
> > > > -Will Dockery
> > > >> Alex Cain wrote:
> > > >> Must be whatever he's throwing in with the pot then. I don't doubt >> > >> he's
> > > >> using more than just marijuana; I just have to wonder what it is. He > > > >> doesn't
> > > >> strike me as a heroine type. Paint cans, yes, but not heroine.
There's no *e* in *heroin*, college boy.
kittlesthekat
Yes, adding an "e" turns an illegal drug into a damsel who is brave.
--
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I use Usenet Monster to post on usenet, it's anonymous (which means
Will Dockery
Will Dockery
> See there, Will. See why I quit hanging out with
> literazzi
> in those online poetry groups. The Internet is full
> of
> Alex's...Alexes...Alexi, whatever the plural of Alex
> is.
> Lose those dweebs. My favorite was the guy that
> called me a
> detritivore. I can only presume that he was supposed
> to be
> doing his biology homework.
>
> D.
Yep, but they're fun on some level, because they usually turn out to
be no-talent jackasses... Alex way up near the top of the list.
Will
> =====
> http://profiles.yahoo.com/BeatLit
Will Dockery
> > > >>Self Portrait.
> > > >>
> > > >>I'm an artist,
> > > >>my face is the granite.
> > > >>Watch me
> > > >>see me build myself anew.
> > > >>
> > > >>Crumble and dissolve
> > > >>like idiot solvent.
> > > >>These wrinkled eyes
> > > >>seek out the idiot.
> > > >>
> > > >>I create... myself.
> > > >>From whatever pieces are handy,
> > > >>and I walk---
> > > >>a Golem with words to spare.
> > > >>
> > > >>Like a pigmy-
> > > >>like smoke in the air.
> > > >>Like a reality that does not care.
> > > >>Squint my eyes,
> > > >>stoned in the glare.
> > > >>
> > > >>Covered in patches
> > > >>I'll have a Brady Alexander.
> > > >>Face like cut granite
> > > >>stand me in some court square.
> > > >>
> > > >>-Will Dockery
> > > "Tuesday, a Drug Hallucination"
Damn fine poem, actually... from someone who doesn't read much, or
apparently write much poetry, you've blown away most of the mavencrits
of "a.a.p.c." with a fell swoop.
Will
kittlesthekat
Thank you, buddy.
Rusty
Will Dockery
>
> > > > > Tuesday With Little Spain.
> > > > >
> > > > > And I am shoved back into this night life.
> > > > > Well, she said, she said,
> > > > > she said it was impossible.
> > > > > There is a place, it smoulders,
> > > > > it is the past, dreamtime,
> > > > > wander these dark corridors of memory.
> > > > > I sleep so deep, I don't like to sleep,
> > > > > my dreams threaten to take me away.
> > > > >
> > > > > Floating in a sea of bad vibes,
> > > > > I do these things over and over,
> > > > > repentatively, feel regret
> > > > > but keep doing it over and over.
> > > > > Then the whole thing becomes a blur.
> > > > > Grey and pasted,
> > > > > patched together with spackling
> > > > > and sheet rock mud,
> > > > > a disgusted perversion of humanity.
> > > > >
> > > > > During the decline and fall of poetry,
> > > > > in the summer of sardonic excess,
> > > > > I sat with Little Spain on her steps,
> > > > > and felt her softness.
> > > > > Still a sky poet, though tattered and glowing,
> > > > > brought down from Blue Territory,
> > > > > no longer in Blue Territory.
> > > > > I wandered by a cold river
> > > > > in the flaming copper land of summer.
> > > > >
> > > > > This complete process of remaking we had,
> > > > > your mix of pales and shades,
> > > > > your, disctinctive, mythic self,
> > > > > one distinct sing of your eyes...
> > > > > I must bitterly understand our fate,
> > > > > we were never meant to be,
> > > > > Like lost in the mirror'd rooms of a crazy house.
> > > > >
> > > > > Crimson on the napkins,
> > > > > pink fuzz on the clover.
> > > > > Maneuver to the left, and forward,
> > > > > into a mud soaked future.
> > > > >
> > > > > -Will Dockery
> > > >
>
> > Most people don't understand the shit you try to pass off as "poetry,"
Will.
> > It's the drugs and alcohol. You need to lay off both, pizza boy.
