Heh. I note that Bob gave credit for these quotes... probably since he
knew he couldn't swipe them?
----
"Mirror Twins":
http://www.lulu.com/items/29000/29085/preview/Will_Dockery_-_03_-_Track__3.mp3
Persi Phone
and
Prosper Pine
watch
birds fly
darkness went
as dawn
came
God ghost dreams
dazed dum
passing
fall flowers
clouded memories
his lost selves
frolic singing
gleam moon
wavering chaste
shadow likeness
doppelganger dark mate
dead nahh mo
peeps
human-godlike
swimming winter gray
folded arms
mastabatin peeps
first peeps
serpent-wanded power
downward Hex drift
spectres, lighted below
red race fiery
befell
re-arise
lighted
cry
Shadowville, Iowa, and more!
pleasant vale
Kite field ablaze
flowers brighten,
black blur
chasm blue `64
dark rising
folded arms
shudder
face like uh glass
gulf
shrilly whinings
pierce songful air
arch'd necks midnight-maned
Jet upward No!
touch'd space
blank earth-baldness
crocus-purple hour
seen ya vanish
gone
human wives nested
lioness search
palace cot grave
tittie
waking
one whole
wail midnight winds
night whined
climb'd cliffs seas
ask'd waves moan
round voices
eagle-speak
negroid woods
tomb caves torms
Autumn swept city
murmur
turn'd
fled
grieved
kudzu shatter'd
serpent coil'd broken shaft
scorpion naked skulls
tiger ruin'd fame
Spring fallen
not far
labyrinthine dark
three grays beneath gleaming
voice from three
spin lives
why we's spin
dying man
flits warns
far-off nahh more
o' dreams heard cry
Drew likeness o' himself
shadow past
brudda Dark one
Bright sworn child
Power
lifts
Bride o' Darkness.
Shadowville wail'd
coffee smack'd o' hemlock,
colt 45 tasted aconite.
lives loves an hour
hard Eternities
quick tears ravings hush'd
Bird utter grief
life thro vine
helpless
Rain-rotten died, spears
hollow-husk'd,leaf fell,
Pale grief before his tyme
Sickening winter snow.
glancing from his height
fallow, miss'd
steam sacrifice,
nine moons with him
Three dark ones
reaper gleam dawn
landmark far away
field in dusk
threshing-floor
harvest LaGrange
ill-content
highest gray fox
"Save me from you?"
down before us?
hurl thunderbolt
nuetron sword bearer
noon into nightbreak
sunless halls
dark lord
die into Light
bright year
themselves against fear
Queen o' Swords
risen from dead
with mine
buried springing blade
Autumn
harvest hymns
see nahh more
Stone Wheel
dimly-glimmering lawns
hateful fires
torment shadowy warrior glide
silent field
in the hood
-Will Dockery 2002-05
--
The Netherlands/Shadowville cross cultural exchange
project <http://www.kannibaal.nl/shadowville.htm>
Autograph Of Zorro" {from *Shadowville Live*}:
<http://www.kannibaal.nl/zorro.mp3>
projectile vomit chick wrote:
> On Mon, 27 Jun 2005 01:18:34 -0400, in alt.music.nirvana, "Will
> Dockery" <will_d...@knology.net> banged up four bags of smack and
> drooled:
> >Bob: Why did you repost my poem "Mirror Twins" a few months ago, yet leave
> >all credit for me off?
>
> Why are you trolling the archives and cross-posting this boring crap
> all over the fucking place? Who cares? Begone, shitlips!
Because your boy "Bob" posted it here months ago with the credit line
/snipped/.
Apparently he wanted to make it his own, so I'm calling him out on it.
--
"Mirror Twins" [Will Dockery]
<http://www.lulu.com/items/29000/29085/preview/Will_Dockery_-_03_-_Track__3.mp3>
"Black Eagle Lady" [Will Dockery/Henry Conley]
http://www.lulu.com/items/84000/84578/1/preview/Henry_Conley_-_06_-_Black_Eagle_Lady.mp3
projectile vomit chick wrote:
> On 26 Jun 2005 02:18:33 -0700, in alt.music.nirvana, "Will Dockery"
> <will.d...@gmail.com> banged up four bags of smack and drooled:
> >Mirror Twins
>
> *snip shitty "poem"
>
> Go fuck yourself.
Sure, now that your boy Bob's been nailed in an inept attempt at passing my
words off as his.
> we're all stars now, in the dope show...
Really, what have you done besides projecting varmits, girl?
I like this Will. It flows...
Thanks, pal--- works well with the music too, I think.
Perhaps work up your arrangement on acoustic guitar and we can do a version
ast the Starlight Club when I eventually make my long-delayed journey to
Saint Augustine, and I stop by Jax.
In fact, after that, we could perhaps take it down to SA and busk it on
Saint George street--- the tourists drop huge tips for street singers down
there, I saw a pal of mine, a street singer named Captain who lived on a
boat, he'd hit the street with his guitar in the evening, and by midnight
he'd hit the bar with his cowboy hat loaded with sawbucks and fins.
He appeared in some of the poems of that era:
Chorus Six.
Dollars in the bucket
collect for the street singer.
Old man with beads paints a chinaberry
points out the parrots.
Blonde after blonde after blonde
after the parade.
People start looking really strange again.
I must seem likewise to them
as this dusty smell surrounds me.
I'd draw these people with words
but I'm not fast enough.
They pass and fade
part of the parade.
On this really old wall,
good view from up here.
Forever is a long time
but not as long as yesterday.
-Will Dockery
> I like this Will. It flows...
<plonk>
dumbass
<plonk>
no editing dumbass
A Gold Star day for Dockery critique, truly...
--
The Netherlands/Shadowville cross cultural exchange
project <http://www.kannibaal.nl/shadowville.htm>
"Greybeard Cavalier" [0x0000/Fowler/Dockery]
http://www.lulu.com/items/26000/26663/preview/Track__1.mp3
Glad to know someone understands the beauty of Usenet.
Joy
Joy Twitcuntre
Mirthologies: www.revolvingbeauty.com/mirth
Porn site: www.revolvingbeauty.com/porn
I am the glaze of your doughnut,
Everything else is the hole.
~Suggir Daddy~
"Tim K." <tim...@cfl.rr.com> wrote in message news:UV_ve.169127$IO.6...@tornado.tampabay.rr.com...
I was prepared to let the top posting slide. That is, until your pr0n link
didn't work.
<plonk>
Good thing you're probably sitting down... if not, you'd better if you dare
hit this link... and now, from the Great White North, heeeeeeeeeeere's Joy:
<http://evolvingbeauty.com/myth/BareIts/images/joy98.jpg>
Oh! The! Humanity!
--
The Netherlands/Shadowville cross cultural exchange
project <http://www.kannibaal.nl/shadowville.htm>
"Greybeard Cavalier" [0x0000/Fowler/Dockery]
http://www.lulu.com/items/26000/26663/preview/Track__1.mp3
Bob wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
> > Bob: Why did you repost my poem "Mirror Twins" a few months ago, yet leave
> > all credit for me off?
