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NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to comprehend. >>>>>
Thanks again, Jordy.

Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,

It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to follow. >>>
EfOe

Then decode it.

We are waiting...

And waiting... and waiting...

For a "very easy to follow" poem that will only "take a few minutes to decode," it sure is taking the Donkey a heckuva lot of time.


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mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) wrote in news:OrOcnbcpy7mubHv1nZ2dnZfqnPSdnZ2d@giganews.com:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to
comprehend.

Thanks again, Jordy.

Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories
and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails
and wars, whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven
days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast
on the pavement, who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving
a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and
migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak
furnished room, who wandered around and around at midnight in the
railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken
hearts, who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing
through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night, who
studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop
kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet
in Kansas, who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking
visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels, who
thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural
ecstasy,

It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to
follow.

EfOe

Then decode it.

We are waiting...

And waiting... and waiting...

For a "very easy to follow" poem that will only "take a few minutes to decode," it sure is taking the Donkey a heckuva lot of time.

"Will" the end of eternity be soon enough?

PS: See what I did there?
--
"Post-editing someone's statement before replying to it is a sure sign
that you have already lost the argument." - Little Willie Douchebag gets another asskicking from Pendragon.

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Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) wrote in news:OrOcnbcpy7mubHv1nZ2dnZfqnPSdnZ2d@giganews.com:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4


Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to
comprehend.

Thanks again, Jordy.



Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories
and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails
and wars, whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven
days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast
on the pavement, who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving
a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and
migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak
furnished room, who wandered around and around at midnight in the
railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken
hearts, who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing
through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night, who
studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop
kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet
in Kansas, who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking
visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels, who
thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural
ecstasy,


It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to
follow.

EfOe


Then decode it.


We are waiting...



And waiting... and waiting...

For a "very easy to follow" poem that will only "take a few minutes to
decode," it sure is taking a heckuva lot of time.

"Will" the end of eternity be soon enough?

PS: See what I did there?

Or sooner than the eleven years it's taken you to record one cover of that Bryan Ferry song, Cujo?

EfyA


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HarryLime wrote:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to comprehend. >>>>>>
Thanks again, Jordy.

Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,

It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to follow. >>>>
EfOe

Then decode it.

We are waiting...

And waiting... and waiting...

For a "very easy to follow" poem that will only "take a few minutes to decode,"

When time permits.

Been a bit of a busy week here, in real life.

EfyA


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Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to comprehend. >>>>>>>
Thanks again, Jordy.

Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,

It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to follow. >>>>>
EfOe

Then decode it.

We are waiting...

And waiting... and waiting...

For a "very easy to follow" poem that will only "take a few minutes to decode,"

When time permits.

Been a bit of a busy week here, in real life.

EfyA

Sure... you'll get to it right after you provide the critical analysis of a Bukowski poem of your choice which you'd repeatedly claimed was coming soon...

We've only been waiting 7 or 8 years for that.

How does an unemployed Donkey manage to have such a busy life that he's unable to find the time to write a one-paragraph analysis on one of his favorite poems?

What are you so busy doing? Posting "Hello Jordy" twenty-six times a day?


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HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to comprehend.

Thanks again, Jordy.

Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,

It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to follow. >>>>>>
EfOe

Then decode it.

We are waiting...

And waiting... and waiting...

For a "very easy to follow" poem that will only "take a few minutes to decode,"

When time permits.

Been a bit of a busy week here, in real life.

Sure... you'll get to it right after you provide the critical analysis of a Bukowski poem

I made the Bukowski posts a year ago, apparently you weren't paying attention.

EfyA


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Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to comprehend.

Thanks again, Jordy.

Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,

It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to follow.

EfOe

Then decode it.

We are waiting...

And waiting... and waiting...

For a "very easy to follow" poem that will only "take a few minutes to decode,"

When time permits.

Been a bit of a busy week here, in real life.

Sure... you'll get to it right after you provide the critical analysis of a Bukowski poem

I made the Bukowski posts a year ago, apparently you weren't paying attention.

EfyA

No, you didn't, Donkey.

You were supposed to compose a one-paragraph or longer *critical analysis* of a chosen Bukowski poem.

Your above-mentioned posts simply made a few general remarks pertaining to Bukowski himself -- and those had been cribbed from other sources.


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HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to comprehend.

Thanks again, Jordy.

Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,

It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to follow.

EfOe

Then decode it.

We are waiting...

And waiting... and waiting...

For a "very easy to follow" poem that will only "take a few minutes to decode,"

When time permits.

Been a bit of a busy week here, in real life.

Sure... you'll get to it right after you provide the critical analysis of a Bukowski poem

I made the Bukowski posts a year ago, apparently you weren't paying attention.

EfyA

No, you didn't, Donkey.

You were supposed to compose a one-paragraph or longer *critical analysis* of a chosen Bukowski poem.

Your above-mentioned posts simply made a few general remarks pertaining to Bukowski himself -- and those had been cribbed from other sources.

Donkey regularly bumps posts about his favorite "poets" in order to flood the poetry group with his presence. He doesn't think about content, just posting. He'll never get around to writing any analysis of any poem because he is mentally incapable of doing that.


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NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to comprehend.

Thanks again, Jordy.

Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,

It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to follow.

EfOe

Then decode it.

We are waiting...

And waiting... and waiting...

For a "very easy to follow" poem that will only "take a few minutes to decode,"

When time permits.

Been a bit of a busy week here, in real life.

Sure... you'll get to it right after you provide the critical analysis of a Bukowski poem

I made the Bukowski posts a year ago, apparently you weren't paying attention.

EfyA

No, you didn't, Donkey.

You were supposed to compose a one-paragraph or longer *critical analysis* of a chosen Bukowski poem.

Your above-mentioned posts simply made a few general remarks pertaining to Bukowski himself -- and those had been cribbed from other sources.

Donkey regularly bumps posts about his favorite "poets" in order to flood the poetry group with his presence. He doesn't think about content, just posting. He'll never get around to writing any analysis of any poem because he is mentally incapable of doing that.

Exactly!

Will's a poseur.

He gets away with it when circulating among the homeless drug addicts and crack whores of Columbus, because... well, next to Stinky George, Dirty Mike, and Vinyl C*nt, a 4th grader would seem well educated.

But when he started play "Will the Poet" in AAPC, the other poets quickly revealed him as the uneducated, functionally illiterate blowhard that he is.

