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Will Dockery
2016-03-04 15:36:03 UTC
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Here's one of my poems posted to Usenet in March 1997, almost exactly 19 years ago

Will Dockery poem from alt.ezines 1997:
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.ezines/TxRAq60fBPg/fWsKBAvijUYJ
Andrew Roller Presents
<snipped for brevity>
Ash Dust Moon
She reached out and touched me through a void,
and brought me over to the funeral.
I was soon standing there as the preacher said the words.
For his good Baptist soul.
He had been warm then his heart burst and he turned very cold.
Ashes to dust,
recycled to lung.
Spirits inside the air,
the void is there.
Lady Katherine was pleading to the underground,
that when he got there he wouldn't be found.
I was soon standing looking at the pictures at some exhibition.
They had been his though taken with a camera.
Naturally formed nuggets of art.
I could smell the summer on the ground steaming from the grass.
Acidity to morbidity,
profound profundity.
Smartest design in modern,
the void is the god.
My head fell suddenly against the ground,
the glass on the gates rattled somewhat from this.
I saw a man up on the roof painting a fixture up there,
and the wind rooster turned.
On the radio was country and western playing in the woodshop.
I was in a truck across the parking lot watching and hearing this.
What I can't do,
is what I don't want to do.
Look into her chemicals,
look into those blues of yours.
Standing down there by the front door,
I really wasn't too close or at least enough to hear her.
I recognized this street despite all the bulldozing.
There's something wrong, there's something new here in this city.
The sadness and worry in Katherine's eyes,
terror tactics in our hearts and wind in our souls.
(The above poem has been excerpted from Will Dockery's new zine, April
Bullets, which is a 32 page minicomic and is available for $1.00 from Will
Dockery, P.O. Box xxxx, Phenix City, AL 36868, U.S.A.)
Ash Dust Moon is
copyright 1997 by Will Dockery.
-END OF 213 EMISSION
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's
metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand

Check out "Gone Too Far / Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars -
http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/song/11596860

-- drinking coffee with Jack Snipe and Brian Mallard at Edgewood Park.
Will Dockery
2016-03-05 09:23:45 UTC
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Here's one of my poems posted to Usenet in March 1997, almost exactly 19 years ago
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.ezines/TxRAq60fBPg/fWsKBAvijUYJ
Andrew Roller Presents
<snipped for brevity>
Ash Dust Moon
Great.
I've been going through some of my stuff from that era
and was happy to see they still "stood up"
Hello, Philo...

Thanks for the read, and yes, it is a good feeling when the poems do stand up over the decades.
philo
2016-03-16 17:19:48 UTC
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Great.
I've been going through some of my stuff from that era
and was happy to see they still "stood up"
Hello, Philo...
Thanks for the read, and yes, it is a good feeling when the poems do stand up over the decades.
I'm publishing a new book, it's mainly photography...
but I dredged up a few of my old poems to go with a few of the images.


My wife is editing it, and she's been stuck with 90% of the work!
Will Dockery
2016-03-16 17:39:42 UTC
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Great.
I've been going through some of my stuff from that era
and was happy to see they still "stood up"
Hello, Philo...
Thanks for the read, and yes, it is a good feeling when the poems do
stand up over the decades.
I'm publishing a new book, it's mainly photography...
but I dredged up a few of my old poems to go with a few of the images.
My wife is editing it, and she's been stuck with 90% of the work!
I (and others, I'm sure) would love to know who to look for when the book is
ready... any chance you might point us in that direction when the time
arrives and the book is available?
philo
2016-03-16 20:55:30 UTC
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I (and others, I'm sure) would love to know who to look for when the
book is ready... any chance you might point us in that direction when
the time arrives and the book is available?
OK. I will post back probably in two weeks or so
Will Dockery
2016-03-17 13:42:10 UTC
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I (and others, I'm sure) would love to know who to look for when the
book is ready... any chance you might point us in that direction when
the time arrives and the book is available?
OK. I will post back probably in two weeks or so
Stick around, post some poems... don't be a stranger.

:)
--
Music, poetry and art of Will Dockery:
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery
--
Will Dockery
2016-03-18 12:17:20 UTC
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I (and others, I'm sure) would love to know who to look for when the
book is ready... any chance you might point us in that direction when
the time arrives and the book is available?
OK. I will post back probably in two weeks or so.
Perhaps you have a link for us in the meantime?
--
Music, poetry and art of Will Dockery:
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery
--
philo
2016-03-20 17:33:28 UTC
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I (and others, I'm sure) would love to know who to look for when the
book is ready... any chance you might point us in that direction when
the time arrives and the book is available?
OK. I will post back probably in two weeks or so.
Perhaps you have a link for us in the meantime?
The only thing I currently have is a photography book

https://www.createspace.com/3707686


Present book is probably going to go out for a second proofing today




here is one of my older poems though






21 sep 93

feeling blurry
i looked up and saw a sign:
OPTIMIST.
i walked into the shop & said:
that’s exactly what we need in this world,
more optimism.
i could use some.