> >
> > ----
> > From: Bob (Pat...@superbowl.com)
> > Subject: "Mirror Twins"
> > This is the only article in this thread
> > View: Original Format
> > Newsgroups: alt.music.nirvana
> > Date: 2005-03-09 22:04:51 PST
> > ----
> >
> > Writers /like/ a credit line on their work, y'know...
> >
>
> Or better yet....
...You'll write your /own/ poem next time?
> Don't damn me when I speak my peice of mind
> Cause silence isn't golden when I'm holding it inside
> Cause I've been where I have been and I've seen what I have seen
> I put the pen to the paper cause it's all a part of me
>
> -Gnr
>
> All our lives we sweat and save
> Building for a shallow grave
> Must be something else we say
> Somehow to defend this place
>
> -The Doors
Ah! Learned to credit your sources, I see.
Good work, "Bob".
--
"Does she give head?" -Elvis Presley
"Sea Weed Fox" [Will Dockery]
http://www.lulu.com/items/36000/36412/preview/Irony_Waves_-_Track__8.mp3
"Karma Bombs" [Will Dockery]
http://www.lulu.com/items/32000/32109/preview/Karma_Bombs.mp3
HHAHAHAHAHAH Projectile Varmit Chick hahahahahahahhahaa
good gawd this is a retarded thread
Thanks for clearing that up, since by clipping my name off the end that's
/exactly/ how Bob came across last night... plenty of thieves about, and
good to know Bob's not a part of that.
I'm fine with it now that the record's set straight.
--
Shadowville/Netherlands project:
http://www.kannibaal.nl/shadowville.htm
Uh oh.....I'm being called out on usenet! Take it easy on me Willy!
--
-Bob
You got me....not only are you an amazing writer but your smart as a
whip to! I posted it in AMN and I have a whole book of diffrent
variations of your poem comming this fall...I'll get you a copy for 1/2
price.
--
-Bob
All that aside, after going to the trouble to copy-and-paste the poem,
and title the post "Mirror Twins", did you slack up when it came to
leaving the /-Will Dockery/ on at the end of the poem?
It's okay with me that you reposted it, but why the calculated attempt
to make it, at best, seem /anonymous/, and at worst, that /you/ had
written it?
This is what I saw last night, archived under "mirror twins" by Google:
----
From: Bob (Pat...@superbowl.com)
Subject: "Mirror Twins"
This is the only article in this thread
View: Original Format
Newsgroups: alt.music.nirvana
Date: 2005-03-09 22:04:51 PST
----
Why conciously deny the credit line..? You looked suspicious, to say
the least.
Have "written" more poetry and songs like this, btw?
>>Don't damn me when I speak my peice of mind
>>Cause silence isn't golden when I'm holding it inside
>>Cause I've been where I have been and I've seen what I have seen
>>I put the pen to the paper cause it's all a part of me
>>
>> -Gnr
>>
>>All our lives we sweat and save
>>Building for a shallow grave
>>Must be something else we say
>>Somehow to defend this place
>>
>> -The Doors
>
>
> Ah! Learned to credit your sources, I see.
>
> Good work, "Bob".
>
I have my very own stalker!
--
-Bob
Yeah I'm really thinking aboOt using my killfile....just wants something
to bitch about...he couldn't possibly think I would want credit for
"that".....obvious he can't live without othere approvel or he wouldn't
post the same poem in the same places over and over again.
--
-Bob
Just wanted to clear up any potential future confusion on this newsgroup as
to who the creator of "Mirror Twins" is, since you posted it uncredited.
> Don't damn me when I speak my peice of mind
> Cause silence isn't golden when I'm holding it inside
> Cause I've been where I have been and I've seen what I have seen
> I put the pen to the paper cause it's all a part of me
>
> -Gnr
>
> All our lives we sweat and save
> Building for a shallow grave
> Must be something else we say
> Somehow to defend this place
>
> -The Doors
See? You /know/ how to credit... so perhaps keep that in mind?
--
Shadowville/Netherlands project:
http://www.kannibaal.nl/shadowville.htm
"Mirror Twins" [Will Dockery]
http://www.lulu.com/items/29000/29085/preview/Will_Dockery_-_03_-_Track__3.mp3
lol...I just didn't highlight everything and didn't care to make sure I
had....
--
-Bob
I think the mistake you're making is thinking anyone actually cares...
> See? You /know/ how to credit... so perhaps keep that in mind?
>
I credit where I feel needed....I post songs by bands all the time with
no credit...and now I'll do it more since I might get a rise out of some
up and comming nobody whose claim to fame is having credited work
posted on usenet!
--
-Bob
Not my problem if anyone cares. Now they know, whether they /care/ or not.
> > See? You /know/ how to credit... so perhaps keep that in mind?
>
> I credit where I feel needed....I post songs by bands all the time with
> no credit...and now I'll do it more since I might get a rise out of some
> up and comming nobody whose claim to fame is having credited work
> posted on usenet!
I just came and posted here to clear up potential confusion in the future,
what you choose to do on Usenet's up to you, Bob, but crediting the creator
of a work should be a no-brainer.
Unless the person's trying to pass the work off as his own.
Bob wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
>
>>
>> Bob wrote:
>
>
>>> Don't damn me when I speak my peice of mind
>>> Cause silence isn't golden when I'm holding it inside
>>> Cause I've been where I have been and I've seen what I have seen
>>> I put the pen to the paper cause it's all a part of me
>>>
>>> -Gnr
>>>
>>> All our lives we sweat and save
>>> Building for a shallow grave
>>> Must be something else we say
>>> Somehow to defend this place
>>>
>>> -The Doors
>>
>>
>>
>> Ah! Learned to credit your sources, I see.
>>
>> Good work, "Bob".
>>
>
> I have my very own stalker!
Don't worry though: his knife is rubber and he's usually too drunk to
even wield that.
dmh
><plonk>
>no editing dumbass
He's actually a troll as evidenced by his repost of that lame poem in
reply to the first post but under a different email address so as to
bypass my instant filters.
Bedwarmer
--
"If you find a message from myself offensive, inappropriate or
disruptive, please ignore it. If you don't know how to ignore
a posting, complain to me and I will demonstrate." -- Wicked Nickname
Yep and as you can see in all the follow up posts I tried to do just
that....you really are quite the horses ass....it's defenitly fun to
watch you say a variation of the same thing almost every post though!
Well thats good to know for when he comes stumbling out of my front
bushes some night!
--
-Bob
He's sly like a door knob.
--
-Bob
Plus I doubt Bob lives anywhere near Shadowville.
A Shadowville primer, then:
----
Opera Positions.
This is a moving studio, motion,
you're independant.
I'm holed up with Search Boy again,
sniffing the heroine.
From the room where Bodeen is sleeping,
to a hundred year old building downtown,
a mathematical structure.
Jack Burlington in his land of crack head hos,
his holy mass.
Touches of exile in this squallid box,
brandishing browdsword.