Will recycles words and phrases that he has picked up from popular "critical" reviews: whether from Siskel & Ebert At the Movies, IMDb, or AAPC, and randomly drops them in a sense so generic as to be utterly devoid of meaning. When asked to explain these statements, he either repeats himself ad infinitum, or attempts to divert the conversation with insults and false accusations.

And Will is a very successful art poser in his element (the backwoods yokels, and dregs of society drunkards of Columbus), where he wrote a monthly "art" column in the local listings magazine, and hosted a public access tv show where he informed local artists that their folk art reminded him of Warhol and Picasso without ever explaining why.

He's a modern day equivalent of the old snake oil peddlers who would come to town, dazzling the yokels with a lot of fast talk, false promises, and a couple of shills in tow.

Only at AAPC, it doesn't fly. Most of us (sorry, Dunce) are intelligent, well educated writers, and can see his garbled, misspelled, grammatically atrocious, incomplete and unintelligible sentences for what they are. But Will's not about to let that stop him.

He's only got to drive all the educated members away, repopulate the group with his illiterate, drunken, backwoods buddies, and he's got another forum to do his 'poet' act in.


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will.dockery@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (Will-Dockery) wrote in news:F9ydnau7AM0NA3r1nZ2dnZfqn_ednZ2d@giganews.com:

Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) wrote in
news:OrOcnbcpy7mubHv1nZ2dnZfqnPSdnZ2d@giganews.com:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4


Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to
comprehend.

Thanks again, Jordy.



Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories
and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails
and wars, whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven
days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast
on the pavement, who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving
a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and
migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak
furnished room, who wandered around and around at midnight in the
railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken
hearts, who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing
through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night, who
studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop
kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet
in Kansas, who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking
visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels, who
thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural
ecstasy,


It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to
follow.

EfOe


Then decode it.


We are waiting...



And waiting... and waiting...

For a "very easy to follow" poem that will only "take a few minutes
to decode," it sure is taking a heckuva lot of time.

"Will" the end of eternity be soon enough?

PS: See what I did there?

Or sooner than the eleven years it's taken you to record one cover of
that Bryan Ferry song, Cujo?

The clock doesn't start ticking until I hit another crappy-okie joint, dumbass. You lose again, Douchebag.
--
"Post-editing someone's statement before replying to it is a sure sign
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Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
will.dockery@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (Will-Dockery) wrote in news:F9ydnau7AM0NA3r1nZ2dnZfqn_ednZ2d@giganews.com:

Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) wrote in
news:OrOcnbcpy7mubHv1nZ2dnZfqnPSdnZ2d@giganews.com:


NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4


Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to
comprehend.

Thanks again, Jordy.



Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories
and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails
and wars, whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven
days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast
on the pavement, who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving
a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and
migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak
furnished room, who wandered around and around at midnight in the
railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken
hearts, who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing
through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night, who
studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop
kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet
in Kansas, who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking
visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels, who
thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural
ecstasy,


It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to
follow.

EfOe


Then decode it.


We are waiting...



And waiting... and waiting...

For a "very easy to follow" poem that will only "take a few minutes
to decode," it sure is taking a heckuva lot of time.



"Will" the end of eternity be soon enough?

PS: See what I did there?





Or sooner than the eleven years it's taken you to record one cover of
that Bryan Ferry song, Cujo?

The clock doesn't start ticking until I hit another crappy-okie joint,

You can record karaoke on your home computer these days, Cujo, so that's not a very good excuse.

HTH and HAND.


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Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
will.dockery@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (Will-Dockery) wrote in
news:F9ydnau7AM0NA3r1nZ2dnZfqn_ednZ2d@giganews.com:

Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) wrote in
news:OrOcnbcpy7mubHv1nZ2dnZfqnPSdnZ2d@giganews.com:


NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4


Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to
comprehend.

Thanks again, Jordy.



Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories
and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails
and wars, whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven
days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast
on the pavement, who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving
a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and
migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak
furnished room, who wandered around and around at midnight in the
railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken
hearts, who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing
through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night, who
studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop
kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet
in Kansas, who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking
visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels, who
thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural
ecstasy,


It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to
follow.

EfOe


Then decode it.


We are waiting...



And waiting... and waiting...

For a "very easy to follow" poem that will only "take a few minutes
to decode," it sure is taking a heckuva lot of time.



"Will" the end of eternity be soon enough?

PS: See what I did there?





Or sooner than the eleven years it's taken you to record one cover
of that Bryan Ferry song, Cujo?

The clock doesn't start ticking until I hit another crappy-okie
joint, dumbass. You lose again, Douchebag.

You can record karaoke on your home computer these days, Cujo, so
that's not a very good excuse.

That not what I said I would do, douchebag. How is that poetry analysis
you claimed would only take a few minutes coming along, Douchebag?

Or is this another instance where you're a proven liar?
--
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Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
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Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
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NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4


Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to
comprehend.

Thanks again, Jordy.



Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories
and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails
and wars, whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven
days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast
on the pavement, who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving
a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and
migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak
furnished room, who wandered around and around at midnight in the
railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken
hearts, who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing
through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night, who
studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop
kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet
in Kansas, who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking
visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels, who
thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural
ecstasy,


It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to
follow.

EfOe


Then decode it.


We are waiting...



And waiting... and waiting...

For a "very easy to follow" poem that will only "take a few minutes
to decode," it sure is taking a heckuva lot of time.



"Will" the end of eternity be soon enough?

PS: See what I did there?





Or sooner than the eleven years it's taken you to record one cover
of that Bryan Ferry song, Cujo?



The clock doesn't start ticking until I hit another crappy-okie
joint, dumbass. You lose again, Douchebag.

You can record karaoke on your home computer these days, Cujo, so
that's not a very good excuse.

That not what I said I would do,

"If you're scared, say you're scared," Cujo.

EfyA


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Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
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Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
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NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4


Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to
comprehend.

Thanks again, Jordy.



Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories
and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails
and wars, whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven
days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast
on the pavement, who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving
a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and
migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak
furnished room, who wandered around and around at midnight in the
railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken
hearts, who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing
through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night, who
studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop
kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet
in Kansas, who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking
visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels, who
thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural
ecstasy,


It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to
follow.

EfOe


Then decode it.


