mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
David Dalton wrote:
HererCOs a poem by Dorothy Livesay[...]
-------
How do you interpret that? I guess there are
many complex mth roots of 1=2*n*pi, n=0,1,2...
Also I guess the heart could be a cardioid. :-)
In the above poem some multiple spaces will
have been converted to a single space by my
newsreader Hogwasher, which does not
allow posting of multiple spaces (or spaces
at the start of a line) or of multiple blank lines.
Searching for actual mathematical equations regarding the root of one, might be over thinking it a bit.
Its message is more elementary than that; she's applying mathematical formulas to sexual patterns:
Much talk... no bed. Or, MT>B. B=0.
Some talk... some bed. Or, ST=B. B=ST.
No talk... all bed; and talk tomorrow. Or, NT<B [+ T] tomorrow.
IOW: The speaker is recognizing patterns in her mate's sexual behavior which she sarcastically refers to as "the great game."
Recognizing the patterns reduces sex to a "game" -- a predetermined set of movements that one goes through by rote.
This, in turn, reduces the speaker's desire.
She says that she meant to "hold your bones deep to the root of one." This passage is full of sexual overtones (winking references to penile erection and deep penetration), reflecting the wild, uncontrolled passion she had felt.
Unfortunately, her recognition of their behavioral "formulas" regarding sex has put her out of the mood. B=0.
It's clever, but emotionally flat.
The poem is also not in the public domain in the US or Canada. Ms. Livesay died in 1996, so that is not: "General Rule (Post-2022): Death of author + 70 years."
David Dalton, please do not commit copyright infringement.
Perhaps David is unaware of the recent changes in Canadian Copyright law.
perhaps you are also:
As far as I know I mostly up to date, as George Dsnce and I have discovered the changing laws in Canada here several times over the years.
"Before December 30, 2022, the general copyright term in Canada was the life of the author plus 50 years (ending on December 31 of that 50th year). This standard applied to most literary, dramatic, musical, and artistic works. Works already in the public domain as of December 31, 2021, remained free." (From George Dance's favorite source.)
Ms. Livesay died in 1996. David Dalton should be able to do the math. >>>>
I'd mentioned in the past that my earliest extant poem dates from around the time I was 16.
I'm not far behind you, then
I did recently find some old comic strips I drew back around 1969. >>>>>
You would have been 10/11 years old in 1969.
Again, that's correct.
I was drawing comix in 1969, not really writing poetry quite yet.
HTH and HAND.
You should have displayed it
Will Donkey xxxxxxxxxx xxxxx xxxxx xxxxx
Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote in news:GxOdnSM1qud7gAL0nZ2dnZfqnPidnZ2d@giganews.com:
HarryLime wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime)
posted: Will Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
David Dalton wrote:
HererCOs a poem by Dorothy Livesay
-------
How do you interpret that? I guess there are
many complex mth roots of 1=2*n*pi, n=0,1,2...
Also I guess the heart could be a cardioid. :-)
In the above poem some multiple spaces will
have been converted to a single space by my
newsreader Hogwasher, which does not
allow posting of multiple spaces (or spaces
at the start of a line) or of multiple blank lines.
Searching for actual mathematical equations regarding the
root of one, might be over thinking it a bit.
Its message is more elementary than that; she's applying
mathematical formulas to sexual patterns:
Much talk... no bed. Or, MT>B. B=0.
Some talk... some bed. Or, ST=B. B=ST.
No talk... all bed; and talk tomorrow. Or, NT<B [+ T]
tomorrow.
IOW: The speaker is recognizing patterns in her mate's sexual
behavior which she sarcastically refers to as "the great
game."
Recognizing the patterns reduces sex to a "game" -- a
predetermined set of movements that one goes through by rote.
This, in turn, reduces the speaker's desire.
She says that she meant to "hold your bones deep to the root
of one." This passage is full of sexual overtones (winking
references to penile erection and deep penetration),
reflecting the wild, uncontrolled passion she had felt.
Unfortunately, her recognition of their behavioral "formulas"
regarding sex has put her out of the mood. B=0.
It's clever, but emotionally flat.
The poem is also not in the public domain in the US or
Canada. Ms. Livesay died in 1996, so that is not: "General
Rule (Post-2022): Death of author + 70 years."
David Dalton, please do not commit copyright infringement.