Locked away at the edge of the world,
sealed on a cliff,tomorow always closing in,
shut down future.
Opera positions in the front seat,
formalities, forward.
Doc Pendleton running on empty,
pacing, placing, fleeing, accelerating,
vacant broadcast.
Seeing what it's like to be old again,
aged vision,
youth drugs played out,
a date with an empathic expanse,
like the portrait of Dorian Grey,
silhouette shadow lady,
your tender river hands.
He remembered the harmonicas of Ed Gray.
The years of this seperation,
I feel green like Jack Midnight.
The freedom, the crushing lonesome of freedom.
Tomorrow closing in again,
never get blessed with a memory lapse.
Opera positions in the front seat,
we've lost the passion.
Studio house with no lights,
concubine by candle light.
Stacks of art books and furniture, sex sleep.
Having a bad day in a bad year,
mischief in the neighborhood,
generation of the Hood.
Sinister figures in the paintings,
she's devious, her nose is covered.
Sinister friends breaking and entering,
lap dance pirouette.
This school is destroying my poetry,
and the cranking power of this honky-tonk.
Or is it just boxing it in with discipline,
feeling like a punch drunk lumberjack.
I'm not doing words of some rich soap opera,
some blue velvet candybox,
I'm right here in the streets.
-Will Dockery
----
Fire Girl in White Snow.
a four story house thin as a bisquit
white snow knee deep
he said it was a very light snow fall
he could see the fire girl inside
he could feel the warmth of her
red burning hair
is she hot enough to make ice water
in the snow
red mute in a suit, other stuff...
his purple hair matched his cute zoot outfit
he wondered how to communicate his love
piercing his body just wasn't enough
as they made love on the kitchen sink
she remembered she could only feel his touch
couldn't actually see him bone her
the fire girl with no eyes
the dapper ugly guy
two lonely freaks in the night
the girl of fire snow so white
he packed his bags
and was headed underground
bug eyed boy in dallas
crazy modo mondo, he's just geeking
secret agent, city to city
the zoot suited ugly boy held no pity
inside for the fire girl burning
in the white snow
flowing red hair, face so fair
no eyes had she, no pity for the
dapper devil may care man
taking secret dares
he was a walking double entendre
spastic and hallucinagenic
they speak on the phone a lot
but he is far away
unrequited love while
the world is in decay...
she came from alabama
wished the snow would go away
new hampshire winters
dreams that remain only dreams
expectations often take cruel twists
while he is gone she is seldom missed
she is living dreaming fire
the ice man came, he placed on her nose
a crystaline kiss
frost bit nose, red vibrant and alive
her hair was crunchy too
the subtle green and transparent freckles
bled against the white with impressionistic
yet sharp contrast
how do we end he wondered in his head
how do I tell her goodbye
his life could not open wide enough
to let her touch his soul
intrique was in control, the dapper spy
the girl with no eyes
star crossed fires burning so bright
she never should have stayed
she said she had a love hate relationship
with the snow
jack frost is a gemini
she had that much figured out
mumbled about needing cigarettes
to be able to write
otherwise he'd have a nicotene fit
the snow was melting, the fire fading
his body had room for no more holes
the white snow exposed the emptiness in both
if there ever was love, now it was gone
the soft salty summer rain fogged
the windshield
she wrote her name on it with her finger
the rain is an almost living thing
the steam on the street
he felt her small finger
felt her smell linger
like a bud with uncountable little red curls
where was she going, she didn't know
just leaving new hampshire white snow
cold and frigid, dreams are fragile things
the future is never easy
when the past makes you bleed
she could no longer believe
in angry young men with rings
-Will Dockery
----
Space Ghost Uncles... gotta love 'em!
How much do you charge for an autograph???? Sign me up for the Willy
fanclub!
--
-Bob
Don't damn me when I speak my peice of mind
Cause silence isn't golden when I'm holding it inside
Cause I've been where I have been and I've seen what I have seen
I put the pen to the paper cause it's all a part of me
-Gnr
Nah--- Google Groups plays out after a few postings, so i have to switch.
Feel free to killfile 'em both, there's only two.
> "If you find a message from myself offensive, inappropriate or
> disruptive, please ignore it. If you don't know how to ignore
> a posting, complain to me and I will demonstrate." -- Wicked Nickname
Good advice, eh?
Obviously... that's how I found out you even existed, Bob.
What are you going on aboOt? That made zero sense.
--
-Bob
Don't damn me when I speak my peice of mind
Cause silence isn't golden when I'm holding it inside
Cause I've been where I have been and I've seen what I have seen
I put the pen to the paper cause it's all a part of me
-Gnr
Simple: you liked my poem enough to respost it as if you'd written it.
You wanted to pass it off as your own.
>>>>>----
>>>>>
>>>>>Space Ghost Uncles... gotta love 'em!
>>>>
>>>>How much do you charge for an autograph???? Sign me up for the Willy
>>>>fanclub!
>>>
>>>Obviously... that's how I found out you even existed, Bob.
>>
>>What are you going on aboOt? That made zero sense.
>
>
> Simple: you liked my poem enough to respost it as if you'd written it.
>
> You wanted to pass it off as your own.
You're like a broken record...I assure you your crying and whining have
been duely noted.
--
-Bob
Don't damn me when I speak my peice of mind
Cause silence isn't golden when I'm holding it inside
Cause I've been where I have been and I've seen what I have seen
I put the pen to the paper cause it's all a part of me
-Gnr
No crying here, Bob. I'm always glad to discover and point out a Usenet
thief... but you're fairly low level as thieves go. You should meet Michael
Cook, ya'll would get along /famously/.
Alright....well I'm just bored with you now....good luck in your
artistic endevours Willy.
So long, Bob.
> Will Dockery wrote:
<unspeakable shit snipped>
> I like this Will. It flows...
So does urine, chuckles. Do you have a taste for that too?
PJR :-)
--
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> "Governor Swill" wrote
>>
>> He's actually a troll as evidenced by his repost of that lame poem in
>> reply to the first post but under a different email address so as to
>> bypass my instant filters.
>
> Nah--- Google Groups plays out after a few postings, so i have to switch.
> Feel free to killfile 'em both, there's only two.
The option of posting less of your repetitive spam hasn't occurred to
you, I see.
>> "If you find a message from myself offensive, inappropriate or
>> disruptive, please ignore it. If you don't know how to ignore
>> a posting, complain to me and I will demonstrate." -- Wicked Nickname
>
> Good advice, eh?
*whooosh*
<spamlinks snipped>
>>> I have my very own stalker!
>>
>>
>> Don't worry though: his knife is rubber and he's usually too drunk to
>> even wield that.
>>
>> dmh
>>
>>
>
> Well thats good to know for when he comes stumbling out of my front bushes
> some night!
>
> --
> -Bob
just don't let him corner you! if he does
he'll repeat the same lines over and over
and over and over until you're willing
to stab yourself to make it stop.
Renay
Heh. The "Dockery Mystique" -- making friends every where he goes.