>
> Of course you don't understand the poem, Alex. You're an ignorant boy. And
a troll.
I'm an English major, Will. I don't understand the poem because it
was
written by a pothead with a delusional sense of reality.
You're an English major, who also happens to be an ignorant boy, and a
troll. Use that education and post one of your poems... the whole wide
world is waiting... or not.
Will Dockery
> I want a print out of that one.
>
> :-)
>
> Tom
Kinda makes me want a beer.
Will Dockery
> See there, Will. See why I quit hanging out with
> literazzi
> in those online poetry groups. The Internet is full
> of
> Alex's...Alexes...Alexi, whatever the plural of Alex
> is.
> Lose those dweebs. My favorite was the guy that
> called me a
> detritivore. I can only presume that he was supposed
> to be
> doing his biology homework.
>
> D.
Yep, but they're fun on some level, because they
usually turn out to be no-talent jackasses... Alex way
up near the top of the list.
Will
> > > Self Portrait.
> > >
> > > I'm an artist,
> > > my face is the granite.
> > > Watch me
> > > see me build myself anew.
> > >
> > > Crumble and dissolve
> > > like idiot solvent.
> > > These wrinkled eyes
> > > seek out the idiot.
> > >
> > > I create... myself.
> > > From whatever pieces are handy,
> > > and I walk---
> > > a Golem with words to spare.
> > >
> > > Like a pigmy-
> > > like smoke in the air.
> > > Like a reality that does not care.
> > > Squint my eyes,
> > > stoned in the glare.
> > >
> > > Covered in patches
> > > I'll have a Brady Alexander.
> > > Face like cut granite
> > > stand me in some court square.
> > >
> > > -Will Dockery
> > >
> > >> Alex Cain wrote:
> >
> > >>That has got to be the most god-awful,
> pot-induced
> > shit I have ever read!
> >
> > You actually read much poetry, Alex?
> > Will
> >
> > Art, music, poetry of Will Dockery:
> > http://www.lulu.com/dockery
>
> =====
> http://profiles.yahoo.com/BeatLit
> > >> > > "Tuesday, a Drug Hallucination"
Will Dockery
> > Self Portrait.
> >
> > I'm an artist,
> > my face is the granite.
> > Watch me
> > see me build myself anew.
>
> I am a sculptor,
> my face is granite.
> Watch me
> chisel myself again.
>
> ------
>
> I am a sculptor,
> my face is stone.
> Watch me
> rebuild myself
>
> -----
>
> I'm a painter
> my face is canvas.
> Watch me
> recreate myself
>
> -----
>
> I'm an artist,
> my face is blank again.
> Watch me
> recreate myself
>
> etc.
>
> Renay
***See? Even Renay can contribute something worthwhile to the ng...
I'd forgotten this moment, and warrants a tip of the hat.
Will
> > >> Self Portrait.
> > >>
> > >> I'm an artist,
> > >> my face is the granite.
> > >> Watch me
> > >> see me build myself anew.
> > >>
> > >> Crumble and dissolve
> > >> like idiot solvent.
> > >> These wrinkled eyes
> > >> seek out the idiot.
> > >>
> > >> I create... myself.
> > >> From whatever pieces are handy,
> > >> and I walk---
> > >> a Golem with words to spare.
> > >>
> > >> Like a pigmy-
> > >> like smoke in the air.
> > >> Like a reality that does not care.
> > >> Squint my eyes,
> > >> stoned in the glare.
> > >>
> > >> Covered in patches
> > >> I'll have a Brandy Alexander.
Will Dockery
>
> I'm an artist,
> my face is the granite.
> Watch me
> see me build myself anew.
>
> Crumble and dissolve
> like idiot solvent.
> These wrinkled eyes
> seek out the idiot.
>
> I create... myself.
> From whatever pieces are handy,
> and I walk---
> a Golem with words to spare.
>
> Like a pigmy-
> like smoke in the air.
> Like a reality that does not care.
> Squint my eyes,
> stoned in the glare.
>
> Covered in patches
> Face like cut granite
> stand me in some court square.
>
> -Will Dockery
In my opinion your best work so far.
Unfo. S4 line to many and the whole rigs on a 5 minute job.
However keep up the good work, whish you where as frequent as I am, on all grounds.
Maybe it would help a change of mind in the eyes of the beholders?
