Bone Gods. by Will Dockery
Will Dockery
After housesitting for the man
the man with beads,
he's an artist and a man
his mind is on Canada and St. Augustine.
This is not any kind of new thing
this blue thing
the bone god that we respect,
and heed the call of.
I'm a poet and a man
I answer to the mystery muses.
In our patch of underbrush one Wednesday
of springtime splendor.
There sat old Jim Wagner up from Florida
the Modern Merlin, a travelling musician,
an out of work carny, waiting with two Colt 45s.
He showed us the ash trick.
She's a poet and a woman,
she will rip you to shreds
for suggesting otherwise on certain days.
Is it in the moon, is it in the blood,
some Cherokee rite of passage?
There were seeds in her hair
in the crappy cold grey dawn,
it was clammy cold but
somehow also like a movie.
She's a sore winner.
She's a folk singer for a chosen few.
Tesseract right on outta here
singing the song of the magi.
-Will Dockery 4\21\99 (c)2002
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there...@aol.com (Therebutfor) wrote in message news:<20021229214221...@mb-fk.aol.com>...
> << For a moment there I thought that WD might be BD in disguise, testing
> us all, if we would notice the man when he came to visit us. >>
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> And has the moment passed?
I hope so... my next few poems will prove that I'm actually Will Dockery.
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> << For a moment there I thought that WD might be BD in disguise, testing
> us all, if we would notice the man when he came to visit us. Like when
> the angels come to your door. Or when God comes to help you.
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Will Dockery
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"J Rinier" <go...@attbi.com> wrote in message news:<ZPVP9.164685$qF3.12127@sccrnsc04>...
> "Will Dockery" <opb...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
> news:a19e9c02.02123...@posting.google.com...
> > Bone Gods.
> >
> > After housesitting for the man
> > the man with beads,
> > he's an artist and a man
>
> Stuttering is not allowed in poetry unless you have a pass from god or
> darwin.
> The above three could be one.
That's my Jimmy Stewart imimitation.
>
> > his mind is on Canada and St. Augustine.
> > This is not any kind of new thing
> > this blue thing
>
> What blue thing? There is no clue. The bone god is blue? The title says
> there are numerable gods. Is this one?
Sounds like Krisha, tastes like chicken.
>
> > the bone god that we respect,
> > and heed the call of.
>
> Heeding the call is cliche, and "respect" seems weak for a god.
Yep, you got me there, on both. Onlt excuse I have is that judgeing
from the date on the end of the poem I was probably very drunk, and,
once again, I probably should edit more often. Can't argue here.
>
> > I'm a poet and a man
> > I answer to the mystery muses.
> > In our patch of underbrush one Wednesday
> > of springtime splendor.
>
> This fragment refers to nothing. It has to mean something to the person
> farthest removed from you, if not alone then in context.
It refers to what it refers to. You're nitpicking now. I see nothing
wrong with these four lines, and they would stand, editing or not. The
"patch of underbrush" was where me and the Raven used to hang out,
drink beer, make love, it was a small thicket of trees surrounded by
miles of urban sprawl, right behind "Books-A-Million", where Poetry
Night was held, and interesting folks would hang out, until they took
the tables away. "Grove of Mystery" also describes this place. Facing
"B-A-M", Phar More (since demolished) would be on the left, the
convienience store would be on the right (on Macon Road). Not that it
matters, I just saw a good point to get that recorded. I sent Raven a
cool present a few days ago, this 1970s "Lord of the Rings" rip off
called "The Tritillion Ring" or somesuch, I found at a creepy Twilight
Zone bookstore on Saint Mary's Road called A-1 Book Mart, which back
in 1983 displayed and sold my first chap book of poetry, "Red Zeros"
but more on Raven later. She's the female in the poem, not Jim.
>
> > There sat old Jim Wagner up from Florida
> > the Modern Merlin, a travelling musician,
> > an out of work carny, waiting with two Colt 45s.
> > He showed us the ash trick.
>
> Clue us about the ash trick, or why it's a line in the poem, or why it
> matters. Is it a magic trick? Ashing your cig in your hand, what?
Again, judging from the date, and this character Jim, it was possibly
an "ash trick" that crackheads use: punch small holes in a bent beer
can, dump good full ashes on, lay the crackrock on that, and smoke
hearty.
>
> > She's a poet and a woman,
>
> Jim the carney is a she? Or this lady just barged in? She's the bone god
> now, and blue?