Perhaps David is unaware of the recent changes in Canadian
Copyright law.
perhaps you are also:
As far as I know I mostly up to date, as George Dsnce and I
have discovered the changing laws in Canada here several
times over the years.
"Before December 30, 2022, the general copyright term in
Canada was the life of the author plus 50 years (ending on
December 31 of that 50th year). This standard applied to most
literary, dramatic, musical, and artistic works. Works
already in the public domain as of December 31, 2021,
remained free." (From George Dance's favorite source.)
Ms. Livesay died in 1996. David Dalton should be able to do
the math.
[...]
I'd mentioned in the past that my earliest extant poem dates
from around the time I was 16.
I'm not far behind you, then
I did recently find some old comic strips I drew back around
1969.
You would have been 10/11 years old in 1969.
Again, that's correct.
I was drawing comix in 1969, not really writing poetry quite
yet.
I've drawn literally thousands of comic strips throughout my
life.
You should have left those
I don't agree obviously.
Was posting it twice
Just catching up on a couple dozen posts from you and your
fellow trolls tonight, Harry.
WTF
Says Harry the troll.
Is the "scribble zine" scan
Like I said.
EfyA
Is your post-editing my statements supposed to prove that *I'm* a
troll, Donkey?
How stupid can one dumbass Donkey be?
A Will Donkey can be very, very stupid. He is too stupid to know
that he's stupid. Donkey is a living (sort of) example of the
Dunning-Kruger effect.
While the Donkey certainly exhibits signs of the Dunning-Kruger
effect, I suspect that these are actually symptoms of a deeper,
underlying condition -- delusions of adequacy. Whereas the
Dunning-Kruger effect stems from stopping (or fixating) in the early
stages of the learning curve, creating the false self-perception of
mastery in a given field or topic; delusions of adequacy pertain to
all elements of the individual's life regardless of whether any
learning has successfully taken place. An individual suffering from
delusions of adequacy, develops an ego-centric stance of
self-absorption to the point where they are unable to view the world
existing outside of their immediate orbit as having an relevance.
Having received a gold star on a crayon drawing they'd made in
kindergarten makes them a great artist. Having received a "Best
Poet" award from a local listings paper that was handing out prizes
to everyone who nominated themselves makes them a great poet, etc.
And anyone who points out their lack of ability/talent, or questions
their mastery in any way, is part of a conspiracy of jealous "trolls"
who are out to get them.
While this sounds suspiciously similar to someone suffering from
delusions of grandeur, with a persecution complex arising as a means
of compensation; a person with delusions of grandeur is
ordinary/adequate to begin with. A person with delusions of
adequacy, otoh, usually possesses an IQ of 70 or less, and exists at
the lowest levels of society (bum camps, dilapidated sheds, etc.).
The person with delusions of adequacy also tends to elevate
themselves to an even higher position than one with delusions of
grandeur. The latter, only mistakenly perceive themselves as great;
whereas the former perceives themselves to not only be great, but
successful, famous, and deservedly celebrated too boot.
In his mind, Will Donkey is a legendary television star (not only was
he the host of "Kaleidoscope," but he starred in a commercial for a
local used car lot. He wrote a monthly column in an "Arts" magazine
with a circulation of 500,000. He has written and published numerous
chapbooks and comic books (and is in the Comics Hall of Fame), has
had his poetry featured in the "Poets' Market" directories, sung and
played various instruments in 1,000s of concerts, held the number 1
spot on Reverbnation for the past 30 years, dazzled the world with
his abstract paintings, met and befriended such literary giants as
Ahnos Zu-Bolton, appeared in documentary films chronicling the
Columbus Art and Music scene, and his "Zorro!" video went viral on
Youtube. In short, he is the greatest artist (all fields) of the
late 20th/early 21st centuries, and is busy "setting the record
straight" for the future historians who will be desperate to glean
any information they can about "the great, bumpy and wild ride (of)
being Will Dockery."
Very astute observations, Michael. Donkey is below inadequate, in the
pathetic and laughable range, yet he thinks he is great at everything
he does. Maybe it's the liquor and drugs--or when Mildred used to
say, "Good dog," when Donkey went #2 outside instead of on the dirt
floor.
Too bad Pickles isn't around (not really) to follow Will Donkey from
venue to venue, chronicling his every performance and grunt.
Think Donkey is paper trained? I doubt it myself.
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime)
posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
David Dalton wrote:
HererCOs a poem by Dorothy Livesay
-------
How do you interpret that? I guess there are
many complex mth roots of 1=2*n*pi, n=0,1,2...