Thourn Whaul
ȼǻ
---
### Perhaps you're right, Thourn. I might try that.
Will
Will Dockery
I'll post my three new poems today. I feel they're my best yet.
Will
=====
Will Dockery
> > I disagree that Will's poem is /complete/ shit. There's a hint of poetry in
> > the following strophe:
> >
> > >> > I create... myself.
> > >> > From whatever pieces are handy,
> > >> > and I walk---
> > >> > a Golem with words to spare.
> >
> > Indeed, that last line has strong signs of being a decent line of poetry.
>
> Indeed, it's the reason we're the least inclined to tolerate him in
> any sense on first or few exposures.
Thanks,
> > > >>Self Portrait.
> > > >>
> > > >>I'm an artist,
> > > >>my face is the granite.
> > > >>Watch me
> > > >>see me build myself anew.
> > > >>
> > > >>Crumble and dissolve
> > > >>like idiot solvent.
> > > >>These wrinkled eyes
> > > >>seek out the idiot.
> > > >>
> > > >>I create... myself.
> > > >>From whatever pieces are handy,
> > > >>and I walk---
> > > >>a Golem with words to spare.
> > > >>
> > > >>Like a pigmy-
> > > >>like smoke in the air.
> > > >>Like a reality that does not care.
> > > >>Squint my eyes,
> > > >>stoned in the glare.
> > > >>
> > > >>Covered in patches
> > > >>I'll have a Brandy Alexander.
> > > >>Face like cut granite
> > > >>stand me in some court square.
> > > >>
> > > >>-Will Dockery
ULA
http://LiteraryRevolution.com
Little Bird
"Will Dockery" <fearde...@yahoo.com> wrote in message news:47fc49bd.04051...@posting.google.com...
> > Rik Roots wrote:
>
> > > I disagree that Will's poem is /complete/ shit. There's a hint of poetry in
> > > the following strophe:
> > >
> > > >> > I create... myself.
> > > >> > From whatever pieces are handy,
> > > >> > and I walk---
> > > >> > a Golem with words to spare.
> > >
> > > Indeed, that last line has strong signs of being a decent line of poetry.
> >
> > Indeed, it's the reason we're the least inclined to tolerate him in
> > any sense on first or few exposures.
>
> Thanks,
Why thank him for being a pompous ass?
The concept that he has a /vote/ is ludicrous.
The concept that he is a /we/ is beyond ludicrous.
Why the moron doesn't sit down and shut up I'll never understand.
He makes a fool of himself constantly.
--
Tom Bishop -- http://Poetic.ZapTo.Org
"To judge from the notions expounded by theologians,
one must conclude that God created most men
simply with a view to crowding hell." -Marquis de Sade
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Will Dockery
> > > Rik Roots wrote:
>
> > > > I disagree that Will's poem is /complete/ shit. There's a hint of poetry in
> > > > the following strophe:
> > > >
> > > > >> > I create... myself.
> > > > >> > From whatever pieces are handy,
> > > > >> > and I walk---
> > > > >> > a Golem with words to spare.
> > > >
> > > > Indeed, that last line has strong signs of being a decent line of poetry.
> > >
> > > Indeed, it's the reason we're the least inclined to tolerate him in
> > > any sense on first or few exposures.
> >
> > Thanks,
>
>
> Why thank him for being a pompous ass?
>
> The concept that he has a /vote/ is ludicrous.
> The concept that he is a /we/ is beyond ludicrous.
>
> Why the moron doesn't sit down and shut up I'll never understand.
>
> He makes a fool of himself constantly.
Does he post any poetry?
Little Bird
>
> > > > Rik Roots wrote:
> >
> > > > > I disagree that Will's poem is /complete/ shit. There's a hint of poetry in
> > > > > the following strophe:
> > > > >
> > > > > >> > I create... myself.
> > > > > >> > From whatever pieces are handy,
> > > > > >> > and I walk---
> > > > > >> > a Golem with words to spare.
> > > > >
> > > > > Indeed, that last line has strong signs of being a decent line of poetry.
> > > >
> > > > Indeed, it's the reason we're the least inclined to tolerate him in
> > > > any sense on first or few exposures.
> > >
> > > Thanks,
> >
> >
> > Why thank him for being a pompous ass?
> >
> > The concept that he has a /vote/ is ludicrous.
> > The concept that he is a /we/ is beyond ludicrous.
