> Merry Festivus friends,
<...>
Merry Fuckoffivus, Dreckery. 99% of all Usenet posters (and 99.99% of
Usenet posters who are high school graduates or better) want you to
fuck off, and some would be quite pleased if your fucking off were a
result of an exceptionally painful and prolonged terminal illness that
kept you agonisingly alive for months or years, but made use of a
computer impossible from the earliest stages.
As the angel says to the shepherds in the Vulgate:
Et in terra pax hominibus bonae voluntatis!
And on earth peace to men of good will!
which obviously excludes you, you odious little plagiarising and
bad-willed worm.
--
PJR :-)
Thanks, Pete.
> little plagiarising
Post proof of s.t.f.u, Pete.
--
"Red Lipped Stranger & other stories" by Will Dockery:
http://www.myspace.com/willdockery
Hummm, Book Burner or Dot Connector who needs to be stopped???
> On Jan 1, 4:02 pm, Peter J Ross <p...@example.invalid> wrote:
> > In rec.arts.poems on Fri, 25 Dec 2009 12:40:00 -0800 (PST), Will Dockery wrote:
> >
> > Merry Festivus friends,
> >
> > <...>
> >
> > Merry
>
> Thanks, Pete.
>
> > little plagiarising
>
> Post proof of s.t.f.u, Pete.
>
> --
> "Red Lipped Stranger
That is taken from My Teachings!
But Plagiarist, I have seen, but would have to be shown.
I haven't seen your Teachings, but post a link, I'm interested. But
since the fact is that I haven't seen these Teachings of yours,
there's most likely no relation to them & my poem.
> But Plagiarist, I have seen, but would have to be shown.
Here it is, then:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhcN1WK144
Red Lipped Stranger by Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars /
Written by Will Dockery, Brian Mallard & Henry Conley / Vocals - Will
Dockery / Vocals - Gini Woolfolk / Guitar - Brian Mallard / Art - Gary
Frankfurth / Produced by Robbie Wright © 2009
Red Lipped Stranger
Her creep crawls
the narrow stairway
of the Candlelight Motel
to watch for her
from a window.
Rethinking
his infatuation
but clinging
to his vision of her
as the red lipped stranger.
Downstairs
the desk clerk's cat
slithers through
the service entrance.
The vampirate
on a motorbike
passes below
to the westbound bridge
werewolf on her back.
Jennifer at riverbend
watches gunboats
smacks her foot
on the bright red clay.
Jennifer gives good lyric
she wrote this poem
she's no bum.
But she's not there
on the other side
of the greenish wall.
Through a three-inch-wall
he hears
bedsprings rattle
rustle of dry-hump,
some guy's mumbles.
Hears the fat blonde waitress
whip it in bondage
the sounds
lull him to sleep.
The hand of Uncle Sugar
still taking notes
as a new standard bearer
hands out trophies
to the winners.
His trillion dollar gash
flakes from the bone
as gravity tears
a pound of dust.
Clings to a picture book
the missing part of himself
as if perpetually
anchored
to his invisible erection.
At Lucky Seven Lounge
she tries
not to reveal herself
but she stubbornly clutches
her empty shoes.
Something
seems missing
in the broad daylight
when the details
are displayed.
All that remains are
her flat black hat
her oversized lantern
her broken laptop.
No poor boy on the street
can speak of her
or the island on the river.
Or about her return...
her resurrection.
-Will Dockery
Category: Music
Meanwhile your obvious hatred is no doubt eating away at you while we
breathe. As for your fantasies lusting for me to die from a horrible
disease, I'm human & will of course be gone soon enough.
Meanwhile, I wish you health & happiness during 2010, PJR... looks
like you have plenty of work to do for yourself.
Meanwhile, for your thrills & death fantasies, here's my current up-to-
the-minute Winter Blahs:
Feeling a bit under the weather tonight, besides the RA in my hand, I
have had a scorched lung, & in interest of conserving hand energy,
here is a doctored copy-and-paste written somewhere:
Here's my trouble & I know you can relate: I awoke not long ago
feeling that feeling... I seem to be possibly becoming lungsick again.
Yes, yes. Still undeclared & the true sign, the feverishness feeling,
is not here. The painful lung, the achy-sortof, is.
Considering I felt fine, except for complete mental & physical
exhaustion, all the way up to when I dozed off at 5, 6, or whatever
before daylight this morning, slept like an infant log, & woke up
feeling mentally & physically so-so, which by my standards is
"excellent", each cigarette is burning to the touch in my innards.
