The Will Dockery Archives, Part 1

ggamble wrote:
> On 10 Apr 2005 11:06:54 -0700, "Will Dockery" wrote:
>
> >> You lied.
> >> It's documented.

So far as I know, you've never actually lied--- your opinion of my poetry is
your valid opinion.

But it *is* noted, and documented that you're already back to making
worthless posts with this "cut and paste" laziness.

I'll throw you two poems randomly pulled from the archives. Give me a real
critique in the style you attempted in one or two recent posts, and I'll
agree that you're more than just a trolling Gas-fly:

-----

Green Ringlets.

The ocean turns with each new day
he spilled the beer and domestic turmoil abounds.
I dropped the reciever back
and lit a cigarette--- it tasted murky.

Her eyes are green with deep golden ringlets
'round her pupils.
A dead spot--- there was nothing there at all.

Saw his lady drinking beer with another man all alone
said I'd like to take her to the shed
make pictures of her eyeballs.
She is like smoke--- she smells musky.

There is a crackling
it's too numerous, conjunctual---
the burden of the poachers
they line around you for favors.
They come to you under smoky skies
the smoky underlit city skies.

Coming around and hitting my fist on wood
it gets quite late when it's early then.

The cold wind blows on the orderly ghetto
the city is moonlit and quiet
silent black cars pass sometimes.

Watching the searchlight in the smoked up sky
as it crosses the perimeter
and doubles back upon itself.

-Will Dockery 1981 (c)2003

*and*

Gold Like A Broken Ring.

Crescent moon
on just fresh Autumn
waves lapping
from the river.
Myth and reality at once.
Bon Bon
Good good early chill.
Memory like a haunting shadow.

Sandy blanket
slither of moon
gold like a broken ring
by the river.
Hair caught the light
Bon Bon
bright stars shining somewhere above.
Lights across the bay.

Movement in the field
under cover of darkness
she says "Don't worry..."
"The woods have predators."
Myth and reality at once.
Bon Bon
Good good early chill.
Memory like a haunting shadow.

-Will Dockery 2002
----

Hope this helps, or more pointedly, hope *you* can help.

Not that I'm holding my breath.

--
"Mirror Twins" [Will Dockery]
http://www.lulu.com/items/29000/29085/preview/Will_Dockery_-_03_-_Track__3.mp3

"God Smiles/Sleepy Lizard Girl" [Will Dockery]
http://www.lulu.com/items/26000/26881/preview/Irony_Waves_-_Track__5.mp3

On Sun, 10 Apr 2005 15:13:16 -0400, "Will Dockery"
<will_dockery.DeleteThis@knology.net> wrote:

>
>ggamble wrote:
>> On 10 Apr 2005 11:06:54 -0700, "Will Dockery" wrote:
>>
>> >> You lied.
>> >> It's documented.
>
>So far as I know, you've never actually lied--- your opinion of my poetry is
>your valid opinion.

You're right, I have never actually lied in a post on usenet unless I
was engaging in parody or satire, or was being ironic.

On the other hand, you have lied on numerous occasions, the most
recent example is clearly and undeniably laid out elsewhere in this
very thread.



>But it *is* noted, and documented that you're already back to making
>worthless posts with this "cut and paste" laziness.

Point out what I've cut and pasted, Will.
I may have cut and pasted the headers
from the posts
that prove
that you're
a fucken liar.


>I'll throw you two poems randomly pulled from the archives. Give me a real
>critique in the style you attempted in one or two recent posts, and I'll
>agree that you're more than just a trolling Gas-fly:

Giving someone a thoughtful and insightful critique is a loving act of
kindness. Receiving a thoughtful and insightful critique from someone
who knows what the fuck they're talking about is a great treasure.
I know this because I've given and received dozens, hundreds, many
hundreds of insightful and thoughtful critiques over the years.

Your work is beneath critique.

I'm reasonably certain that if I expended the time and effort to
review your work that I normally expend, that I would be expending
more time, energy and thought than you did when you were typing it.


If you think I need to prove to you or anyone that I know how to
critique by commenting on your slush, you truly are out
of your fucken
mind.

Now, admit that you lied.