> >
> > Why the moron doesn't sit down and shut up I'll never understand.
> >
> > He makes a fool of himself constantly.
>
> Does he post any poetry?
Of course, but I prefer to step around /that/.
This Self Portait should rant on for longer, IMO.
Will Dockery
>
> > > > Rik Roots wrote:
> >
> > > > > I disagree that Will's poem is /complete/ shit. There's a hint of poetry in
> > > > > the following strophe:
> > > > >
> > > > > >> > I create... myself.
> > > > > >> > From whatever pieces are handy,
> > > > > >> > and I walk---
> > > > > >> > a Golem with words to spare.
> > > > >
> > > > > Indeed, that last line has strong signs of being a decent line of poetry.
> > > >
> > > > Indeed, it's the reason we're the least inclined to tolerate him in
> > > > any sense on first or few exposures.
> > >
> > > Thanks,
> >
> >
> > Why thank him for being a pompous ass?
> >
> > The concept that he has a /vote/ is ludicrous.
> > The concept that he is a /we/ is beyond ludicrous.
> >
> > Why the moron doesn't sit down and shut up I'll never understand.
> >
> > He makes a fool of himself constantly.
>
Of course, but I prefer to step around /that/.
*** Is it a Hammes turd or a gnarled Root?
This Self Portait should rant on for longer, IMO.
*** A self portrait *should* be an ongoing thing. Each look into the
mirror, a new take.
Will Dockery
> >>Self Portrait.
> >>
> >>I'm an artist,
> >>my face is the granite.
> >>Watch me
> >>see me build myself anew.
> >>
> >>Crumble and dissolve
> >>like idiot solvent.
> >>These wrinkled eyes
> >>seek out the idiot.
> >>
> >>I create... myself.
> >>From whatever pieces are handy,
> >>and I walk---
> >>a Golem with words to spare.
> >>
> >>Like a pigmy-
> >>like smoke in the air.
> >>Like a reality that does not care.
> >>Squint my eyes,
> >>stoned in the glare.
> >>
> >>Covered in patches
> >>I'll have a Brady Alexander.
> >>Face like cut granite
> >>stand me in some court square.
> >>
> >>-Will Dockery
> >>
> >>
> >
> >
> >>>Alex Cain wrote:
> >
> >
> >>>That has got to be the most god-awful, pot-induced shit I have ever read!
> >
> >
> > You actually read much poetry, Alex?
> > Will
> >
> > Art, music, poetry of Will Dockery:
> > http://www.lulu.com/dockery
>
> Only the love poems his boyfriend sends him.
Someone with a midget fetish?
Cainman
Why don't the two of you just get a hotel room with a large anchovy and be
done with it?
Will Dockery
> > > >>Self Portrait.
> > > >>
> > > >>I'm an artist,
> > > >>my face is the granite.
> > > >>Watch me
> > > >>see me build myself anew.
> > > >>
> > > >>Crumble and dissolve
> > > >>like idiot solvent.
> > > >>These wrinkled eyes
> > > >>seek out the idiot.
> > > >>
> > > >>I create... myself.
> > > >>From whatever pieces are handy,
> > > >>and I walk---
> > > >>a Golem with words to spare.
> > > >>
> > > >>Like a pigmy-
> > > >>like smoke in the air.
> > > >>Like a reality that does not care.
> > > >>Squint my eyes,
> > > >>stoned in the glare.
> > > >>
> > > >>Covered in patches
> > > >>I'll have a Brandy Alexander.
> > > >>Face like cut granite
> > > >>stand me in some court square.
> > > >>
> > > >>-Will Dockery
>
> > > > Art, music, poetry of Will Dockery:
> > > > http://www.lulu.com/dockery
> > >
> > > Only the love poems his boyfriend sends him.
> >
> > Someone with a midget fetish?
>
> Why don't the two of you just get a hotel room with a large anchovy and be
> done with it?
And perhaps a case of beer and a couple of hookers.
Tom Not Morphing
The cainan guy is just one-liner stupid.
Why respond?
(wish you wouldn't... these people mean so little)
Will Dockery
> > > > > >>Self Portrait.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>I'm an artist,
> > > > > >>my face is the granite.
> > > > > >>Watch me
> > > > > >>see me build myself anew.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Crumble and dissolve
> > > > > >>like idiot solvent.