--
Cm~
"you're not a has-been. you're a never-was."
-- Renay enlightens Will, 2/2/2005
[ snipped because it doesn't matter ]
What? No pedo-poem today, Pedo-Chuck?
--
Cm~
Link to the pedo-poem Charles S. Lysaght wrote:
http://tinyurl.com/6nl6w
Link to the Alcatroll Labs FAQ on Charles S. Lysaght:
http://www.insurgent.org/~alcatroll/Kooks/KOTM08.html
Link to the Net-Kooks FAQ on Charles S. Lysaght:
http://www.usenet-kooks.info/chuck/index.htm
Link to the Plagiarism Mini-FAQ on Charles S. Lysaght:
http://www.insurgent.org/~kook-faq/chuck/plagiarism.html
>
> "Tim K." <tim...@cfl.rr.com> wrote
> > "Joy " <Mary...@Canadian-Moron.com> wrote
> >
> > > Thanks, Tim.
> > >
> > > Glad to know someone understands the beauty of Usenet.
> >
> > I was prepared to let the top posting slide. That is, until your pr0n
> link
> > didn't work.
> > <plonk>
>
> Good thing you're probably sitting down... if not, you'd better if you dare
> hit this link... and now, from the Shadowville trash dump, heeeeeeeeeeere's
> Dockery, professional Pizza Roma flyer-hand-outer:
>
> <http://willdockery0.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/docinfinity.jpg>
>
> Oh! The! Humanity!
[ spam snipped ]
--
Cm~
> On Monday 27 June 2005, the messenjah wrote in rec.arts.poems:
>
> > Will Dockery wrote:
>
> <unspeakable shit snipped>
>
> > I like this Will. It flows...
>
> So does urine, chuckles. Do you have a taste for that too?
>
> PJR :-)
Of course he does -- Dumpster Boy can't afford beer.
--
Cm~
>
> "Bob" <Bob...@aol.com> wrote
> >
> > You're like a broken record...I assure you your crying and whining have
> > been duely noted.
>
> No crying here, Bob. [ Baby Dockery whine snipped ]
Really? What do you call all your childish blubbering?
--
Cm~
I started to worry why that was. Here are the results.
People are now cross-posting from the radical groups
People are consumed by personality factors of far too few actors.
There are WAY too many males
There are WAY too few female poets.
Nothing much I can do about any of these factors.
Ah well.... People used to post poems here - some of them very, very
nice. That was then, and this is now.
RIP
Brian Whatcott Altus, OK
surely you mean a damaged record or a broken record player. how would you
get any sound from a broken record. it wouldn't stay on the turntable long
enough unless you have a player with a revolutionary system?
A new super-villain! The Mad Iterator, who forces those around him to
stab themselves repeatedly with his rubber knife. Very good for
children; no blood, no deaths, and no challenging "ideas."
dmh
> Will Dockery wrote:
>
> >>>>>----
> >>>>>
> >>>>>Space Ghost Uncles... gotta love 'em!
> >>>>
> >>>>How much do you charge for an autograph???? Sign me up for the Willy
> >>>>fanclub!
> >>>
> >>>Obviously... that's how I found out you even existed, Bob.
> >>
> >>What are you going on aboOt? That made zero sense.
> >
> >
> > Simple: you liked my poem enough to respost it as if you'd written it.
> >
> > You wanted to pass it off as your own.
>
> You're like a broken record...I assure you your crying and whining have
> been duely noted.
Another delightful "Dockery's Enlightenment" collectable.
Thanks, Bob.
--
Cm~
"You're like a broken record... I assure you your crying
and whining have been duely noted."
-- Bob enlightens Will, 6/28/2005
or WORSE, he'll quote a thousand other people, and get all the quotes wrong.
i was wondering, if you killed him while he was attempting to read to you one of
his unspeakable mebarrassments, can you claim self defense? ya know, can you
claim that you were in grave danger of perhaps injuring yourself if you had to
listen to another word?
well, i DO have a copy of the staggering and stumbling video. there's probably
not a jury in the world that would convict me with such evidence in my
possession.
love and kisses,
j r sherman
--
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"I saw a werewolf drinkin' a pina colada at Trader Vic's
And his hair was perfect."
Warren Zevon
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>> What are you going on aboOt? That made zero sense.
>
>Simple: you liked my poem enough to respost it as if you'd written it.
>
>You wanted to pass it off as your own.
CHRIST, who on earth would want to do that??? to be associated with a dockery
piece of shit? no one's that sick or distrubed.
i told you, dockery, the only person who wants to be you is you, and you're a
stupid loser.
i think you owe Bob an apology.
hahahahahahahahha j r sherman - you ROCK!
*sigh*
this just encourages his naughty behavior, you know.
oh yeah, the Vatican has not authorized any documentary
on the life and times of Catholic schoolgirls! if a Cardinal
Ross or Friar Peter call you for a screentest
HANG UP THE PHONE.
heh.
Renay
That's Dale's fantasy. He writes good poetry reviews, anyhow:
Dale Houstman wrote:
>
> >Fawn Greyhound
> >Fawn Greyhound---
> >your magic secrets.
>
> "Your magic secrets": expertly upholds that fragile high image. A solid beginning.
It was a delicate and difficult thing to convey, glad you thought it
held up well, Dale.
> >The shimmering minutes,
>
> Ah! A brilliant rhetorical abstraction torn directly
> replete with the tones of an hysterical bride-to-be
> left standing outside a crumbling Edwardian church
I was remembering what a good ball she was there, actually.
> >making your acquaintance -.
> >Coming to your smile,
>
> Brian Wilson running rampant through a field of tufted corn
> on his way to a hippie sleep-over at Rod McKuen's "pad."
Interesting image, Dale, but I was still remembering what a good lay
she was, particularly when I slid in for the first time.
/aquaintence/
> >greeted at your door,
> >welcomed with my green shoes.
>
> Green - as in copper tarnish or the seasickness- "green" represents fertility? Who would have imagined
> such a stroke of genius from such a genius of the stroke?
Green magick:
----
Black Art From A Green Heart.
Spirit sing sky songs,
rotate through.
Runs and runs into the sand.
Long stretch of woodgrain.
Plastic wander,
hack light balcony.
To be in the sky,
float through cedar.
Wonder through twilight
flag through to and send.
New start, new storm night,
new winter.
Circular spin of seasons.
Watching for tornados,
and the howl.
Stand off,
send off.
Not in this world,
this is different times.
City seasons,
lights glitter.
Fountain winter,
what doom and gloom,
all imagined.
Storm watch.
Black art from a green heart.
That syndrome has come and gone.
New start,
on a storm night.
Peace by peace,
large Christmas tree.
Start the car,
and she is silently gone,
down the road.
It goes into another format,
the story builds and changes.
New Winter's day,
years like in a clip.
Running through on a sideways glance,
thunder roll shook the place.
-Will Dockery.
----
Something I learned from a Classics Illustrated adaptation of Hamlet...
or was it Silver Surfer?