We are waiting...



And waiting... and waiting...

For a "very easy to follow" poem that will only "take a few minutes
to decode," it sure is taking a heckuva lot of time.



"Will" the end of eternity be soon enough?

PS: See what I did there?





Or sooner than the eleven years it's taken you to record one cover
of that Bryan Ferry song, Cujo?



The clock doesn't start ticking until I hit another crappy-okie
joint, dumbass. You lose again, Douchebag.

You can record karaoke on your home computer these days, Cujo, so
that's not a very good excuse.

That not what I said I would do, douchebag. How is that poetry
analysis you claimed would only take a few minutes coming along,
Douchebag?

Or is this another instance where you're a proven liar?

"If you're scared, say you're scared," Cujo.

Why would I be afraid? Of what?

"Douchebags gotta douchebag! It's their nature" - Cujo points out why
Little Willie Douchebag is a douchebag that always commits multiple
douchebags whenever possible.

PS: Where's that analysis of "Howl", Douchebag?
--
"Post-editing someone's statement before replying to it is a sure sign
that you have already lost the argument." - Little Willie Douchebag gets another asskicking from Pendragon.

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Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
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Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
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Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
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Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:
mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) wrote in
news:OrOcnbcpy7mubHv1nZ2dnZfqnPSdnZ2d@giganews.com:


NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4


Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to
comprehend.

Thanks again, Jordy.



Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories
and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails
and wars, whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven
days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast
on the pavement, who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving
a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and
migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak
furnished room, who wandered around and around at midnight in the
railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken
hearts, who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing
through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night, who
studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop
kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet
in Kansas, who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking
visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels, who
thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural
ecstasy,


It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to
follow.

EfOe


Then decode it.


We are waiting...



And waiting... and waiting...

For a "very easy to follow" poem that will only "take a few minutes
to decode," it sure is taking a heckuva lot of time.



"Will" the end of eternity be soon enough?

PS: See what I did there?





Or sooner than the eleven years it's taken you to record one cover
of that Bryan Ferry song, Cujo?



The clock doesn't start ticking until I hit another crappy-okie
joint, dumbass. You lose again, Douchebag.

You can record karaoke on your home computer these days, Cujo, so
that's not a very good excuse.


That not what I said I would do, douchebag. How is that poetry
analysis you claimed would only take a few minutes coming along,
Douchebag?

Or is this another instance where you're a proven liar?

"If you're scared, say you're scared," Cujo.

Why would I be afraid? Of what?

You bragged about your singing talent eleven years ago and here you are still making excuses about why you can't post the recording you promised.

So, if you're scared, say you're scared, Cujo.

EfyA


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HarryLime wrote:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to comprehend.

Thanks again, Jordy.

Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,

It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to follow.

EfOe

Then decode it.

We are waiting...

And waiting... and waiting...

For a "very easy to follow" poem that will only "take a few minutes to decode,"

When time permits.

Been a bit of a busy week here, in real life.

Sure... you'll get to it right after you provide the critical analysis of a Bukowski poem

I made the Bukowski posts a year ago, apparently you weren't paying attention.

EfyA

No, you didn't, Donkey.

You were supposed to compose a one-paragraph or longer *critical analysis* of a chosen Bukowski poem.

Your above-mentioned posts simply made a few general remarks pertaining to Bukowski himself -- and those had been cribbed from other sources.

Donkey regularly bumps posts about his favorite "poets" in order to flood the poetry group with his presence. He doesn't think about content, just posting. He'll never get around to writing any analysis of any poem because he is mentally incapable of doing that.

Exactly!

Will's a poseur.

He gets away with it when circulating among the homeless drug addicts and crack w*ores of Columbus, because... well, next to Stinky George, Dirty Mike, and Vinyl C*nt, a 4th grader would seem well educated.

But when he started play "Will the Poet" in AAPC, the other poets quickly revealed him as the uneducated, functionally illiterate blowhard that he is.

Will recycles words and phrases that he has picked up from popular "critical" reviews: whether from Siskel & Ebert At the Movies, IMDb, or AAPC, and randomly drops them in a sense so generic as to be utterly devoid of meaning. When asked to explain these statements, he either repeats himself ad infinitum, or attempts to divert the conversation with insults and false accusations.

And Will is a very successful art poser in his element (the backwoods yokels, and dregs of society drunkards of Columbus), where he wrote a monthly "art" column in the local listings magazine, and hosted a public access tv show where he informed local artists that their folk art reminded him of Warhol and Picasso without ever explaining why.

He's a modern day equivalent of the old snake oil peddlers who would come to town, dazzling the yokels with a lot of fast talk, false promises, and a couple of shills in tow.

Only at AAPC, it doesn't fly. Most of us (sorry, Dunce) are intelligent, well educated writers, and can see his garbled, misspelled, grammatically atrocious, incomplete and unintelligible sentences for what they are. But Will's not about to let that stop him.

He's only got to drive all the educated members away, repopulate the group with his illiterate, drunken, backwoods buddies, and he's got another forum to do his 'poet' act in.

Will Donkey is a poser who doesn't understand that he's a poser. Held back in school? It was the teacher's fault. Criticism of his writing? People are jealous.

He is proud of what he "wrote" in middle school. Most of the other kids didn't even know the alphabet. What Will Donkey writes today is still at middle school level--and he is over 70 years old! He hasn't improved, he hasn't learned, and he won't listen to anyone else. He wants only praise. He wouldn't recognize good writing if it crawled out of his belly folds.


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NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to comprehend. >>>>>
Thanks again, Jordy.

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,

It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to follow. >>>

Then decode it.

[/quote]
provide the critical analysis of a Bukowski poem[/quote]

I made the Bukowski posts a year ago, apparently you weren't paying attention.

[/quote]

Your above-mentioned posts simply made a few general remarks pertaining to Bukowski himself

Wrong, I wrote about Bukowski poetry specifically.

Look it up.

[/quote][/quote]
He is proud of what he "wrote" in middle school.[/quote]

I'm proud of all my writing.

It may not be my best, but all of my writing has merit, in my opinion.

HTH and HAND.


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NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to comprehend.

Thanks again, Jordy.

Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,

It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to follow.

EfOe

Then decode it.

We are waiting...

And waiting... and waiting...

For a "very easy to follow" poem that will only "take a few minutes to decode,"

When time permits.

Been a bit of a busy week here, in real life.

