Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > On Saturday, February 24, 2018 at 5:16:51 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >
> > > Different John Phillips, of course.
> > >
> > > 😀
> >
> > Oh. Well, in that case ... no one cares.
>
> You cared enough in another thread to make an explanation of who John
> Phillips is and what his importance to poetry is necessary, though,
> Pendragon...
>> I'll repost that part again, if you've forgotten.
>
>>
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.arts.poetry.comments/5USK5kHuagA/TdDq9I4bCwAJ
>
> So, I said "I'm sure you would (love to have him write an Intro to your
> book)."
>
> It should be obvious from the context that my remark is sarcastically
> noting that, since he'd slurped you in the passage you'd quoted, you'd
> love to have him slurp you yet again.
Okay, at first it seemed like you were making what we call on Usenet a "gay
lame".
Reposting this on the original thread as well, to keep the record straight
in the archives.
> Pendragon wrote:
> > On Saturday, February 17, 2018 at 6:55:53 PM UTC-5, George J. Dance
> > wrote:
> >> On Saturday, February 17, 2018 at 5:58:48 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >
> > > My friend John Phillips might be a good possibility to write the
> > > introduction:
> > > > > Critique of "At The Telephone Club" a Henri Coulette poem, written
> > > > > by John Phillips "...An atmospheric, secretive piece by Henri
> > > > > Coulette. His work calls to mind Columbus poet Will Dockery for
> > > > > me, as both of their work seems to exist in a shrouded
> > > > > other-world: for Dockery it is Shadowville, which we'll address in
> > > > > another column; for Coulette it is the smoky noir Los Angeles of
> > > > > Raymond Chandler, full of spies and madams and detectives and
> > > > > liars, people with secrets hanging out in scuzzy hotel rooms and
> > > > > putting out cigarettes in empty bottles of cheap beer [...] This
> > > > > poem, from his first book "War of the Secret Agents and other
> > > > > poems," is so deep in Coulette's dark alternate world that you can
> > > > > see Philip Marlowe sitting by himself down at the other end of the
> > > > > bar, with his hat pushed back on his head, looking at his drink,
> > > > > thinking. But it's the voice of the poem's speaker that's most
> > > > > interesting. The character is drawn in a few nasty strokes, just a
> > > > > few lines from inside his head, and yet there's a sense of who he
> > > > > is, and where he's going, and how bad things will be when he gets
> > > > > there..." -John Phillips
> > > >
> > > > Nice. He doesn't compare you to Coulette; he compares Coulette to
> > > > you. That counts for a bit.
> > >
> > > Yes, I must admit that it isn't hard to like writing such as this, is
> > > it? "...Columbus poet Will Dockery for me, as both of their work seems
> > > to exist in a shrouded other-world: for Dockery it is Shadowville...
> > > for Coulette it is the smoky noir Los Angeles of Raymond Chandler,
> > > full of spies and madams and detectives and liars, people with secrets
> > > hanging out in scuzzy hotel rooms and putting out cigarettes in empty
> > > bottles of cheap beer..."
> >
> > I'd love to have him.
>
> I'm sure you would.
> ==============================================================
>
> So, I'm giving a few examples of why we love to have John Phillips around.
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Edited and Published by George J. Dance.