> > > > > >>These wrinkled eyes
> > > > > >>seek out the idiot.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>I create... myself.
> > > > > >>From whatever pieces are handy,
> > > > > >>and I walk---
> > > > > >>a Golem with words to spare.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Like a pigmy-
> > > > > >>like smoke in the air.
> > > > > >>Like a reality that does not care.
> > > > > >>Squint my eyes,
> > > > > >>stoned in the glare.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>Covered in patches
> > > > > >>I'll have a Brandy Alexander.
> > > > > >>Face like cut granite
> > > > > >>stand me in some court square.
> > > > > >>
> > > > > >>-Will Dockery
> > > > > Only the love poems his boyfriend sends him.
> > > >
> > > > Someone with a midget fetish?
> > >
> > > Why don't the two of you just get a hotel room with a large anchovy and be
> > > done with it?
> >
> > And perhaps a case of beer and a couple of hookers.
> >
>
> The cainman guy is just one-liner stupid.
>
> Why respond?
>
> (wish you wouldn't... these people mean so little)
These were some of the trolls Peter ross recently invited/brought in,
and you're right: their "banter" isn't worth much... less even than
Ross' himself. Which is bottom barrel nothingness to begin with. I
might try to ignore some of them.
=====
Tom Not Morphing
> >
> > The cainman guy is just one-liner stupid.
> >
> > Why respond?
> >
> > (wish you wouldn't... these people mean so little)
>
> These were some of the trolls Peter ross recently invited/brought in,
> and you're right: their "banter" isn't worth much... less even than
> Ross' himself. Which is bottom barrel nothingness to begin with. I
> might try to ignore some of them.
He saw how I ignore him and mikey and he is imitating me.
Only thing is -- me ignoring him will never end.
You should adopt a disipline to never respond to cainman, ever.
The freaks look funny dangling off your threads...
Think of them as fringe.
Will Dockery
> > > > >>Self Portrait.
> > > > >>
> > > > >>I'm an artist,
> > > > >>my face is the granite.
> > > > >>Watch me
> > > > >>see me build myself anew.
> > > > >>
> > > > >>Crumble and dissolve
> > > > >>like idiot solvent.
> > > > >>These wrinkled eyes
> > > > >>seek out the idiot.
> > > > >>
> > > > >>I create... myself.
> > > > >>From whatever pieces are handy,
> > > > >>and I walk---
> > > > >>a Golem with words to spare.
> > > > >>
> > > > >>Like a pigmy-
> > > > >>like smoke in the air.
> > > > >>Like a reality that does not care.
> > > > >>Squint my eyes,
> > > > >>stoned in the glare.
> > > > >>
> > > > >>Covered in patches
> > > > >>I'll have a Brandy Alexander.
> > > > >>Face like cut granite
> > > > >>stand me in some court square.
> > > > >>
> > > > >>-Will Dockery
>
> The freaks look funny dangling off your threads...
>
> Think of them as fringe.
Even funnier looking now that the fringe is beginning to melt down.
Tom Bishop
> > Think of them as fringe.
>
> Even funnier looking now that the fringe is beginning to melt down.
>
Their few days of /not speaking to us/ has now shown that
they have nothing /else/ to talk about.
(Which is what I expected.)
Will Dockery
And, besides an effort each from Dale Houstman and Rik Roots, not a
single one has posted any poetry. They have, however, come out in full
force to drive the several newbies away, and of course, stepped up
their Dockery persecution campaign. But, *no* poetry. It gets lonely
being one of the few poets with the guts to post on Usenet.
> >>Self Portrait.
> >>
> >>I'm an artist,
> >>my face is the granite.
> >>Watch me
> >>see me build myself anew.
> >>
> >>Crumble and dissolve
> >>like idiot solvent.
> >>These wrinkled eyes
> >>seek out the idiot.
> >>
> >>I create... myself.
> >>From whatever pieces are handy,
> >>and I walk---
> >>a Golem with words to spare.
> >>
> >>Like a pigmy-
> >>like smoke in the air.
> >>Like a reality that does not care.
> >>Squint my eyes,
> >>stoned in the glare.
> >>
> >>Covered in patches
> >>I'll have a Brady Alexander.
Tom Bishop
> "Tom Bishop" <delt...@sbc-elidethis-global.net> wrote
>
> > > > Think of them as fringe.