Sure... you'll get to it right after you provide the critical analysis of a Bukowski poem

I made the Bukowski posts a year ago, apparently you weren't paying attention.

EfyA

No, you didn't, Donkey.

You were supposed to compose a one-paragraph or longer *critical analysis* of a chosen Bukowski poem.

Your above-mentioned posts simply made a few general remarks pertaining to Bukowski himself -- and those had been cribbed from other sources.

Donkey regularly bumps posts about his favorite "poets" in order to flood the poetry group with his presence. He doesn't think about content, just posting. He'll never get around to writing any analysis of any poem because he is mentally incapable of doing that.

Exactly!

Will's a poseur.

He gets away with it when circulating among the homeless drug addicts and crack w*ores of Columbus, because... well, next to Stinky George, Dirty Mike, and Vinyl C*nt, a 4th grader would seem well educated.

But when he started play "Will the Poet" in AAPC, the other poets quickly revealed him as the uneducated, functionally illiterate blowhard that he is.

Will recycles words and phrases that he has picked up from popular "critical" reviews: whether from Siskel & Ebert At the Movies, IMDb, or AAPC, and randomly drops them in a sense so generic as to be utterly devoid of meaning. When asked to explain these statements, he either repeats himself ad infinitum, or attempts to divert the conversation with insults and false accusations.

And Will is a very successful art poser in his element (the backwoods yokels, and dregs of society drunkards of Columbus), where he wrote a monthly "art" column in the local listings magazine, and hosted a public access tv show where he informed local artists that their folk art reminded him of Warhol and Picasso without ever explaining why.

He's a modern day equivalent of the old snake oil peddlers who would come to town, dazzling the yokels with a lot of fast talk, false promises, and a couple of shills in tow.

Only at AAPC, it doesn't fly. Most of us (sorry, Dunce) are intelligent, well educated writers, and can see his garbled, misspelled, grammatically atrocious, incomplete and unintelligible sentences for what they are. But Will's not about to let that stop him.

He's only got to drive all the educated members away, repopulate the group with his illiterate, drunken, backwoods buddies, and he's got another forum to do his 'poet' act in.

Will Donkey is a poser who doesn't understand that he's a poser. Held back in school? It was the teacher's fault. Criticism of his writing? People are jealous.

He is proud of what he "wrote" in middle school. Most of the other kids didn't even know the alphabet. What Will Donkey writes today is still at middle school level--and he is over 70 years old! He hasn't improved, he hasn't learned, and he won't listen to anyone else. He wants only praise. He wouldn't recognize good writing if it crawled out of his belly folds.

In fairness to the Donkey, his high school poem, "Neon Bones," is noticeably worse than this later works. And, as always when discussing the Donkey, I must stress that this is in no way meant to imply that his later works are not the "unspeakable shit" that they've been labeled. It's merely to say that the Donkey has made some degree of improvement. That is, he went from being unimaginably worse than the worst poet who ever lived, to merely being the worst poet who ever lived.

I also don't believe that Will Donkey writes quite at the middle school level, as both his reading and writing skills have never been demonstrated to exceed those of the 4th grade (which, had I been his teacher, he would have failed).


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HarryLime wrote:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to comprehend.

Thanks again, Jordy.

Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,

It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to follow.

EfOe

Then decode it.

We are waiting...

And waiting... and waiting...

For a "very easy to follow" poem that will only "take a few minutes to decode,"

When time permits.

Been a bit of a busy week here, in real life.

Sure... you'll get to it right after you provide the critical analysis of a Bukowski poem

I made the Bukowski posts a year ago, apparently you weren't paying attention.

EfyA

No, you didn't, Donkey.

You were supposed to compose a one-paragraph or longer *critical analysis* of a chosen Bukowski poem.

Your above-mentioned posts simply made a few general remarks pertaining to Bukowski himself -- and those had been cribbed from other sources.

Donkey regularly bumps posts about his favorite "poets" in order to flood the poetry group with his presence. He doesn't think about content, just posting. He'll never get around to writing any analysis of any poem because he is mentally incapable of doing that.

Exactly!

Will's a poseur.

He gets away with it when circulating among the homeless drug addicts and crack w*ores of Columbus, because... well, next to Stinky George, Dirty Mike, and Vinyl C*nt, a 4th grader would seem well educated.

But when he started play "Will the Poet" in AAPC, the other poets quickly revealed him as the uneducated, functionally illiterate blowhard that he is.

Will recycles words and phrases that he has picked up from popular "critical" reviews: whether from Siskel & Ebert At the Movies, IMDb, or AAPC, and randomly drops them in a sense so generic as to be utterly devoid of meaning. When asked to explain these statements, he either repeats himself ad infinitum, or attempts to divert the conversation with insults and false accusations.

And Will is a very successful art poser in his element (the backwoods yokels, and dregs of society drunkards of Columbus), where he wrote a monthly "art" column in the local listings magazine, and hosted a public access tv show where he informed local artists that their folk art reminded him of Warhol and Picasso without ever explaining why.

He's a modern day equivalent of the old snake oil peddlers who would come to town, dazzling the yokels with a lot of fast talk, false promises, and a couple of shills in tow.

Only at AAPC, it doesn't fly. Most of us (sorry, Dunce) are intelligent, well educated writers, and can see his garbled, misspelled, grammatically atrocious, incomplete and unintelligible sentences for what they are. But Will's not about to let that stop him.

He's only got to drive all the educated members away, repopulate the group with his illiterate, drunken, backwoods buddies, and he's got another forum to do his 'poet' act in.

Will Donkey is a poser who doesn't understand that he's a poser. Held back in school? It was the teacher's fault. Criticism of his writing? People are jealous.

He is proud of what he "wrote" in middle school. Most of the other kids didn't even know the alphabet. What Will Donkey writes today is still at middle school level--and he is over 70 years old! He hasn't improved, he hasn't learned, and he won't listen to anyone else. He wants only praise. He wouldn't recognize good writing if it crawled out of his belly folds.

In fairness to the Donkey, his high school poem, "Neon Bones," is noticeably worse than this later works. And, as always when discussing the Donkey, I must stress that this is in no way meant to imply that his later works are not the "unspeakable sh*t" that they've been labeled. It's merely to say that the Donkey has made some degree of improvement. That is, he went from being unimaginably worse than the worst poet who ever lived, to merely being the worst poet who ever lived.