Also I guess the heart could be a cardioid. :-)
In the above poem some multiple spaces will
have been converted to a single space by my
newsreader Hogwasher, which does not
allow posting of multiple spaces (or spaces
at the start of a line) or of multiple blank lines.
Searching for actual mathematical equations regarding the
root of one, might be over thinking it a bit.
Its message is more elementary than that; she's applying
mathematical formulas to sexual patterns:
Much talk... no bed. Or, MT>B. B=0.
Some talk... some bed. Or, ST=B. B=ST.
No talk... all bed; and talk tomorrow. Or, NT<B [+ T]
tomorrow.
IOW: The speaker is recognizing patterns in her mate's sexual
behavior which she sarcastically refers to as "the great
game."
Recognizing the patterns reduces sex to a "game" -- a
predetermined set of movements that one goes through by rote.
This, in turn, reduces the speaker's desire.
She says that she meant to "hold your bones deep to the root
of one." This passage is full of sexual overtones (winking
references to penile erection and deep penetration),
reflecting the wild, uncontrolled passion she had felt.
Unfortunately, her recognition of their behavioral "formulas"
regarding sex has put her out of the mood. B=0.
It's clever, but emotionally flat.
The poem is also not in the public domain in the US or
Canada. Ms. Livesay died in 1996, so that is not: "General
Rule (Post-2022): Death of author + 70 years."
David Dalton, please do not commit copyright infringement.
Perhaps David is unaware of the recent changes in Canadian
Copyright law.
perhaps you are also:
As far as I know I mostly up to date, as George Dsnce and I
have discovered the changing laws in Canada here several
times over the years.
"Before December 30, 2022, the general copyright term in
Canada was the life of the author plus 50 years (ending on
December 31 of that 50th year). This standard applied to most
literary, dramatic, musical, and artistic works. Works
already in the public domain as of December 31, 2021,
remained free." (From George Dance's favorite source.)
Ms. Livesay died in 1996. David Dalton should be able to do
the math.
[...]
I'd mentioned in the past that my earliest extant poem dates
from around the time I was 16.
I'm not far behind you, then
I did recently find some old comic strips I drew back around
1969.
You would have been 10/11 years old in 1969.
Again, that's correct.
I was drawing comix in 1969, not really writing poetry quite
yet.
I've drawn literally thousands of comic strips throughout my
life.
You should have left those
I don't agree obviously.
Just catching up on a couple dozen posts from you and your
fellow trolls tonight, Harry.
WTF
Says Harry the troll.
Those ragged "song books" that Will
carries around
Will Dockery wrote:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime)
posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
David Dalton wrote:
HererCOs a poem by Dorothy Livesay
-------
How do you interpret that? I guess there are
many complex mth roots of 1=2*n*pi, n=0,1,2...
Also I guess the heart could be a cardioid. :-)
In the above poem some multiple spaces will
have been converted to a single space by my
newsreader Hogwasher, which does not
allow posting of multiple spaces (or spaces
at the start of a line) or of multiple blank lines.
Searching for actual mathematical equations regarding the
root of one, might be over thinking it a bit.
Its message is more elementary than that; she's applying
mathematical formulas to sexual patterns:
Much talk... no bed. Or, MT>B. B=0.
Some talk... some bed. Or, ST=B. B=ST.
No talk... all bed; and talk tomorrow. Or, NT<B [+ T]
tomorrow.
IOW: The speaker is recognizing patterns in her mate's sexual
behavior which she sarcastically refers to as "the great
game."
Recognizing the patterns reduces sex to a "game" -- a
predetermined set of movements that one goes through by rote.
This, in turn, reduces the speaker's desire.
She says that she meant to "hold your bones deep to the root
of one." This passage is full of sexual overtones (winking
references to penile erection and deep penetration),
reflecting the wild, uncontrolled passion she had felt.
Unfortunately, her recognition of their behavioral "formulas"
regarding sex has put her out of the mood. B=0.
It's clever, but emotionally flat.
The poem is also not in the public domain in the US or
Canada. Ms. Livesay died in 1996, so that is not: "General
Rule (Post-2022): Death of author + 70 years."
David Dalton, please do not commit copyright infringement.
Perhaps David is unaware of the recent changes in Canadian
Copyright law.
perhaps you are also:
As far as I know I mostly up to date, as George Dsnce and I
have discovered the changing laws in Canada here several
times over the years.