> >Fawn Greyhound ---
>
> Or maybe it's the name of some half-recalled
> girlfriend who left him for a shoe salesman from Duluth?
Fawn left with Jack Shindler, a fortune telling gimp from Buffalo:
----
Flower/Stargirl.
She's too independant to be attentive---
in the former situation
over the last 15 years she was perfectly safe.
Her father told me she had a bad temperament.
With respect
her father said she was really curious.
I take that into account---
but she had charm.
Like a little Russian whirlwind tragedy.
Continue, this endless honeymoon,
I can be perfectly true.
Like a novel,
starting with you.
Asked yourself about that man.
Are you strong enough for unhappiness?
Are you strong enough to be that strong?
Are you strong enough for divorce?
Dear me.
The piano---
I simply wonder about your daughter.
Did you marry for love?
Did you marry for the ugliness?
Did you marry for love?
Did you marry for the pain?
She was amused
giving it an even chance.
-Will Dockery
----
> >sweet golden wench,
>
> "grey" "golden": it's nice "wench" hits just the
> right tone of old-fashioned misogyny that we celebrate his > infusion of old-world charms.
I was going a bit /retro/ here, and now I'm gaining the book-learning
/thanks to a gift by Colin Ward/ to re-write this one in a "classic"
type style... I'm mulling over attempting Uncle Dennis' beloved sonnet
crutch. Wish me luck?
Interesting [to me], that this was one of the poems, along with the
other three you reviewed today, that I'd expected to leave behind...
you've revived my interest in it, as well as "God Smiles" and "Smile
For Me", and these three will be attempts at, as Sword put it,
/evolving/. Thanks for the input!
> >you've wandered the blue astral.
>
> "blue astral": how utterly delicious a line can be tucked
> amidst other: all individual yet - so subtle - exactly alike. > The effect is calming.
The calm before the storm, so-to-speak. Astral War on Blue Territory on
the Night Of The Gimp followed:
----
William Bloodaxe Greybeard.
Wally Will born under Kell,
to a Union Jack,
loyalist yank from Virginia.
Secret pass of wine to my uncle,
sneaking among the sheds,
near those cooking apple butter.
Breathing cold mist,
then to be breathing the hot misty wind.
Amid incestuous Alabama backporches,
good lard dishes,
and cool dark water.
And you at my door...
Phantom fetish stands charging up
the entrance...
Little pink flesh knot
charming toward my touch.
William B. Graybeard,
passes hinterlands, he travels the depths,
into soul, and spirit.
These doors open for me,
these many days.
And your voice is drenched in sadness,
and I can catch it.
I must remain,
my heart is with you.
Moonstone Bloodaxe,
have you gone a hunting?
I do not want spiritual bullets,
shoot up an astral plane,
little stars speckle.
-Will Dockery
----
> >Now fade into my turqoise,
> >swim in your darkened opal hell.
>
> Love the totally arbitrary usage of color: makes me feel
> dizzy, as though I were spinning 'round and 'round in the > most amazing unearned journey to Hades
> ever.
A personal little Hades:
----
Shadowville Rain.
Three A.M.; the air lies still
this muddled night in Shadowville.
Conjured memories and gin
have turned my thoughts to Katherine.
It is
dark and rainy...
sleet is coming in.
Things are quiet and peaceful,
and sleep is far away.
Lost another round
wander through the town
heart sinking pound
as the vibes surround
this alley
thirty one streets over.
I still have my hope
and the knowledge
she still wants me.
But it's a lonesome
end of that story
that pushes me tonight.
Peacefull and so quiet
she lies with
the Fisher King tonight.
Not a sound to hear
she the sleet glistening bright.
She has many options
and knows full well that I am one,
she knows I can tie her loose ends
weave them until they come.
It's a lonesome night
on this road
not a word is spoke
my heart implodes.
It's a bright veiw
in this chair
the taste of her lips on mine
the smell of her hair.
When I think about it
I'm a man and I do not cry.
And I piece together
all the wrong moves
I know all the reasons why.
But I remember the chemistry
that put us in her bed.
How I once again was happy
and I knew love was not dead.
If it takes some time
by God I've got it
and the useless rhyme
she knows I've got it.
And the flowers bloom
for you alone.
Won't you roll away
a heart of stone?
I know you needed time
on your own
but I was there with you
I was never gone.
As I am there with you
as you sleep.
I walk your dreams tonight
and it still is sweet.
Think I'll light this bowl
get in touch with
the subtle pain.
Go deep inside my head
to a time I'll never see again.
When the Summer burn was on us
and we made love that sweet night.
I tossed the catfish aside
I think it was love
painted white.
Went out walking
through the woods yesterday.
The thickets that surround
the railroad tracks.
Thought of the conversation
we had yesterday,
about water and doom and children.
Went out walking
down the road last night
after I'd waved you off from
our sweet meeting.
The cars were roaring
and the lights were
soft and strange
and I thought about compression,
how our time together seems
thousands of years ago.
And maybe we were together
in some other lifetime,
when animals buzzed and birds clarked.
The air was sweet with
the smell of your breath
and nothing was ever really dark.
Yes you loved me before
the Night of The Gimp.
You showed me things
no man had ever seen before.
Your love was sweet
and your eyes were ablaze,
and nothing was hidden
behind your door.
Bonnie Bender is a
sweetly kinda girl,
her eyes are bright hazel
and her hair is brown grey curls.
She showed me truly
that love is not a myth.
She showed me everything
with just one gentle kiss.
She got a heart that's curious
and there's so much
for her to learn.
Whatever option
just keep me on the list,
The Winter will be a long one
and my heat you should not miss.
I will wrap my arms if you want them
and my blanket is for you.
I stand here waiting
and you know these words are true.
Now I wander the a crispy kind of mist
Whatever option
just keep me on your list.
It is
dark and rainy...
sleet is coming in.
Things are quiet and peaceful,
and sleep is far away.
Lost another round
wander through the town
heart sinking pound
as the vibe surround
this alley
thirty one streets over.
I still have my hope
and the knowledge
she still wants me.
-Will Dockery
----
> >Fawn Greyhound ---
>
> Can't get enough of it! Exquisite.
Fawn was quite addictive.
> >greeted at your door,
> >by your gentle pup.
> >Sad eyed, unconditional,
> >sweet Australian hound, your child.
>
> Dogged in his determination to over-express nothing.
>
> >Fawn Greyhound ---
>
> Again and as marvelous as ever.
>
> >to die repeatedly in your smile,
>
> High-Romantics with all that beauty og expression and soaring > imagery.
It just worked out right, first thought best thought and all that. It
comes easy to us natural born street poets.
The /die/ thing I copped from Shakespeare, modern men and poets of the
hip-hop would say to /bust a nut/.
> >sweet glow of your presence.
> >Pink, golden, sweet fluid,
> >ride in your vehicle.
>
> More swirls of color, to accent the wavering of the
> ephemeral. The neighboring repeat of "sweet" an effective > word in an effective place. The slight "sensuality" of the
> final lines.