at this point
the OPTOMETRIST looked up and said:
maybe...
you just need new glasses.
Rachel
2016-03-20 17:39:44 UTC
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I (and others, I'm sure) would love to know who to look for when the
book is ready... any chance you might point us in that direction when
the time arrives and the book is available?
OK. I will post back probably in two weeks or so.
Perhaps you have a link for us in the meantime?
The only thing I currently have is a photography book
https://www.createspace.com/3707686
Present book is probably going to go out for a second proofing today
here is one of my older poems though
21 sep 93
feeling blurry
OPTIMIST.
that's exactly what we need in this world,
more optimism.
i could use some.
at this point
maybe...
you just need new glasses.
HA HAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! that was hilarious!!!

also, it was like a joke poem.

a joke, that read or looked like a poem!

an o'henry twist, with a funny ending!
philo
2016-03-20 17:53:59 UTC
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Post by Rachel
Xm!
an o'henry twist, with a funny ending!
My life pretty much has been a joke


Glad you liked it.

My poems are either humorous or morbid

not much in between


here is another







4 may 93

i have been clinging to the corporate ladder
for such a long time...
that it has rotted from beneath my feet.
someone went out and bought a new one...
aluminum. i heard the word: promotion.
its rungs were closer spaced than the old one.
if you were counting,
i’d be six steps higher.
but if you were merely looking at overall height above sea level...
well there i’d be: the same two feet above the jaws of the
shark called unemployment.
Rachel
2016-03-20 18:22:14 UTC
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Post by Rachel
Xm!
an o'henry twist, with a funny ending!
My life pretty much has been a joke
Glad you liked it.
My poems are either humorous or morbid
not much in between
here is another
4 may 93
i have been clinging to the corporate ladder
for such a long time...
that it has rotted from beneath my feet.
someone went out and bought a new one...
aluminum. i heard the word: promotion.
its rungs were closer spaced than the old one.
if you were counting,
i'd be six steps higher.
but if you were merely looking at overall height above sea level...
well there i'd be: the same two feet above the jaws of the
shark called unemployment.
that's cool, but precarious...

did you see my recent poem about climbing high and climbing higher?

and here's another one i sorta liked (i don't know what you like :) ). it was okay...if not somewhat inverted or reflexive or whatever you'd call it.


Rachel (Dylan) Ben Levi, manipulator of alchemy, p HD
crawling, scaling, climbing
branches
litmus paper
base & acid
lick/click
bunsen burner
agar, a-jar
avagadro's mole: 6.02 X 10 to the negative 23
kinetic poetry
King Midas - old & tired
barrister
register
cut your hair mister


i had another one about climbing a tree (writing, climbing higher...)(not worth posting again)


yours truly,
king midas :-(
Rachel
2016-03-20 18:28:52 UTC
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Post by Rachel
Xm!
an o'henry twist, with a funny ending!
My life pretty much has been a joke
Glad you liked it.
My poems are either humorous or morbid
not much in between
here is another
4 may 93
i have been clinging to the corporate ladder
for such a long time...
that it has rotted from beneath my feet.
someone went out and bought a new one...
aluminum. i heard the word: promotion.
its rungs were closer spaced than the old one.
if you were counting,
i'd be six steps higher.
but if you were merely looking at overall height above sea level...
well there i'd be: the same two feet above the jaws of the
shark called unemployment.
that's cool, but precarious...
did you see my recent poem about climbing high and climbing higher?
and here's another one i sorta liked (i don't know what you like :) ). it was okay...if not somewhat inverted or reflexive or whatever you'd call it.
Rachel (Dylan) Ben Levi, manipulator of alchemy, p HD
crawling, scaling, climbing
branches
litmus paper
base & acid
lick/click
bunsen burner
agar, a-jar
avagadro's mole: 6.02 X 10 to the negative 23
kinetic poetry
King Midas - old & tired
barrister
register
cut your hair mister
i had another one about climbing a tree (writing, climbing higher...)(not worth posting again)
yours truly,
king midas :-(
hey, maybe i should call that poem Absolute Zero?