"Before December 30, 2022, the general copyright term in
Canada was the life of the author plus 50 years (ending on
December 31 of that 50th year). This standard applied to most
literary, dramatic, musical, and artistic works. Works
already in the public domain as of December 31, 2021,
remained free." (From George Dance's favorite source.)
Ms. Livesay died in 1996. David Dalton should be able to do
the math.
[...]
I'd mentioned in the past that my earliest extant poem dates
from around the time I was 16.
I'm not far behind you, then
I did recently find some old comic strips I drew back around
1969.
You would have been 10/11 years old in 1969.
Again, that's correct.
I was drawing comix in 1969, not really writing poetry quite
yet.
I've drawn literally thousands of comic strips throughout my
life.
You should have left those
I don't agree obviously.
Just catching up on a couple dozen posts from you and your
fellow trolls tonight, Harry.
WTF
Says Harry the troll.
Those ragged "song books" that Will Donkey carries around double as puppy pads. Mildred used to make them out of Will's crude drawings. They didn't have a bird cage.
Admission of stalking by NG noted.
NancyGene wrote:
Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote in
news:GxOdnSM1qud7gAL0nZ2dnZfqnPidnZ2d@giganews.com:
HarryLime wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will-Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime)
posted: Will Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
David Dalton wrote:
HererCOs a poem by Dorothy Livesay
-------
How do you interpret that? I guess there are
many complex mth roots of 1=2*n*pi, n=0,1,2...
Also I guess the heart could be a cardioid. :-)
In the above poem some multiple spaces will
have been converted to a single space by my
newsreader Hogwasher, which does not
allow posting of multiple spaces (or spaces
at the start of a line) or of multiple blank lines.
Searching for actual mathematical equations regarding the
root of one, might be over thinking it a bit.
Its message is more elementary than that; she's applying
mathematical formulas to sexual patterns:
Much talk... no bed. Or, MT>B. B=0.
Some talk... some bed. Or, ST=B. B=ST.
No talk... all bed; and talk tomorrow. Or, NT<B [+ T]
tomorrow.
IOW: The speaker is recognizing patterns in her mate's sexual
behavior which she sarcastically refers to as "the great
game."
Recognizing the patterns reduces sex to a "game" -- a
predetermined set of movements that one goes through by rote.
This, in turn, reduces the speaker's desire.
She says that she meant to "hold your bones deep to the root
of one." This passage is full of sexual overtones (winking
references to penile erection and deep penetration),
reflecting the wild, uncontrolled passion she had felt.
Unfortunately, her recognition of their behavioral "formulas"
regarding sex has put her out of the mood. B=0.
It's clever, but emotionally flat.
The poem is also not in the public domain in the US or
Canada. Ms. Livesay died in 1996, so that is not: "General
Rule (Post-2022): Death of author + 70 years."
David Dalton, please do not commit copyright infringement.
Perhaps David is unaware of the recent changes in Canadian
Copyright law.
perhaps you are also:
As far as I know I mostly up to date, as George Dsnce and I
have discovered the changing laws in Canada here several
times over the years.
"Before December 30, 2022, the general copyright term in
Canada was the life of the author plus 50 years (ending on
December 31 of that 50th year). This standard applied to most
literary, dramatic, musical, and artistic works. Works
already in the public domain as of December 31, 2021,
remained free." (From George Dance's favorite source.)
Ms. Livesay died in 1996. David Dalton should be able to do
the math.
[...]
I'd mentioned in the past that my earliest extant poem dates
from around the time I was 16.
I'm not far behind you, then
I did recently find some old comic strips I drew back around
1969.
You would have been 10/11 years old in 1969.
Again, that's correct.
I was drawing comix in 1969, not really writing poetry quite
yet.
I've drawn literally thousands of comic strips throughout my
life.
You should have left those
I don't agree obviously.
Was posting it twice
Just catching up on a couple dozen posts from you and your
fellow trolls tonight, Harry.
WTF
Says Harry the troll.
Is the "scribble zine" scan
Like I said.
EfyA
Is your post-editing my statements supposed to prove that *I'm* a
troll, Donkey?
How stupid can one dumbass Donkey be?
A Will Donkey can be very, very stupid. He is too stupid to know
that he's stupid. Donkey is a living (sort of) example of the
Dunning-Kruger effect.