Obviously, if there's any chance this is of a contagious bent, I need
to opt-out this time. I am still insisting it is simply a matter of
burning the candle from the inside out, & it is a purely solitary
illness, not the sharing kind.
I've doubled-up on cigarette intake, or had been, in the hours
approaching the Elks show, & it really seems very likely that rather
than the "lungsickness" that it is a self-induced bronchial roasting,
which can repair itself reasonably well through abstinance from the
cigarettes, or getting them back down to the usually chimney level.
Orange juice & some reclining through the night, & I could be snappy
by morning. By morning I'll know if I have weeks of doom & gloom of
the Sickness, but right now joining y'all is still possible, and
desired, since there are no tell-tale feelings of "fever".
I have been running the Net since 1998 now about some issues.
Started Hard Core, August, 2001.
The Cailleach Bheare, Badb Shi or Banshee, the Shape Shifter of the House
of Life and Death.
You want links, you seem Brit enough read the KJV.
I am the "Pale Rider" who rides his High Mighty White Horse, talking about
a "Name", no one seems to know.
Shape Shifters of the Whore House are absolutely "Those who Paint their
Face"!
�
�
something tells me lady that you're not one....sit back and fuck
us...you're no more than a bitch rolling around on the ground pissing
on yourself...fucking whore...
Now now...
Never have Denied That, rather Boast that was How I got the TITLE!
It is a "GAY" thing!
Anal Retentives like you will never "UNDERSTAND"!
> sit back and fuck
> > us...
NO, I have a Partner and Help Mate, given me by GOD.
> you're no more than a bitch rolling around on the ground pissing
> > on yourself...fucking whore...
You have NO idea of the WHORES.
> �
>
> Now now...
Lick a Lamp Post.
You know you're combining replies from both me and =z= into one here,
don't you?
> > sit back and fuck
> > > us...
>
> NO, I have a Partner and Help Mate, given me by GOD.
>
> > you're no more than a bitch rolling around on the ground pissing
> > > on yourself...fucking whore...
>
> You have NO idea of the WHORES.
>
> > Now now...
>
> Lick a Lamp Post.
Okay, now I know you didn't know...
No, you prove you are a Clueless Newbie, but enjoy the weather anyway.
No, I proved that my Red Lipped Stranger poem is an original work, not
connected to any of these so-called "Teachings" of yours... but thanks
for the comments, anyhow.
Okay...
> On Jan 1, 4:02 pm, Peter J Ross <p...@example.invalid> wrote:
>
>> little plagiarising
>
> Post proof of s.t.f.u, Pete.
See the discussion here:
<http://groups.google.com/group/alt.arts.poetry.comments/msg/408a9ff9a51c8239>
So, this means that you must be admitting to plagiarism on the poem
you posted here recently without attribution, and in fact signed at
the bottom "PJR"?
See the discussion here:
http://groups.google.com/group/rec.arts.poems/msg/fa76bd4f94c9e4a4
--
"Red Lipped Stranger":
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhcN1WK144
New poetry & music recordings by Will Dockery
http://www.myspace.com/willdockery
> On Jan 5, 4:58 pm, Peter J Ross <p...@example.invalid> wrote:
>> In rec.arts.poems on Fri, 1 Jan 2010 13:42:04 -0800 (PST), Will Dockery wrote:
>> > On Jan 1, 4:02 pm, Peter J Ross <p...@example.invalid> wrote:
>>
>> >> little plagiarising
>>
>> > Post proof of s.t.f.u, Pete.
>>
>> See the discussion here:
>> <http://groups.google.com/group/alt.arts.poetry.comments/msg/408a9ff9a...>
>
> So, this means that you must be admitting to plagiarism on the poem
> you posted here recently without attribution, and in fact signed at
> the bottom "PJR"?
So your answer to my question ("Is [the mediaeval carol quoted] a
poem?") is "Yes"?
> See the discussion here:
> http://groups.google.com/group/rec.arts.poems/msg/fa76bd4f94c9e4a4
There wasn't much discussion, alas, partly because a couple of proven
thieves started whining dishonestly about plagiarism.
Perhaps you'd have contributed something to the discussion if you'd
been able to find any articles by Chive Mynde on the subject of
macaronic carols that you could try to pass off as your own work.