> > >
> > > Even funnier looking now that the fringe is beginning to melt down.
> > >
> >
> > Their few days of /not speaking to us/ has now shown that
> > they have nothing /else/ to talk about.
> >
> > (Which is what I expected.)
>
> And, besides an effort each from Dale Houstman and Rik Roots, not a
> single one has posted any poetry.
Yes they do.
I like Dale's more than Rik's.
But Dennis is the smartest. I bet he really has a muscle
in his head.
Or is that mussel?
> They have, however, come out in full
> force to drive the several newbies away, and of course, stepped up
> their Dockery persecution campaign. But, *no* poetry. It gets lonely
> being one of the few poets with the guts to post on Usenet.
I just posted one. :-)
.. about a poem that got away from me.
Rik Roots
> And, besides an effort each from Dale Houstman and Rik Roots, not a
> single one has posted any poetry.
>
4 poems in 6 days. Keep up, Will.
> They have, however, come out in full
> force to drive the several newbies away, and of course, stepped up
> their Dockery persecution campaign.
>
Have I? News to me!
> But, *no* poetry. It gets lonely
> being one of the few poets with the guts to post on Usenet.
>
Just have to love a sweeping statement!
<snip>
Rik, knee deep.
--
http://www.kalieda.org
Pop in for a browse, when you have a moment to spare ...
Paul D
> "Tom Bishop" <delt...@sbc-elidethis-global.net> wrote
>
> > > > Think of them as fringe.
> > >
> > > Even funnier looking now that the fringe is beginning to melt down.
> > >
> >
> > Their few days of /not speaking to us/ has now shown that
> > they have nothing /else/ to talk about.
> >
> > (Which is what I expected.)
>
> And, besides an effort each from Dale Houstman and Rik Roots, not a
> single one has posted any poetry. They have, however, come out in full
> force to drive the several newbies away, and of course, stepped up
> their Dockery persecution campaign. But, *no* poetry. It gets lonely
> being one of the few poets with the guts to post on Usenet.
loose bass contributed the spider
with pottery paddled joyful aggression
the gully of chilly instinct
froze its first squealing evil
aimless bordello approved the band
while penthouse planed physical confusion
the fireman of humorless revulsion
drifted his full young ambivalence
joyful water roped the husband
but limousine surged material pride
the oven cleaner of healthy passion
repulsed her present bashful satisfaction
mixed shore stretched the idea
but opening descended bright aggression
the signal of responsible difficulty
dumped her crooked beautiful success
beclouded pharmacy separated the region
as moment jostled blemished failure
the enclosure of public aggression
created our breezy cadaverous sincerity
same soot fossilized the sail
and lotus embarrassed narrow beauty
the shirt of wild disgust
continued her hidden brittle honesty
pleasant dungaree afforded the salami
but garbage offended aloof honesty
the reception of feeble creativity
outraged its dry married jealousy
tight villa dwelt the grade
and candle departed sharp jealousy
the railing of empty belief
swatted our electric clean solitude
public whale willed the denim
while metaphor skated beclouded honesty
the paperback of strong humor
yelled his immense fat serenity
beautiful girl canoed the tumbler
as washboard broke pompous honesty
the shingle of apocalyptic understanding
hatched their equal kind wisdom
bleeding grove inclined the sack
and bubble clapped open despair
the zoo of torn emotion
paid our bottomless strange emotion
whispering patent identified the mermaid
but step father taught dead pity
the stable of chemical sincerity
chipped her violent empty greed
necessary contour transformed the utility
while spigot helped dear happiness
the expiration of quick disappointment
fed their befuddled purring greed
frequent string strung the bicycle
and yacht club chipped humorless solitude
the tint of acquisitive ambivalence
veered his acquisitive bedeviled horror
great gastrula paneled the mortar
as cleavage bought low cooperation
the cent of artful cowardice
napped their serious harsh disappointment
breathless array equilibrated the scull
with weasel communicated poor foolishness
the multiplex of probable pity
inclined his long dark solitude
open rope searched the animus
as tuberculosis managed bad heroism
the duck of bashful progress