While the Donkey certainly exhibits signs of the Dunning-Kruger
effect, I suspect that these are actually symptoms of a deeper,
underlying condition -- delusions of adequacy. Whereas the
Dunning-Kruger effect stems from stopping (or fixating) in the early
stages of the learning curve, creating the false self-perception of
mastery in a given field or topic; delusions of adequacy pertain to
all elements of the individual's life regardless of whether any
learning has successfully taken place. An individual suffering from
delusions of adequacy, develops an ego-centric stance of
self-absorption to the point where they are unable to view the world
existing outside of their immediate orbit as having an relevance.
Having received a gold star on a crayon drawing they'd made in
kindergarten makes them a great artist. Having received a "Best
Poet" award from a local listings paper that was handing out prizes
to everyone who nominated themselves makes them a great poet, etc.
And anyone who points out their lack of ability/talent, or questions
their mastery in any way, is part of a conspiracy of jealous "trolls"
who are out to get them.
While this sounds suspiciously similar to someone suffering from
delusions of grandeur, with a persecution complex arising as a means
of compensation; a person with delusions of grandeur is
ordinary/adequate to begin with. A person with delusions of
adequacy, otoh, usually possesses an IQ of 70 or less, and exists at
the lowest levels of society (bum camps, dilapidated sheds, etc.).
The person with delusions of adequacy also tends to elevate
themselves to an even higher position than one with delusions of
grandeur. The latter, only mistakenly perceive themselves as great;
whereas the former perceives themselves to not only be great, but
successful, famous, and deservedly celebrated too boot.
In his mind, Will Donkey is a legendary television star (not only was
he the host of "Kaleidoscope," but he starred in a commercial for a
local used car lot. He wrote a monthly column in an "Arts" magazine
with a circulation of 500,000. He has written and published numerous
chapbooks and comic books (and is in the Comics Hall of Fame), has
had his poetry featured in the "Poets' Market" directories, sung and
played various instruments in 1,000s of concerts, held the number 1
spot on Reverbnation for the past 30 years, dazzled the world with
his abstract paintings, met and befriended such literary giants as
Ahnos Zu-Bolton, appeared in documentary films chronicling the
Columbus Art and Music scene, and his "Zorro!" video went viral on
Youtube. In short, he is the greatest artist (all fields) of the
late 20th/early 21st centuries, and is busy "setting the record
straight" for the future historians who will be desperate to glean
any information they can about "the great, bumpy and wild ride (of)
being Will Dockery."
Very astute observations, Michael. Donkey is below inadequate, in the
pathetic and laughable range, yet he thinks he is great at everything
he does. Maybe it's the liquor and drugs--or when Mildred used to
say, "Good dog," when Donkey went #2 outside instead of on the dirt
floor.
Too bad Pickles isn't around (not really) to follow Will Donkey from
venue to venue, chronicling his every performance and grunt.
Think Donkey is paper trained? I doubt it myself.
Those ragged "song books" that Will Donkey carries around double as puppy pads. Mildred used to make them out of Will's crude drawings. They didn't have a bird cage.
Will Dockery wrote:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
David Dalton wrote:
HererCOs a poem by Dorothy Livesay
-------
How do you interpret that? I guess there are
many complex mth roots of 1=2*n*pi, n=0,1,2...
Also I guess the heart could be a cardioid. :-)
In the above poem some multiple spaces will
have been converted to a single space by my
newsreader Hogwasher, which does not
allow posting of multiple spaces (or spaces
at the start of a line) or of multiple blank lines.
Searching for actual mathematical equations regarding the
root of one, might be over thinking it a bit.
Its message is more elementary than that; she's applying
mathematical formulas to sexual patterns:
Much talk... no bed. Or, MT>B. B=0.
Some talk... some bed. Or, ST=B. B=ST.
No talk... all bed; and talk tomorrow. Or, NT<B [+ T]
tomorrow.
IOW: The speaker is recognizing patterns in her mate's sexual
behavior which she sarcastically refers to as "the great
game."
Recognizing the patterns reduces sex to a "game" -- a
predetermined set of movements that one goes through by rote.
This, in turn, reduces the speaker's desire.
She says that she meant to "hold your bones deep to the root
of one." This passage is full of sexual overtones (winking
references to penile erection and deep penetration),
reflecting the wild, uncontrolled passion she had felt.
Unfortunately, her recognition of their behavioral "formulas"
regarding sex has put her out of the mood. B=0.