What ever happened to Chive Mynde anyway? (That's a question for the
nice people of AP and ARW, not for you, Dreckery.)
By your own logic, /you/ were proven a thief, PJR:
This is very amusing, how in your own words you proclaim how we are supposed
to feel about actions such as yours, PJR, posting poetry by others without
attribution, and in your case, signing the works as your own, as you did
with the poem in this thread:
http://groups.google.com/group/alt.arts.poetry.comments/msg/408a9ff9a51c8239
Peter J Ross wrote:
> I called him on that a week ago... he was posting lists copied off a
> webpage without any attributions, and his only defense was prettymuch
> that it isn't copyrighted, so it's okay for him to just copy it whenever
> he feels like.
Which is exactly what you did, and exactly the excuse you gave which you
claim makes it "all right", that the poem wasn't copyrighted:
On Dec 2 2009, 9:44 pm, Peter J Ross <p...@example.invalid> wrote:
> Of one that is so fair and bright,
> /Velut maris stella/,
> Brighter than the dayës light,
> /Parens et puella/,
> I cry to thee, thou see to me,
> Lady, pray thy Son for me,
> /Tam pia/,
> That I mote come to thee,
> /Maria/.
>
> Lady, flower of alle thing,
> /Rosa sine spina/,
> Thou beare Jesu, Heavene King,
> /Gratia divina/,
> Of alle thou bearst the prize,
> Lady Queen of Paradise
> /Electa/;
> Maide milde, mother, /es
> Effecta/.
>
> All this world was forlore
> /Eva peccatrice/,
> Till our Lord was ybore
> /De te genetrice/;
> With Ave, it went away,
> Thuster night and cometh the day,
> /Salutis/.
> The well springth out of thee,
> /Virtutis/.
>
> [etc]
>
> Is it a poem?
>
> --
> PJR :-)
--
"Black Crow's Brother" by Will Dockery & Gini Woolfolk:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxO1RAYTIFA
No, you hardly proved the Dark Lady of the Sonnet relation of the Badb Shi
to your way of word play, isn't what I teach.
�
Right, like Shatner with the Fire Serpent, can't prove I am the Dragon.
Sony and the "Covenant" can't prove I am the one they are talking of.
RIGHT!!!!!!
Sony almost went down over that.
Talk about "Sitting in the Hot Seat".
Mountain Oysters, taken to a whole new level.
Storm Gaetes are a Myth, so enjoy the weather.
I am, balmy here, supposed to get even warmer though, but watching the lower 48,
I sure ain't sweating the snow.
But looks like I get to do some more shoveling here real quick.'
Picked up the Green Spot where they threw the poison though, so will just give
me a chance to get outside for a bit.
So I am not Alone.............
�
That's nice...
I'd rather go dive into a lake filled with carnivorous squid than feel any
love from you or your ilk, Duckery.
Meanwhile your obvious hatred is no doubt eating away at you while we
breathe. As for your fantasies lusting for me to die from a horrible
disease, I'm human & will of course be gone soon enough.
Can you hurry it along please? There is a line to piss on your grave, I
don't want to have to wait.
> "Will Dockery" <will.d...@gmail.com> wrote in message
> news:afed14e0-8db3-4f83...@b2g2000yqi.googlegroups.com...
> On Jan 1, 4:02 pm, Peter J Ross <p...@example.invalid> wrote:
> >
> > would be quite pleased if your fucking off were a
> > result of an exceptionally painful and prolonged terminal illness that
> > kept you agonisingly alive for months or years
>
> Meanwhile your obvious hatred is no doubt eating away at you while we
> breathe. As for your fantasies lusting for me to die from a horrible
> disease, I'm human & will of course be gone soon enough.
Better hope it is fast, cause if Legends are Right, Time Ends, soon, and as
such you will be stuck.
�
2012?
I'll bring a box for you to stand on, Dink.
Are you two related?
> Peter J Ross <p...@example.invalid> wrote:
>>Orson Wells as CitizenCain <noem...@here.invalidd> wrote:
>>
>> > Can you hurry it along please? There is a line to piss on your grave, I
>> > don't want to have to wait.
>>
>> I'll bring a box for you to stand on, Dink.
>
> Are you two related?
We didn't let Dink emerge from the attic till he was sixteen, when he
persuaded us that his chamber pot was full.
Heh...
Penis J. Ross is in my killfile, and for good reason. He's nothing but some
limey tea-drinking git troll.
Probably a good place for him...