resisted their befuddled present belief
big fog offended the partner
as brake splashed modern loss
the lighter of ageless reason
rang his many agreeable madness
strange trench explained the croissant
and camouflage splashed bewitched peace
the cap of wide faith
spent our fat untold regret
cut reception tumbled the quartz
but porcupine defended cold sacrifice
the airplane of agile sorrow
washed my brown amenable failure
ragged beef remained the estrogen
and silk gambled separate instinct
the patina of cadaverous knowledge
dehydrated its pleasant humorless intuition
probable dollar abused the fuse
with crab radiated husky conflict
the zone of different faith
choose her red calm anger
miniature sail skated the pupa
while luxury hired bountiful rage
the saliva of blemished malice
dived its pleasant broken-hearted faith
calamitous chinchilla restarted the shed
as toilet reclined colossal understanding
the cooler of blighted horror
impressed our hard empty sincerity
faint outlet accelerated the seaweed
as pair jogged female aggression
the small house of acid dissatisfaction
rapped its first few ecstasy
sweet monkey broke the pump
with french fry dehydrated barefaced joy
the gate of broken-hearted serenity
referred their safe sweet madness
stiff enemy located the fog
and marble dazed kind madness
the bookcase of ageless heroism
slammed his blubbery dry faith
borrowed student striated the exhibition hall
while teak shaved bleached anger
the valley of bitter pity
mortified our true moaning arrogance
vast high school stabilized the interpretation
and favor shocked adorable beauty
the dot of ageless dissatisfaction
modified her parallel right sacrifice
backward beef held the globe
with gravy disguised opposite dissatisfaction
the peck of huge humor
willed his barefaced broken-hearted joy
Will Dockery
> > And, besides an effort each from Dale Houstman and Rik Roots, not a
> > single one has posted any poetry.
>
> Yes they do.
>
> I like Dale's more than Rik's.
Dale's is more memorable, in my opinion. I mean, who could forget the
unspeakably hilarious "Two Little Things"?:
> >Two Little Things
> >_________________
> >
> >1.
> >
> >Night, a letter, only
> >its sans serif peak encased
> >in pale metallic threads
> >wandered away
> >upon a boat's reflection
> >full of anxious waiters
> >and haloed suitcases stacked
> >under the blue trees
> >which are literary
> >like varnished ropes.
> >
> >2.
> >
> >Day, a bloodstain
> >on the schoolgirl's pigtail
> >maybe it's a violin
> >embedded in a hand
> >an ornamental nova
> >or not
> >a van full of roses
> >bulging in a grocery bag
> >or not
-Dale Houstman
> > > >>Self Portrait.
> > > >>
> > > >>I'm an artist,
> > > >>my face is the granite.
> > > >>Watch me
> > > >>see me build myself anew.
> > > >>
> > > >>Crumble and dissolve
> > > >>like idiot solvent.
> > > >>These wrinkled eyes
> > > >>seek out the idiot.
> > > >>
> > > >>I create... myself.
> > > >>From whatever pieces are handy,
> > > >>and I walk---
> > > >>a Golem with words to spare.
> > > >>
> > > >>Like a pigmy-
> > > >>like smoke in the air.
> > > >>Like a reality that does not care.
> > > >>Squint my eyes,
> > > >>stoned in the glare.
> > > >>
> > > >>Covered in patches
> > > >>I'll have a Brandy Alexander.
Tom Bishop
> "Tom Bishop" <delt...@sbc-elidethis-global.net> wrote
>
> > > And, besides an effort each from Dale Houstman and Rik Roots, not a
> > > single one has posted any poetry.
> >
> > Yes they do.
> >
> > I like Dale's more than Rik's.
>
> Dale's is more memorable, in my opinion. I mean, who could forget the
> unspeakably hilarious "Two Little Things"?:
Testicular Tribute.
Will Dockery
> > > > And, besides an effort each from Dale Houstman and Rik Roots, not a
> > > > single one has posted any poetry.
> > >
> > > Yes they do.
Which ones?
> > > I like Dale's more than Rik's.
> >
> > Dale's is more memorable, in my opinion. I mean, who could forget the
> > unspeakably hilarious "Two Little Things"?:
>
>
> Testicular Tribute.
Yes, I gotta say it took balls almost as big as mine to post a piece
of junk like this:
Will Dockery
While I kind of like some of the images in this, leaning to a
Rimbaudian/surreal direction anyway, the poem over-all has a stiff,
stilted feel, and the "surreal" stuff seems forced, mostly. Maybe it
was just a bad batch of index cards.