It's clever, but emotionally flat.
The poem is also not in the public domain in the US or
Canada. Ms. Livesay died in 1996, so that is not: "General
Rule (Post-2022): Death of author + 70 years."
David Dalton, please do not commit copyright infringement.
Perhaps David is unaware of the recent changes in Canadian
Copyright law.
perhaps you are also:
As far as I know I mostly up to date, as George Dsnce and I
have discovered the changing laws in Canada here several
times over the years.
"Before December 30, 2022, the general copyright term in
Canada was the life of the author plus 50 years (ending on
December 31 of that 50th year). This standard applied to most
literary, dramatic, musical, and artistic works. Works
already in the public domain as of December 31, 2021,
remained free." (From George Dance's favorite source.)
Ms. Livesay died in 1996. David Dalton should be able to do
the math.
[...]
I'd mentioned in the past that my earliest extant poem dates
from around the time I was 16.
I'm not far behind you, then
I did recently find some old comic strips I drew back around
1969.
You would have been 10/11 years old in 1969.
Again, that's correct.
I was drawing comix in 1969, not really writing poetry quite
yet.
I've drawn literally thousands of comic strips throughout my
life.
You should have left those
I don't agree obviously.
Just catching up on a couple dozen posts from you and your
fellow trolls tonight, Harry.
WTF
Says Harry the troll.
Those ragged "song books" that Will xxxxxxxxxx xxxxx xxxxx
Admission of stalking by NG noted.
And here I thought that NancyGene was joking.
Will Dockery wrote:
nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime)
posted:
Will Dockery wrote:
NancyGene wrote:
David Dalton wrote:
HererCOs a poem by Dorothy Livesay
-------
How do you interpret that? I guess there are
many complex mth roots of 1=2*n*pi, n=0,1,2...
Also I guess the heart could be a cardioid. :-)
In the above poem some multiple spaces will
have been converted to a single space by my
newsreader Hogwasher, which does not
allow posting of multiple spaces (or spaces
at the start of a line) or of multiple blank lines.
Searching for actual mathematical equations regarding the
root of one, might be over thinking it a bit.
Its message is more elementary than that; she's applying
mathematical formulas to sexual patterns:
Much talk... no bed. Or, MT>B. B=0.
Some talk... some bed. Or, ST=B. B=ST.
No talk... all bed; and talk tomorrow. Or, NT<B [+ T]
tomorrow.
IOW: The speaker is recognizing patterns in her mate's sexual
behavior which she sarcastically refers to as "the great
game."
Recognizing the patterns reduces sex to a "game" -- a
predetermined set of movements that one goes through by rote.
This, in turn, reduces the speaker's desire.
She says that she meant to "hold your bones deep to the root
of one." This passage is full of sexual overtones (winking
references to penile erection and deep penetration),
reflecting the wild, uncontrolled passion she had felt.
Unfortunately, her recognition of their behavioral "formulas"
regarding sex has put her out of the mood. B=0.
It's clever, but emotionally flat.
The poem is also not in the public domain in the US or
Canada. Ms. Livesay died in 1996, so that is not: "General
Rule (Post-2022): Death of author + 70 years."
David Dalton, please do not commit copyright infringement.
Perhaps David is unaware of the recent changes in Canadian
Copyright law.
perhaps you are also:
As far as I know I mostly up to date, as George Dsnce and I
have discovered the changing laws in Canada here several
times over the years.
"Before December 30, 2022, the general copyright term in
Canada was the life of the author plus 50 years (ending on
December 31 of that 50th year). This standard applied to most
literary, dramatic, musical, and artistic works. Works
already in the public domain as of December 31, 2021,
remained free." (From George Dance's favorite source.)
Ms. Livesay died in 1996. David Dalton should be able to do
the math.
[...]
I'd mentioned in the past that my earliest extant poem dates
from around the time I was 16.
I'm not far behind you, then
I did recently find some old comic strips I drew back around
1969.
You would have been 10/11 years old in 1969.
Again, that's correct.
I was drawing comix in 1969, not really writing poetry quite
yet.
I've drawn literally thousands of comic strips throughout my
life.
You should have left those
I don't agree obviously.
Just catching up on a couple dozen posts from you and your
fellow trolls tonight, Harry.
WTF
Says Harry the troll.
Those ragged "song books"
Admission of stalking by NG noted.
And here I thought that NancyGene was joking.
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