I also don't believe that Will Donkey writes quite at the middle school level, as both his reading and writing skills have never been demonstrated to exceed those of the 4th grade (which, had I been his teacher, he would have failed).

We don't have the "novella" to judge its merits, but the parts of his "poem" (really just bad prose) that we could read from the scan were horrible. Who were his teachers, to approve such unspeakable shit? No rhyme, no meter, no meaning. We do not see a future writer or poet from the samples we have seen.

If Donkey has improved, how did he do that? Did someone edit his writings? Surely not George Dunce, who only edits his own, sourced-from-other-poets poems. Whether or not Donkey is the worst poet or worst of the worst is a matter for others to judge. It is painful to read anything that Donkey writes, because he breaks all the English grammar rules, poetry rules, basic writing rules, and has no imagination. What he writes is on such a low level that cockroaches would understand (but not like) his off-the-top of his Brillo head ramblings. For some reason, at an early age, Donkey decided he could write. He could not. People told him he could not write, but he did anyway. Fast forward to 2025, and people are still telling him that he cannot write. And he can't, even on a 4th grade level. He would be at the bottom of his class if he were to rejoin 4th grade (which he probably flunked multiple times). Will Donkey is a reading and writing retard.


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NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to comprehend.

Thanks again, Jordy.

Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,

It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to follow.

EfOe

Then decode it.

We are waiting...

And waiting... and waiting...

For a "very easy to follow" poem that will only "take a few minutes to decode,"

When time permits.

Been a bit of a busy week here, in real life.

Sure... you'll get to it right after you provide the critical analysis of a Bukowski poem

I made the Bukowski posts a year ago, apparently you weren't paying attention.

EfyA

No, you didn't, Donkey.

You were supposed to compose a one-paragraph or longer *critical analysis* of a chosen Bukowski poem.

Your above-mentioned posts simply made a few general remarks pertaining to Bukowski himself -- and those had been cribbed from other sources.

Donkey regularly bumps posts about his favorite "poets" in order to flood the poetry group with his presence. He doesn't think about content, just posting. He'll never get around to writing any analysis of any poem because he is mentally incapable of doing that.

Exactly!

Will's a poseur.

He gets away with it when circulating among the homeless drug addicts and crack w*ores of Columbus, because... well, next to Stinky George, Dirty Mike, and Vinyl C*nt, a 4th grader would seem well educated.

But when he started play "Will the Poet" in AAPC, the other poets quickly revealed him as the uneducated, functionally illiterate blowhard that he is.

Will recycles words and phrases that he has picked up from popular "critical" reviews: whether from Siskel & Ebert At the Movies, IMDb, or AAPC, and randomly drops them in a sense so generic as to be utterly devoid of meaning. When asked to explain these statements, he either repeats himself ad infinitum, or attempts to divert the conversation with insults and false accusations.

And Will is a very successful art poser in his element (the backwoods yokels, and dregs of society drunkards of Columbus), where he wrote a monthly "art" column in the local listings magazine, and hosted a public access tv show where he informed local artists that their folk art reminded him of Warhol and Picasso without ever explaining why.

He's a modern day equivalent of the old snake oil peddlers who would come to town, dazzling the yokels with a lot of fast talk, false promises, and a couple of shills in tow.

Only at AAPC, it doesn't fly. Most of us (sorry, Dunce) are intelligent, well educated writers, and can see his garbled, misspelled, grammatically atrocious, incomplete and unintelligible sentences for what they are. But Will's not about to let that stop him.

He's only got to drive all the educated members away, repopulate the group with his illiterate, drunken, backwoods buddies, and he's got another forum to do his 'poet' act in.

Will Donkey is a poser who doesn't understand that he's a poser. Held back in school? It was the teacher's fault. Criticism of his writing? People are jealous.

He is proud of what he "wrote" in middle school. Most of the other kids didn't even know the alphabet. What Will Donkey writes today is still at middle school level--and he is over 70 years old! He hasn't improved, he hasn't learned, and he won't listen to anyone else. He wants only praise. He wouldn't recognize good writing if it crawled out of his belly folds.

In fairness to the Donkey, his high school poem, "Neon Bones," is noticeably worse than this later works. And, as always when discussing the Donkey, I must stress that this is in no way meant to imply that his later works are not the "unspeakable sh*t" that they've been labeled. It's merely to say that the Donkey has made some degree of improvement. That is, he went from being unimaginably worse than the worst poet who ever lived, to merely being the worst poet who ever lived.

I also don't believe that Will Donkey writes quite at the middle school level, as both his reading and writing skills have never been demonstrated to exceed those of the 4th grade (which, had I been his teacher, he would have failed).

We don't have the "novella" to judge its merits, but the parts of his "poem" (really just bad prose) that we could read from the scan were horrible. Who were his teachers, to approve such unspeakable sh*t? No rhyme, no meter, no meaning. We do not see a future writer or poet from the samples we have seen.

If Donkey has improved, how did he do that? Did someone edit his writings? Surely not George Dunce, who only edits his own, sourced-from-other-poets poems. Whether or not Donkey is the worst poet or worst of the worst is a matter for others to judge. It is painful to read anything that Donkey writes, because he breaks all the English grammar rules, poetry rules, basic writing rules, and has no imagination. What he writes is on such a low level that cockroaches would understand (but not like) his off-the-top of his Brillo head ramblings. For some reason, at an early age, Donkey decided he could write. He could not. People told him he could not write, but he did anyway. Fast forward to 2025, and people are still telling him that he cannot write. And he can't, even on a 4th grade level. He would be at the bottom of his class if he were to rejoin 4th grade (which he probably flunked multiple times). Will Donkey is a reading and writing retard.

I don't know how Donkey managed to improve since high school, but I was able to read all of "Neon Bones" on his scan, and as hard as it is to believe, improve he has.

Here it is with all of its typos intact:

Neon Bones

Well you have a frightful case of nerves m'dear. . .
completely had my life rearranged by money
so these down people complaining about how you fought
and easily these people did whatever they wished
and your truest thinker with them pool black eyes
in the swimming white ocean of eyeball standing
out because of your apparently grey cheekbones.

Well you have a frightful case of nerves m'dear. . .
told them all that you wanted to experience dry
just as much as you wanted to experience wet
or warmth or even a cold shouldered doom
the whole strange thing doesn't mean a thing to me
its all in the way that you choose to do or see,
but either way it does not mean a thing to me.