Will Dockery
Will Dockery
> "Will Dockery" wrote in message news:47fc49bd.04051...@posting.google.com...
>> Rik Roots wrote:
> >
> > > > There's
Still kind of wonder whatever /did/ happen to Tom Bishop.
Sometimes a good friend, almost always an interesting comment to be had.
Will Dockery
>
> Hey, Will. Just noticed
>
> you've got your head
>
> up your past again.
>
> Thought I should
>
> say something
>
> as a friend.
>
> The end.
>
> Send.
Thanks, Hi... but poetry
isn't like a newspaper,
there's no shelf life
for these words
are there?
Portrait of the artist as a young Golem:
Self Portrait.
I'm an artist,
my face is the granite.
Watch me
see me build myself anew.
Crumble and dissolve
like idiot solvent.
These wrinkled eyes
seek out the idiot.
I create... myself.
From whatever pieces are handy,
and I walk---
a Golem with words to spare.
Like a pigmy-
like smoke in the air.
Like a reality that does not care.
Squint my eyes,
stoned in the glare.
Covered in patches
Will Dockery
>
> you are
That sounds like what /you/ do here, day in and day out.
Why do you insist on making these projections, and making some of us mistake you for a pompous ass, when some of us are aware that it may just be some act you're putting on for us?
That's a serious question.
Will Dockery
> "Will Dockery" wrote in message
I'll have to ask him about this when I see him next and can remember it.
Will Dockery
>
> That's what yous is doin',
>
> what yous is sposed to be doin',
>
> When yous is writin', yous is projectin'.
>
>
>
> What eyes was sayin' is
>
> that yous don't looks likes
>
> yous is projectin' proper.
>
>
>
> Yous looks likes yous
>
> is too busy introspectin'
>
> to do your projectin'
>
> the way yous sposed to.
>
> Das all. Sheesh.
Thanks for the reply... but what do you have against a little introspection?
Why is that form of writing "not allowed"?
Will Dockery
>
> all. I said you looked like you had your head up your past. I meant it
>
> like a friend would tell you your shoe's untied, only I made it sound
>
> a little like I said you had your head up your ass. Take it however
>
> you want. No offense intended.
Okay, I need to remember "That's your way", as Brecht's Baal might put it.
DoubleV
'backward beef held the globe'?
it doesn't even have an ending
DoubleV
huh?
DoubleV
> 5:31 PMDoubleV
>
> "huh?"
>
> Funny. That's exactly what I said
> to myself when I read your post
> which is why I copied and posted
> it back to you. I mean, huh?
so what you're saying is?
DoubleV
> 5:50 PMDoubleV
> - show quoted text -
>
which means what exactly?
DoubleV
> What?
oh well
DoubleV
> Yes.
and then some
DoubleV
> No, just the one well.
but you're forgetting the zero
so that makes 2, reals
Will Dockery
DoubleV
to the white album. Can't even remember if it was the beatles
or not. I know it happens in my poetry in using 10 dollar words,
it becomes so symbolic that it's another secret language syndrome
that's as confuscated as yoda speak, so what's the point. you know?
backwards beef, and purple diamond, and whatever... it becomes
SOOOooooo counterintuitive it no longer strikes the note in a simple pattern
Haven't you noticed, the simplest poem has more impact than the most glorious sonnet
That's why Emily Dickinson became so popular and walt whitman
because they used plain language to convey complicated ideas
they used simple images to convey popular themes
It comes back to occams razor, the simplest explanation
is oft-times the correct one.
And it's why nobody thinks you can use congealed effervesence in a poem
Will Dockery
Will Dockery
"...Möbius Poetry has several curious properties. A line drawn starting from the seam down the middle will meet back at the seam but at the "other side". If continued the line will meet the starting point and will be double the length of the original strip. This single continuous curve demonstrates that the Möbius Poem has only one boundary."
Chuck Lysaght
Will Dockery
>
> 4 poems in 6 days. Keep up, Will.
Not a problem!
Here's four of mine for this week:
3 Winter Haiku / Will Dockery
http://www.topix.com/forum/city/columbus-ga/TQ99TLMASNS84MCPV
Papa Was A Rolling Morlock / Will Dockery
http://www.topix.com/forum/city/columbus-ga/TJLIIG2MONNBTFC24