>
> A Triumph!
Thanks, and hope you find the rewrite, in Uncle Dennis' Retro Rhyme
Stanza form interesting, as well. I'm working with that tonight,
though, as I wrote earlier, I'm in now hurry for the first time in my
life... I will serve no poem before its time.
--
Shadowville/Netherlands project:
http://www.kannibaal.nl/shadowville.htm
"Mirror Twins" [Will Dockery]
http://www.lulu.com/items/29000/29085/preview/Will_Dockery_-_03_-_Track__3.mp3
HA! i win, Renay!
i KNEW he post that again! HEH!!!
i like winning.
dockery's more predictable than the sun rising.
>this just encourages his naughty behavior, you know.
what naughty behavior? :D
>oh yeah, the Vatican has not authorized any documentary
>on the life and times of Catholic schoolgirls! if a Cardinal
>Ross or Friar Peter call you for a screentest
come on, we dumped that routine months ago. it's now Pietro Rossolini, master
casting director and representative of famed European film director Jan Raul
Shermanowicz, and we're looking for an unknown to star in our "modern" version
of Joan of Arc.
no acting experience necesssary.
because we're only here for the art.
;D
>HANG UP THE PHONE.
but there's no escape from Email!
>heh.
now i'm actually wondering if this would work!
lvoe and kisses,
j r sherman
p.s. to Jen. the bigger the silliness, the better. it's on my family coat of
arms.
This guy is:
----
From: Bob (Pat...@superbowl.com)
Subject: "Mirror Twins"
This is the only article in this thread
View: Original Format
Newsgroups: alt.music.nirvana
Date: 2005-03-09 22:04:51 PST
Persi Phone
and
Prosper Pine
watch
birds fly
darkness went
as dawn
came
God ghost dreams
dazed dum
passing
fall flowers
clouded memories
his lost selves
frolic singing
gleam moon
wavering chaste
shadow likeness
doppelganger dark mate
dead nahh mo
peeps
human-godlike
swimming winter gray
folded arms
mastabatin peeps
first peeps
serpent-wanded power
downward Hex drift
spectres, lighted below
red race fiery
befell
re-arise
lighted
cry
Shadowville, Iowa, and more!
pleasant vale
Kite field ablaze
flowers brighten,
black blur
chasm blue `64
dark rising
folded arms
shudder
face like uh glass
gulf
shrilly whinings
pierce songful air
arch'd necks midnight-maned
Jet upward No!
touch'd space
blank earth-baldness
crocus-purple hour
seen ya vanish
gone
human wives nested
lioness search
palace cot grave
tittie
waking
one whole
wail midnight winds
night whined
climb'd cliffs seas
ask'd waves moan
round voices
eagle-speak
negroid woods
tomb caves torms
Autumn swept city
murmur
turn'd
fled
grieved
kudzu shatter'd
serpent coil'd broken shaft
scorpion naked skulls
tiger ruin'd fame
Spring fallen
not far
labyrinthine dark
three grays beneath gleaming
voice from three
spin lives
why we's spin
dying man
flits warns
far-off nahh more
o' dreams heard cry
Drew likeness o' himself
shadow past
brudda Dark one
Bright sworn child
Power
lifts
Bride o' Darkness.
Shadowville wail'd
coffee smack'd o' hemlock,
colt 45 tasted aconite.
lives loves an hour
hard Eternities
quick tears ravings hush'd
Bird utter grief
life thro vine
helpless
Rain-rotten died, spears
hollow-husk'd,leaf fell,
Pale grief before his tyme
Sickening winter snow.
glancing from his height
fallow, miss'd
steam sacrifice,
nine moons with him
Three dark ones
reaper gleam dawn
landmark far away
field in dusk
threshing-floor
harvest LaGrange
ill-content
highest gray fox
"Save me from you?"
down before us?
hurl thunderbolt
nuetron sword bearer
noon into nightbreak
sunless halls
dark lord
die into Light
bright year
themselves against fear
Queen o' Swords
risen from dead
with mine
buried springing blade
Autumn
harvest hymns
see nahh more
Stone Wheel
dimly-glimmering lawns
hateful fires
torment shadowy warrior glide
silent field
in the hood
----
Can't blame him for wishing he'd written such a fine poem, though.
You'll have to take that up with whomever coined the saying I'm afraid.
>this just encourages his naughty behavior, you know.
what naughty behavior? :D
>oh yeah, the Vatican has not authorized any documentary
>on the life and times of Catholic schoolgirls! if a Cardinal
>Ross or Friar Peter call you for a screentest
come on, we dumped that routine months ago. it's now Pietro Rossolini, master
casting director and representative of famed European film director Jan Raul
Shermanowicz, and we're looking for an unknown to star in our "modern" version
of Joan of Arc.
no acting experience necesssary.
because we're only here for the art.
;D
>HANG UP THE PHONE.
but there's no escape from Email!
>heh.
now i'm actually wondering if this would work!
lvoe and kisses,
j r sherman
p.s. to Jen. the bigger the silliness, the better. it's on my family coat of
arms.
>this just encourages his naughty behavior, you know.
what naughty behavior? :D
>oh yeah, the Vatican has not authorized any documentary
>on the life and times of Catholic schoolgirls! if a Cardinal
>Ross or Friar Peter call you for a screentest
come on, we dumped that routine months ago. it's now Pietro Rossolini, master
casting director and representative of famed European film director Jan Raul
Shermanowicz, and we're looking for an unknown to star in our "modern" version
of Joan of Arc.
no acting experience necesssary.
because we're only here for the art.
;D
>HANG UP THE PHONE.
but there's no escape from Email!
>heh.
now i'm actually wondering if this would work!
lvoe and kisses,
j r sherman
p.s. to Jen. the bigger the silliness, the better. it's on my family coat of
arms.
>this just encourages his naughty behavior, you know.
what naughty behavior? :D
>oh yeah, the Vatican has not authorized any documentary
>on the life and times of Catholic schoolgirls! if a Cardinal
>Ross or Friar Peter call you for a screentest
come on, we dumped that routine months ago. it's now Pietro Rossolini, master
casting director and representative of famed European film director Jan Raul
Shermanowicz, and we're looking for an unknown to star in our "modern" version
of Joan of Arc.
no acting experience necesssary.
because we're only here for the art.
;D
>HANG UP THE PHONE.
but there's no escape from Email!
>heh.
now i'm actually wondering if this would work!
lvoe and kisses,
j r sherman
p.s. to Jen. the bigger the silliness, the better. it's on my family coat of
arms.
How many arms are there on your family coat? o<]:oP
--
Cm~
Soldier for the 89th Foul Division of the Lord's Army
NO, dockery, he was making FUN of you. he does not want to BE like you. NO ONE
would ever want to be like you. not even the homeless are jealous of you.
the homeless say to themselves, "fuck, i might be homeless, but at least i don't
produce absolute shit and insist that it's art, i do have SOME human dignity!"