And your may truest thinker with them pooly black eyes
in the swimming white ocean of eyeball standing
out because of your apparently grey cheekbones
told them all that you wanted to experience daylight
just as much as you wanted to experience warmth
or dark night or even a flower or cold shouldered doom
the whole strange thing means nothing to me
it's all in the way in which you choose to see
but anyway, it doesn't mean a thing to me.

I'm finding out day by day how ev'rything exiting comes
it's always up and this brings me down very easily
and i think it's gonna be all right, after it's over.
really the whole idea with you isn't right for the mood
the insistant and easy flowing strums from your blond b [text cut off]
it's all in the way in which you choose to see

*****

Will's long had my vote for being the Uncontested Absolute Worst Poet There Ever Was, but this poem is horrible even by his standards. It's just an incoherent mess of repeated run-on sentences about... your guess is as good as mine. I'm guessing it's a written record of some gibberish he spewed into a tape recorder one night when he was stoned out of his mind (or whatever that dead lump of flesh between his ears is classified as).

As a sort of litmus test for what makes this poem so bad, I offer the following: I have been able to edit several of Will's more recent poems into something that is actually no worse than most modern verse, and even better than some of it.

But this poem is unsalvageable. I don't even know where to begin. The other poems that I edited had some intrinsically poetic qualities -- some interesting imagery, some more-or-less original thought that I could focus on. This poem, otoh, has nothing.

I think that even the Donkey is aware of this, since he's neglected to repost it here in dozens of threads like all of his other sh*t.


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nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene) wrote in news:hJScnUtPjp9f8XT1nZ2dnZfqn_udnZ2d@giganews.com:

HarryLime wrote:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> to comprehend.

Thanks again, Jordy.

Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and >>>>>>>>>>>>>> memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of >>>>>>>>>>>>>> hospitals and jails and wars, whole intellects disgorged >>>>>>>>>>>>>> in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant >>>>>>>>>>>>>> eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement, >>>>>>>>>>>>>> who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail >>>>>>>>>>>>>> of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall, >>>>>>>>>>>>>> suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and >>>>>>>>>>>>>> migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs >>>>>>>>>>>>>> bleak furnished room, who wandered around and around at >>>>>>>>>>>>>> midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and >>>>>>>>>>>>>> went, leaving no broken hearts, who lit cigarettes in >>>>>>>>>>>>>> boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward >>>>>>>>>>>>>> lonesome farms in grandfather night, who studied Plotinus >>>>>>>>>>>>>> Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah >>>>>>>>>>>>>> because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet >>>>>>>>>>>>>> in Kansas, who loned it through the streets of Idaho >>>>>>>>>>>>>> seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian >>>>>>>>>>>>>> angels, who thought they were only mad when Baltimore >>>>>>>>>>>>>> gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,

It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very >>>>>>>>>>>>> easy to follow.

EfOe

Then decode it.

We are waiting...

And waiting... and waiting...

For a "very easy to follow" poem that will only "take a few >>>>>>>>>> minutes to decode,"

When time permits.

Been a bit of a busy week here, in real life.

Sure... you'll get to it right after you provide the critical
analysis of a Bukowski poem

I made the Bukowski posts a year ago, apparently you weren't
paying attention.

EfyA

No, you didn't, Donkey.

You were supposed to compose a one-paragraph or longer *critical
analysis* of a chosen Bukowski poem.

Your above-mentioned posts simply made a few general remarks
pertaining to Bukowski himself -- and those had been cribbed from
other sources.

Donkey regularly bumps posts about his favorite "poets" in order
to flood the poetry group with his presence. He doesn't think
about content, just posting. He'll never get around to writing
any analysis of any poem because he is mentally incapable of doing
that.

Exactly!

Will's a poseur.

He gets away with it when circulating among the homeless drug
addicts and crack w*ores of Columbus, because... well, next to
Stinky George, Dirty Mike, and Vinyl C*nt, a 4th grader would seem
well educated.

But when he started play "Will the Poet" in AAPC, the other poets
quickly revealed him as the uneducated, functionally illiterate
blowhard that he is.

Will recycles words and phrases that he has picked up from popular
"critical" reviews: whether from Siskel & Ebert At the Movies,
IMDb, or AAPC, and randomly drops them in a sense so generic as to
be utterly devoid of meaning. When asked to explain these
statements, he either repeats himself ad infinitum, or attempts to
divert the conversation with insults and false accusations.

And Will is a very successful art poser in his element (the
backwoods yokels, and dregs of society drunkards of Columbus),
where he wrote a monthly "art" column in the local listings
magazine, and hosted a public access tv show where he informed
local artists that their folk art reminded him of Warhol and
Picasso without ever explaining why.

He's a modern day equivalent of the old snake oil peddlers who
would come to town, dazzling the yokels with a lot of fast talk,
false promises, and a couple of shills in tow.

Only at AAPC, it doesn't fly. Most of us (sorry, Dunce) are
intelligent, well educated writers, and can see his garbled,
misspelled, grammatically atrocious, incomplete and unintelligible
sentences for what they are. But Will's not about to let that stop
him.

He's only got to drive all the educated members away, repopulate
the group with his illiterate, drunken, backwoods buddies, and he's
got another forum to do his 'poet' act in.

Will Donkey is a poser who doesn't understand that he's a poser.
Held back in school? It was the teacher's fault. Criticism of his
writing? People are jealous.

He is proud of what he "wrote" in middle school. Most of the other
kids didn't even know the alphabet. What Will Donkey writes today
is still at middle school level--and he is over 70 years old! He
hasn't improved, he hasn't learned, and he won't listen to anyone
else. He wants only praise. He wouldn't recognize good writing if
it crawled out of his belly folds.

In fairness to the Donkey, his high school poem, "Neon Bones," is
noticeably worse than this later works. And, as always when
discussing the Donkey, I must stress that this is in no way meant to
imply that his later works are not the "unspeakable sh*t" that
they've been labeled. It's merely to say that the Donkey has made
some degree of improvement. That is, he went from being unimaginably
worse than the worst poet who ever lived, to merely being the worst
poet who ever lived.

I also don't believe that Will Donkey writes quite at the middle
school level, as both his reading and writing skills have never been
demonstrated to exceed those of the 4th grade (which, had I been his
teacher, he would have failed).

