Self Portrait. by Will Dockery
Unknown
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
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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.
kittlesthekat
Only the love poems his boyfriend sends him.
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Cainman
"kittlesthekat" <throwaway...@lycos.com> wrote in message
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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.
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
> 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
news:25oc80lb8rmq02vch...@4ax.com...
> On 21 Apr 2004 01:49:08 +1000, (WDockery),wrote:
>
> >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
>
>
words?
It's the pot...it's all but killed his memory cells.
>
> You're a fuckup Will. You can't be "out there" with your poetry unless you
> really are out there or creative. You're just a dullard un witty pizzaboi.
And not even a very good one at that.
kittlesthekat
> The Fuck-Sayers
>
>
> My Neighbors the Fuck-Sayers chant round the clock.
> "Fuck" is their mantra: "Oh fuck!" "What the fuck...?"
>
> At times they scream "Bitch!" and fart off in their truck,
> but they're back soon enough to "Fuck you, you fuck!"
>
> They can say other words...they say "Dude"..."Dude, wake up!
> It's 3-fuckin'-a.m., it's time to shout 'fuck'!"
>
> Plus they're training their pit bull to run amuck,
> rip bodyparts, and bark "fuck-fuck."
Well, that was interesting.
You should write a sequal called "The Shit-Sayers".
--
Heck is where people go who don't believe in Gosh.
I use Usenet Monster to post on usenet, it's anonymous (which means
Cainman
> 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.
Will Dockery
> Yes, adding an "e" turns an illegal drug into a damsel who is brave.
Cain's a loose cannone foole.
Will
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
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
> 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
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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
"Will Dockery" <fearde...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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Why don't the two of you just get a hotel room with a large anchovy and be
done with it?