NO, dockery, he was making FUN of you. i know the pathetic delusion that is your
life REQUIRES that you believe others want to be like you, but that's simply not
true. there isn't a human being on earth that would want to be like you. so get
over it.
ok, I called him but he told me to go away.
He posted the poem last March in a newsgroup where nobody knew me, and
he left any trace of my name off. He clearly tried to pass the poem off
as his.
So you're wrong again, but you're used to that by now, no doubt.
Take it easy on the kid, Michael, Bob's a *fan*... he copies my poems in
loopy cursive, signed /b0b/ and shows his pals in the lunchroom.
> j r sherman wrote:
> > >> Will Dockery says...
> > >>
> >
> > NO, dockery, he was making FUN of you.
>
> He posted my crap last March in a newsgroup where nobody knew me,
Is that really possible? There actually exist newsgroups
that you haven't crossposted your crap to?
> and he left any trace of my name off. He clearly tried to pass my
> crap off as his.
I doubt the validity of your megalomaniac statement.
[ links to spam crap snipped ]
--
Cm~
Yes, that's perfectly clear:
----
From: Bob (Pat...@superbowl.com)
Subject: "Mirror Twins"
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View: Original Format
Newsgroups: alt.music.nirvana
Date: 2005-03-09 22:04:51 PST
----
This may help explain for you, in the words of Rik Roots another poet, in
response to his poem being posted credited to another person:
----
"Now, a little test.
[...]
- would it be reasonable for them to assume that the *subject* is in
fact the /title/ of the poem?
- would it also be reasonable for them to assume that the *author* was
the person who wrote the poem?
- if you answered "yes" to the above two questions, and subsequently
learned that the poem was actually written by a person called [...] would a
reasonable conclusion be that the alleged author [...] is in fact a
plagiarist?
Answers in a response to this post, please.
Plagiarism is a serious accusation, and so is theft.
[...]
- if you answered "yes", then is this not an act of theft?
Again, answers in a response to this post please.
I *hate* plagiarists, and I *despise* thieves. I trust that most other
people on this newsgroup feels likewise. If you do, then please do not
hesitate to make your feelings known..." -Rik Roots/2004-04-14
----
A different case, but similar scene.
this delusion is one of your better ones.
next you'll be claiming that Dale doesn't like your laughable shit because he's
jealous of your abilities as an "artist."
then how did you find it?
he wanted you to find, dockery, and you know it.
and now you're happy because you get to play whiney-victim-boy, one of your
favorite roles.
don't be so a moron, dockery, there isn't a human being in the universe that
would want to be you.
In the Google archives, by searching "mirror twins" /without/ "will
dockery", as I usually do.
This is what come up /first/ when searched that way:
----
From: Bob (Pat...@superbowl.com)
Subject: "Mirror Twins"
This is the only article in this thread
View: Original Format
Newsgroups: alt.music.nirvana
Date: 2005-03-09 22:04:51 PST
----
And my poem follows, without mention of "Will Dockery", at all.
First time cross-post encounters on newsgroups are like rival groups of
animals stumbling onto each other in the savannah.
Except we don't sniff each other's butts.
Much.
[ Baby Dockery's habitually repeated whine snipped ]
"perhaps you might make yourself useful for once and manage
a comment that you haven't repeated hundreds of times?"
-- Will Dockery, complaining about truth
--
Cm~
>
> "j r sherman" <jr...@earthlink.net> wrote
> > Will Dockery wrote:
> > >
> > >He posted the poem last March in a newsgroup where nobody knew me, and
> > >he left any trace of my name off. He clearly tried to pass the poem off
> > >as his.
> >
> > then how did you find it?
>
> In the Google archives, by searching "mirror twins" /without/ "will
> dockery", as I usually do.
Spelled: obsessed.
[ remaining Baby Dockery's habitually reposted whine snipped ]
Use /your/ delusion, JRS, but whether Bob did it because he didn't
understand that he was in effect passing my work off as his, or whether he
/intended/ to have this effect, it was a simple matter to fix.
> next you'll be claiming that Dale doesn't like your laughable shit because
he's
> jealous of your abilities as an "artist."
My jealousy of /anything/ was killed long ago.
Dale's a much better poet than I am, as I've often noted, he's as many
notches above me as I'm approximately above you. That's why I watch and
study his moves--- he's the best these newsgroups have to offer:
----
Her Lark Colony
The blue stamp
of feet each night
is a collector's item
& her red tuba abandoned
by the army you pass
upon the trench's staircase
is a collector's item.
I'll not wake you abruptly
by folding her almond-white scarf
like her almond-white voice
in this absinthe-tasting century.
The white nuns
behind white pylons.
Naked white nuns,
cake white nuns,
salt white nuns
with salt white guns.
I'll not wake you abruptly
by folding her almond-white scarf
like her almond-white voice
in this absinthe-tasting century
which is a collector's item.
dmh
----
"...The images flow, twist and fold into each other here, like some
strangely designed machine. The stark flashes of the certain other
colors go bang. The various shades of pale keep a subtle continuity
...The
white nuns behind the while pillars with white guns blew me
away...." -Dockery on "Her Lark Colony"
But unlike your crowd, naming Dale the best poet doesn't mean I'll also
kiss his ass.
then he meant for you to find it, and like the large-mouth carp that you are,
you did.
so be happy, you get to play whiney-victim-boy. it's your favorite role to play,
after stupid-drunky-moron-boy, of course.
He's doing that to me on usenet,can't imagine having to deal with him in
person!
Or perhaps he meant to pass it off as his own.
--
The Netherlands/Shadowville cross cultural exchange
project <http://www.kannibaal.nl/shadowville.htm>
Autograph Of Zorro" {from *Shadowville Live*}:
<http://www.kannibaal.nl/zorro.mp3>
He calls that his "art".
More than happy to add to the collection!
If he stops crossposting his drivel to AMN that will be apology enough
for me!
I'm glad I did, so I can clear the confusion up.
Hmm....well that was rude of him....I suggest a home visit!
ok....so first of all if you just posted this last march,what would
posess you to post it again? And 2nd I said it before and I'll say it
one last time for you...I post songs and stuff all the time and never
ever give credit...but if I write something on my own I make sure it's
known that I wrote it which I obvisouly didn't do in this case,so you
can continue to bitch and moan all you want but the fact will remain
that everyone besides you thinks your a boring untalented hack.
> In article <d64ba$42c1cdf4$18d62363$20...@KNOLOGY.NET>, Will Dockery says...
> >
> >
> >"j r sherman" <jr...@earthlink.net> wrote
> >> Will Dockery wrote:
> >> >
> >> >He posted the poem last March in a newsgroup where nobody knew me, and
> >> >he left any trace of my name off. He clearly tried to pass the poem off
> >> >as his.
> >>
> >> then how did you find it?
> >
> >In the Google archives, by searching "mirror twins" /without/ "will
> >dockery", as I usually do.