We don't have the "novella" to judge its merits, but the parts of his
"poem" (really just bad prose) that we could read from the scan were horrible. Who were his teachers, to approve such unspeakable shit?
No rhyme, no meter, no meaning. We do not see a future writer or poet
from the samples we have seen.

Just a guess but I'd say Barfly was too busy trying to molest the
underaged females to worry about a futute failure and a pissbum.

If Donkey has improved, how did he do that? Did someone edit his
writings? Surely not George Dunce, who only edits his own, sourced-from-other-poets poems. Whether or not Donkey is the worst
poet or worst of the worst is a matter for others to judge. It is
painful to read anything that Donkey writes, because he breaks all the English grammar rules, poetry rules, basic writing rules, and has no imagination. What he writes is on such a low level that cockroaches
would understand (but not like) his off-the-top of his Brillo head
ramblings. For some reason, at an early age, Donkey decided he could
write. He could not. People told him he could not write, but he did
anyway. Fast forward to 2025, and people are still telling him that
he cannot write. And he can't, even on a 4th grade level. He would
be at the bottom of his class if he were to rejoin 4th grade (which he probably flunked multiple times). Will Donkey is a reading and
writing retard.

Quackster likely imagined himself in a Jim Morrison/Lou Reed vein where
he believed he could be excused from the actual ability to compose
coherent and compelling imagery.

There were poets back in that era who actually composed poetry that were
made from lyrics sent to them into songs. My favorite at the time was
"Becky Thatcher" (Newsinger) but it's likely Dreckweasel never heard of
her.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Betty_Thatcher

One of my favorites: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BG5VgmSuzPU

Do not miss the last few minutes. Amazing voice.
--
"Post-editing someone's statement before replying to it is a sure sign
that you have already lost the argument." - Little Willie Douchebag gets another asskicking from Pendragon.

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NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to comprehend.

Thanks again, Jordy.

Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,

It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to follow.

Then decode it.

When time permits.

Been a bit of a busy week here, in real life.

provide the critical analysis of > a Bukowski poem

I made the Bukowski posts a year ago, apparently you weren't paying attention.

compose a one-paragraph or
longer *critical analysis* of a
chosen Bukowski poem.

Which I did.

a few general remarks
pertaining to Bukowski
himself -- and those had been > cribbed from other sources.[/quote]

No, my posts about Charles Bukowski were in depth, giving my opinion on what I like and dislike about Buk's poetry.

I'll repost the statements again soon.

[/quote]

attempts to divert the
conversation with insults and > false accusations.

I'll continue to correct those lies and misrepresentations and continue to set the record straight with the truth.

[/quote]
He is proud of what he "wrote" in middle school[/quote]

Yes, the early poetry isn't perfect but it has merit.

[/quote]
We don't have the "novella" to judge its merits[/quote]

I'll be posting scans from the finished version here on the newsgroup in the near future.

Thank you for the interest.

EfyA


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jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Again, great selection, Jordy.

EfyA


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Will-Dockery wrote:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to comprehend.

Thanks again, Jordy.

Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,

It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to follow.

Then decode it.

When time permits.

Been a bit of a busy week here, in real life.

provide the critical analysis of > a Bukowski poem

I made the Bukowski posts a year ago, apparently you weren't paying attention.

compose a one-paragraph or
longer *critical analysis* of a
chosen Bukowski poem.

Which I did.

a few general remarks
pertaining to Bukowski
himself -- and those had been > cribbed from other sources.

No, my posts about Charles Bukowski were in depth, giving my opinion on what I like and dislike about Buk's poetry.

I'll repost the statements again soon.

[/quote]

attempts to divert the
conversation with insults and > false accusations.

I'll continue to correct those lies and misrepresentations and continue to set the record straight with the truth.

[/quote]
He is proud of what he "wrote" in middle school[/quote]

Yes, the early poetry isn't perfect but it has merit.

[/quote]
We don't have the "novella" to judge its merits[/quote]

I'll be posting scans from the finished version here on the newsgroup in the near future.

Thank you for the interest.

EfyA[/quote]


Your posts were nothing more than a string of the same meaninglessly generic terms you use for all of your slurps: powerful, imagery, good, great, ad nauseam.

However, you seem to have forgotten that you were not asked to say what you liked about Bukowski. You were asked to select a *single* poem by Bukowski, and critically analyze it.

Here is a Bukowski poem from the Poetry Foundation website that looks like it's right up your alley. In fact, one need only change the 340 dollar horse to a 430 pound donkey, and he could be writing about you.

a 340 dollar horse and a hundred dollar whore
By Charles Bukowski

donrCOt ever get the idea I am a poet; you can see me
at the racetrack any day half drunk
betting quarters, sidewheelers and straight thoroughs,
but let me tell you, there are some women there
who go where the money goes, and sometimes when you
look at these whores these onehundreddollar whores
you wonder sometimes if nature isnrCOt playing a joke
dealing out so much breast and ass and the way
itrCOs all hung together, you look and you look and
you look and you canrCOt believe it; there are ordinary women
and then there is something else that wants to make you
tear up paintings and break albums of Beethoven
across the back of the john; anyhow, the season
was dragging and the big boys were getting busted,
all the non-pros, the producers, the cameraman,
the pushers of Mary, the fur salesman, the owners
themselves, and Saint Louie was running this day:
a sidewheeler that broke when he got in close;
he ran with his head down and was mean and ugly
and 35 to 1, and I put a ten down on him.
the driver broke him wide
took him out by the fence where herCOd be alone
even if he had to travel four times as far,
and thatrCOs the way he went it
all the way by the outer fence
traveling two miles in one
and he won like he was mad as hell
and he wasnrCOt even tired,
and the biggest blonde of all
all ass and breast, hardly anything else
went to the payoff window with me.

that night I couldnrCOt destroy her
although the springs shot sparks
and they pounded on the walls.
later she sat there in her slip
drinking Old Grandad
and she said
whatrCOs a guy like you doing
living in a dump like this?
and I said
IrCOm a poet

and she threw back her beautiful head and laughed.

you? you . . . a poet?

I guess yourCOre right, I said, I guess yourCOre right.

but still she looked good to me, she still looked good,
and all thanks to an ugly horse
who wrote this poem.

*****

Okay, Donkey; analyze it.


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Will-Dockery wrote:

NancyGene wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Again, one of Allen Ginsberg's best poems, and very easy to comprehend.

Thanks again, Jordy.

Let's hear you explain this passage:

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in NewarkrCOs bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,
who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,

It'll take a few minutes to decode but it all seems very easy to follow.