Yeah, shoulda name dropped more here. My bad. Raven is the she, Jim is
the crackhead, my Johnson is the blue bone god, or Raven's cunt might
have been the blue bone grail, oor Dan Barfield, the "old man with
beads" or something... okay... I'll edit and revise... you've got me
convinced...
>
> > she will rip you to shreds
> > for suggesting otherwise on certain days.
> > Is it in the moon, is it in the blood,
> > some Cherokee rite of passage?
> > There were seeds in her hair
> > in the crappy cold grey dawn,
> > it was clammy cold but
> > somehow also like a movie.
>
> Crappy is a poor description.
> How like a movie? Tell us. Things felt prearranged, or there were people
> doing make-up on the set?
Crappy was kinda slack, I admit. Sometimes I like to blow the whole
poem with shit like that. Things were like a movie in the sense that I
was sort opf detached, almost like with Astral Projection, or in a
dream... many times I have to wonder if I'm dreaming or awake, and
never know until I actually awake.
>
> > She's a sore winner.
>
> Not bad.
>
She was damn fine... and appears better than ever... seeing her
recently, I remembered how I missed the little green eyed hellian. The
Raven.
> > She's a folk singer for a chosen few.
> > Tesseract right on outta here
> > singing the song of the magi.
>
> The ending feels phony, cribbed.
Yea, may have got in a hurry... looks like I kind of lost it at the
end and threw in some junky stock images from the catalogue... I can
be such an ass hole sometimes... "Tesseract" was a bl;atant effort to
pleasae Raven (and probably Dark Queen) who for some reason loved that
old book "Wrinkle In Time", as did Queenie... and for fuck's sake, I
dunno why I threw that shit about Magi in there... when I see her I
might ask, it might have been something she said, or Jim, since they
were chatting as I wrote this... being almost five years ago, I have
these jump cut memories of the day, images of Raven, and Jim, but not
a lot of the actual dialogue.
>
> >
> > -Will Dockery 4\21\99 (c)2002
> >
> > http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ironywaves
> >
> > there...@aol.com (Therebutfor) wrote in message
> news:<20021229214221...@mb-fk.aol.com>...
> > > << For a moment there I thought that WD might be BD in disguise, testing
> > > us all, if we would notice the man when he came to visit us. >>
> > >
> > > And has the moment passed?
> >
> > I hope so... my next few poems will prove that I'm actually Will Dockery.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > << For a moment there I thought that WD might be BD in disguise, testing
> > > us all, if we would notice the man when he came to visit us. Like when
> > > the angels come to your door. Or when God comes to help you.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > >>
>
> Abstract art sometimes works, but it is rare. However poetry in my opinion
> should not be abstract because it is language, and language is necessarily
> concrete. You can't expect meaning to find your words, it has to be built
> in.
Well, if it's abstract, then it's abstract. If it's not, it's not.
>
> Stop cross-posting, edit your words, (this seems to be improving) give a
> shit.
Yep, I might edit sometimes, sometimes I edit too much. I have a batch
of poems to bring out soon, that my stated goal (to Fawn Greyhound,
who I was secretly in love with at the time) on these poems I was
editing the truth out of, or something like that... can't remember
rioght now. I just awoke in my easy chair, read this post, and am
replying... you did a good job here, and I thank you.
Such a good job, I am deleting alt.dylan out of the crosspost as a
show of good faith. Eventually, if all goes well, perhaps I can get
the posts at alt.dylan down to a tolerable level.
Tiny Will
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ironywaves
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> J Rinier
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Captain Chekelov
mildly. Will Dockery is a very fascinating person! Thanks for the
interesting posts...
Chr.
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Will Dockery
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SPAMBEGONEsu...@yahoo.co.uk (Captain Chekelov) wrote in message news:<3e1065c5...@news.chello.no>...
> You people are having an extremely interesting discourse, to put it
> mildly. Will Dockery is a very fascinating person! Thanks for the
> interesting posts...
>
> Chr.
Thanks... it's so nice to "hear" a friendly voice in the depths of
this Shadowville...
Stella Trumpet wrote:
"You came over, to quote you, 'have someone in the truck I want you to
meet, all you have to do is die and pay taxes, I can help you with the
first one Fisher.' Doesn't sound like a flower delivery to me. I
don't care about your bullshit but keep your ass away from my house.
There is no need for a reply. There will be no more from me so keep
it that way on your end too."
Sure thing, baby.