> >
> >This is what come up /first/ when searched that way:
>
> then he meant for you to find it, and like the large-mouth carp that you are,
> you did.
|\ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ __ ____
| \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ | O~-_ _-~~ ~~-_
| >----|-|-|-|-|-|-|--| __/ / I REMAIN )
| / / / / / / / / |__\ < WILL DOCKERY )
|/ / / / / / / / \_ CARP! _)
~--____--~
> so be happy, you get to play whiney-victim-boy. it's your favorite role to play,
> after stupid-drunky-moron-boy, of course.
,---------0~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(||)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(
`-->[BEER]
--
Cm~
>
> j r sherman wrote:
> > >> Will Dockery wrote:
> > >> >
> > >> >He posted the poem last March in a newsgroup where nobody knew me, and
> > >> >he left any trace of my name off. He clearly tried to pass the poem off
> > >> >as his.
> > >>
> > >> then how did you find it?
> > >
> > >In the Google archives, by searching "mirror twins" /without/ "will
> > >dockery", as I usually do.
> > >
> > >This is what come up /first/ when searched that way:
> >
> > then he meant for you to find it
>
> Or perhaps he meant to pass it off as his own.
Yeah, that *must* have been it.
that is a complete impossibility. it would be easier to stop the spinning of the
earth then it would be to believe any human being in all of history would want
to take credit for something you did.
you need to keep this discussion in reality.
> "j r sherman" <jr...@earthlink.net> wrote
>> Will Dockery wrote:
>> >
>> >He posted the poem last March in a newsgroup where nobody knew me, and
>> >he left any trace of my name off. He clearly tried to pass the poem off
>> >as his.
>>
>> then how did you find it?
>
> In the Google archives, by searching "mirror twins" /without/ "will
> dockery", as I usually do.
>
> This is what come up /first/ when searched that way:
>
> ----
> From: Bob (Pat...@superbowl.com)
Google Groups now replaces the last three letters before the @ in an
email address with "...". This header hasn't come from Google.
> Subject: "Mirror Twins"
> This is the only article in this thread
> View: Original Format
> Newsgroups: alt.music.nirvana
> Date: 2005-03-09 22:04:51 PST
> ----
>
> And my poem follows, without mention of "Will Dockery", at all.
Any hope of a Message-Id in order to substantiate your claim?
If (for once) you're not lying, Mr Bob will be smacked around as much
as other Usenet thieves (such as you) have been.
But it very likely that you're lying.
As usual.
PJR :-)
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> In article <1119987447.4...@z14g2000cwz.googlegroups.com>,
> Will Dockery says...
>>
>>j r sherman wrote:
>>> Will Dockery says...
>>>
>>> >> What are you going on aboOt? That made zero sense.
>>> >
>>> >Simple: you liked my poem enough to respost it as if you'd
>>> >written it.
>>> >
>>> >You wanted to pass it off as your own.
>>>
>>> CHRIST, who on earth would want to do that??? to be associated
>>> with a dockery piece of shit? no one's that sick or distrubed.
>>
>>This guy is:
>
> NO, dockery, he was making FUN of you. he does not want to BE like
> you. NO ONE would ever want to be like you. not even the homeless
> are jealous of you.
>
> the homeless say to themselves, "fuck, i might be homeless, but at
> least i don't produce absolute shit and insist that it's art, i do
> have SOME human dignity!"
>
> NO, dockery, he was making FUN of you. i know the pathetic delusion
> that is your life REQUIRES that you believe others want to be like
> you, but that's simply not true. there isn't a human being on earth
> that would want to be like you. so get over it.
Speaking of homeless people, did you notice that Drunkery posted a box
number as his address?
Maybe his trailer was repossessed?
No, Bob, /you/ posted the poem last March:
----
"Mirror Twins"
Persi Phone and Prosper Pine watch birds fly darkness went as dawn came God
ghost
dreams dazed dum passing fall flowers clouded memories his lost selves
frolic ...
alt.music.nirvana - Mar 9, 2005 by Bob - View Thread (1 article)
----
Note that the only credit is "by Bob".
> what would
> posess you to post it again? And 2nd I said it before and I'll say it
> one last time for you...I post songs and stuff all the time and never
> ever give credit...but if I write something on my own I make sure it's
> known that I wrote it which I obvisouly didn't do in this case,so you
> can continue to bitch and moan all you want but the fact will remain
> that everyone besides you thinks your a boring untalented hack.
All that's beside the point, it doesn't matter in this what you or anyone
else /thinks/ about "Mirror Twins"... I came to reclaim credit, and this
I've done.
> In article <1120001639.5...@g14g2000cwa.googlegroups.com>, Will Dockery
> says...
> >
> >
> >j r sherman wrote:
> >> >> Will Dockery wrote:
> >> >> >
> >> >> >He posted the poem last March in a newsgroup where nobody knew me, and
> >> >> >he left any trace of my name off. He clearly tried to pass the poem off
> >> >> >as his.
> >> >>
> >> >> then how did you find it?
> >> >
> >> >In the Google archives, by searching "mirror twins" /without/ "will
> >> >dockery", as I usually do.
> >> >
> >> >This is what come up /first/ when searched that way:
> >>
> >> then he meant for you to find it
> >
> >Or perhaps he meant to pass it off as his own.
>
> that is a complete impossibility. it would be easier to stop the spinning of the
> earth then it would be to believe any human being in all of history would want
> to take credit for something you did.
>
> you need to keep this discussion in reality.
So, you're going to make it difficult for him, eh? That's cruel.
--
Cm~
Its a converted woodshed, Boss.
Bob wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
> >
> > He posted the poem last March in a newsgroup where nobody knew me, and
> > he left any trace of my name off. He clearly tried to pass the poem off
> > as his.
> >
> I said it before and I'll say it
> one last time for you...I post songs and stuff all the time and never
> ever give credit...
I see. But since I /found/ this one, and it's mine, I serring the
record straight, in case someone on your newsgroup mistakenly though
you wrote it--- since it says "by Bob" at the top of it.
Otherwise, thanks for leading me to a newsgroup I didn't know about
yet.
> but if I write something on my own I make sure it's
> known that I wrote it
So, actually, you probably know the way I feel about it.
Well it looks like I did post it(although I don't remember why since it
was a few months back now) but I also know I certaintly never claimed or
wanted credit for it....probably figured the people in AMN would think
the long windedness or his Jim Morrison ripoff was funny...
Willy D is a good example of what happens when you let usenet become a
waaay to big a part of your life.
Well, that part's valid, and no real harm done.
Plus, I've met some interesting Nirvana newsgroup folks.
What say we call a truce, eh?
lol....and all he's done the past few days is cry about the same shit
over and over again....priceless!
A matter I never cared to fix...and I'm glad I didn't...lots of down
time this week and you're keeping me more than amused!
>
>>next you'll be claiming that Dale doesn't like your laughable shit because
>
> he's
>
>>jealous of your abilities as an "artist."
>
>
> My jealousy of /anything/ was killed long ago.
>
> Dale's a much better poet than I am,
<snip more crappy poetry and recycled crying>
Not a hard feat....