Then decode it.

When time permits.

Been a bit of a busy week here, in real life.

provide the critical analysis of > a Bukowski poem

I made the Bukowski posts a year ago, apparently you weren't paying attention.

compose a one-paragraph or
longer *critical analysis* of a
chosen Bukowski poem.

Which I did.

a few general remarks
pertaining to Bukowski
himself -- and those had been > cribbed from other sources.

No, my posts about Charles Bukowski were in depth, giving my opinion on what I like and dislike about Buk's poetry.

I'll repost the statements again soon.

attempts to divert the
conversation with insults and > false accusations.

I'll continue to correct those lies and misrepresentations and continue to set the record straight with the truth.

[/quote]
He is proud of what he "wrote" in middle school[/quote]

Yes, the early poetry isn't perfect but it has merit.

[/quote]
We don't have the "novella" to judge its merits[/quote]

I'll be posting scans from the finished version here on the newsgroup in the near future.

Thank you for the interest.

[/quote]

Here is a Bukowski poem from the Poetry Foundation website that looks like it's right up your alley. In fact, one need only change the 340 dollar horse to a 430 pound donkey, and he could be writing about you.

a 340 dollar horse and a hundred dollar wh*re
By Charles Bukowski

donrCOt ever get the idea I am a poet; you can see me
at the racetrack any day half drunk
betting quarters, sidewheelers and straight thoroughs,
but let me tell you, there are some women there
who go where the money goes, and sometimes when you
look at these w*ores these onehundreddollar w*ores
you wonder sometimes if nature isnrCOt playing a joke
dealing out so much breast and ass and the way
itrCOs all hung together, you look and you look and
you look and you canrCOt believe it; there are ordinary women
and then there is something else that wants to make you
tear up paintings and break albums of Beethoven
across the back of the john; anyhow, the season
was dragging and the big boys were getting busted,
all the non-pros, the producers, the cameraman,
the pushers of Mary, the fur salesman, the owners
themselves, and Saint Louie was running this day:
a sidewheeler that broke when he got in close;
he ran with his head down and was mean and ugly
and 35 to 1, and I put a ten down on him.
the driver broke him wide
took him out by the fence where herCOd be alone
even if he had to travel four times as far,
and thatrCOs the way he went it
all the way by the outer fence
traveling two miles in one
and he won like he was mad as hell
and he wasnrCOt even tired,
and the biggest blonde of all
all ass and breast, hardly anything else
went to the payoff window with me.

that night I couldnrCOt destroy her
although the springs shot sparks
and they pounded on the walls.
later she sat there in her slip
drinking Old Grandad
and she said
whatrCOs a guy like you doing
living in a dump like this?
and I said
IrCOm a poet

and she threw back her beautiful head and laughed.

you? you . . . a poet?

I guess yourCOre right, I said, I guess yourCOre right.

but still she looked good to me, she still looked good,
and all thanks to an ugly horse
who wrote this poem.

*****

Okay
analyze it.[/quote]

Okay, when time permits.

EfyA


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Will Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Good morning, and great choice, Jordy.

thanks, Will

Great to see you again this weekend, Jordy.

EfOe


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jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Good morning, and great choice, Jordy.

thanks, Will

Great to see you again this weekend, Jordy.

EfOe

Uh... Jordy hasn't posted here, yet, this weekend, Tizzy Boy.


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HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Good morning, and great choice, Jordy.

thanks, Will

Great to see you again this weekend, Jordy.

Uh... Jordy hasn't posted here, yet, this weekend

He will.

EfOe


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Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Good morning, and great choice, Jordy.

thanks, Will

Great to see you again this weekend, Jordy.

Uh... Jordy hasn't posted here, yet, this weekend

He will.

EfOe

Most likely.

That still doesn't change the fact that you worked yourself up into such a tizzy that you thought you saw him here tonight.


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HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Good morning, and great choice, Jordy.

thanks, Will

Great to see you again this weekend, Jordy.

Uh... Jordy hasn't posted here, yet, this weekend

He will.

Most likely.

That still doesn't change the fact

No, the fact is that I simply responded to Jordy's latest post.

HTH and HAND.


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Good evening again Jordy, you really picked a popular topic with Allen Ginsberg.

EfOe


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Jordy wrote:

Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Good evening again Jordy, you really picked a popular topic with Allen Ginsberg.

Thanks Will

Great to see you again this Saturday morning, Jordy.

EfyA


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jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Good evening again Jordy, you really picked a popular topic with Allen Ginsberg.

EfOe

Thanks Will


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Will Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:

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Good morning, and great choice, Jordy.

thanks, Will

Good evening again Jordy, without a doubt Allen Ginsberg's greatest poem.

EfOe


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jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Good morning, and great choice, Jordy.


thanks, Will
Good afternoon, Jordy.

thank you, same to you

Hope you're having a great day so far, my friend.


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Good evening, Jordy, again, excellent choice of an Allen Ginsberg classic.

EfyA


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Will Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Good morning, and great choice, Jordy.

thanks, Will

Hello there, my friend.

EfOe
--
Poetry and songs of Will Dockery:
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery
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Will Dockery wrote:
"jdcha...@gmail.com" <jdchase310> posted:

Will Dockery wrote:
jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Good morning, and great choice, Jordy.

thanks, Will

Hello there, my friend.

EfOe

--
Poetry and songs of Will Dockery:
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery

Get a room.


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HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:
"jdcha...@gmail.com" <jdchase310> posted:

Will Dockery wrote:
jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Good morning, and great choice, Jordy.

thanks, Will

Hello there, my friend.

--
Poetry and songs of Will Dockery:
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery

Get a room.

Troll much, Pendragon?

EfOe


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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Hello there Jordy, I'm watching the actor playing Allen Ginsberg's character in Heart Beat, the classic 1980 film about the Beat Generation, available on YouTube:

https://youtu.be/6VNtiLXEXOs?si=wVKjIwf-J0RYuaM4


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Will-Dockery wrote:

jdcha...@gmail.com wrote:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WkNp56UZax4

Hello there Jordy, I'm watching the actor playing Allen Ginsberg's character in Heart Beat, the classic 1980 film about the Beat Generation, available on YouTube:

https://youtu.be/6VNtiLXEXOs?si=wVKjIwf-J0RYuaM4

Will Donkey and Jordy's Uncle make their own version of Heartbeat.


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