Or what about Absolutely Zero Marie?
Will Dockery
2016-04-17 22:36:35 UTC
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4 may 93
i have been clinging to the corporate ladder
for such a long time...
that it has rotted from beneath my feet.
someone went out and bought a new one...
aluminum. i heard the word: promotion.
its rungs were closer spaced than the old one.
if you were counting,
i'd be six steps higher.
but if you were merely looking at overall height above sea level...
well there i'd be: the same two feet above the jaws of the
shark called unemployment.
that's cool, but precarious...
did you see my recent poem about climbing high and climbing higher?
and here's another one i sorta liked (i don't know what you like :) ). it
was okay...if not somewhat inverted or reflexive or whatever you'd call
it.
Rachel (Dylan) Ben Levi, manipulator of alchemy, p HD
crawling, scaling, climbing
branches
litmus paper
base & acid
lick/click
bunsen burner
agar, a-jar
avagadro's mole: 6.02 X 10 to the negative 23
kinetic poetry
King Midas - old & tired
barrister
register
cut your hair mister
i had another one about climbing a tree (writing, climbing higher...)(not
worth posting again)
yours truly,
king midas :-(
hey, maybe i should call that poem Absolute Zero?
Or what about Absolutely Zero Marie?
Marie Minus Zero, No Limit.

:)
philo
2016-03-20 18:54:45 UTC
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Post by Rachel
Xm!
an o'henry twist, with a funny ending!
My life pretty much has been a joke
Glad you liked it.
My poems are either humorous or morbid
not much in between
here is another
4 may 93
i have been clinging to the corporate ladder
for such a long time...
that it has rotted from beneath my feet.
someone went out and bought a new one...
aluminum. i heard the word: promotion.
its rungs were closer spaced than the old one.
if you were counting,
i'd be six steps higher.
but if you were merely looking at overall height above sea level...
well there i'd be: the same two feet above the jaws of the
shark called unemployment.
that's cool, but precarious...
did you see my recent poem about climbing high and climbing higher?
Have not gotten to it yet, but will look for it
Post by Rachel
and here's another one i sorta liked (i don't know what you like :) ). it was okay...if not somewhat inverted or reflexive or whatever you'd call it.
acid
lick/click
bunsen burner
agar, a-jar
avagadro's mole: 6.02 X 10 to the negative 23
kinetic poetry
Ideas pop in and out of my mind all the time...
oddly, I was just thinking about Avagadro's number the other day...
probably the first time since 10th grade
Rachel
2016-03-20 19:01:08 UTC
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Post by philo
Post by Rachel
Xm!
an o'henry twist, with a funny ending!
My life pretty much has been a joke
Glad you liked it.
My poems are either humorous or morbid
not much in between
here is another
4 may 93
i have been clinging to the corporate ladder
for such a long time...
that it has rotted from beneath my feet.
someone went out and bought a new one...
aluminum. i heard the word: promotion.
its rungs were closer spaced than the old one.
if you were counting,
i'd be six steps higher.
but if you were merely looking at overall height above sea level...
well there i'd be: the same two feet above the jaws of the
shark called unemployment.
that's cool, but precarious...
did you see my recent poem about climbing high and climbing higher?
Have not gotten to it yet, but will look for it
Post by Rachel
and here's another one i sorta liked (i don't know what you like :) ). it was okay...if not somewhat inverted or reflexive or whatever you'd call it.
acid
lick/click
bunsen burner
agar, a-jar
avagadro's mole: 6.02 X 10 to the negative 23
kinetic poetry
Ideas pop in and out of my mind all the time...
oddly, I was just thinking about Avagadro's number the other day...
probably the first time since 10th grade
yup. 10th grade.
Will Dockery
2016-04-17 22:46:22 UTC
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Post by Rachel
and here's another one i sorta liked (i don't know what you like :) ). it
was okay...if not somewhat inverted or reflexive or whatever you'd call
it.
acid
lick/click
bunsen burner
agar, a-jar
avagadro's mole: 6.02 X 10 to the negative 23
kinetic poetry
Ideas pop in and out of my mind all the time...
oddly, I was just thinking about Avagadro's number the other day...
probably the first time since 10th grade.
Sometimes those ideas pop in when there is no chance to stop and jot them
down... I always hate it when that haooens.

:)
Will Dockery
2016-03-20 17:56:35 UTC
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The only thing I currently have is a photography book
https://www.createspace.com/3707686
Having a look there now, thanks Philo.

:)
Will Dockery
2016-03-20 17:48:06 UTC
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here is one of my older poems though
21 sep 93
feeling blurry
OPTIMIST.
that’s exactly what we need in this world,
more optimism.
i could use some.
at this point
maybe...
you just need new glasses.
Interesting, sort of vignette poetry.

Definitely would be an interesting addition to the group, as no other poet
currently writing here uses quite that style.
philo
2016-03-20 17:59:16 UTC
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On 03/20/2016 12:48 PM, Will Dockery wrote:



<snip>

uses quite that style.



Or as my wife would say, lack of it
Rachel
2016-03-20 19:17:47 UTC
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<snip>
uses quite that style.
Or as my wife would say, lack of it
i like it.
philo
2016-03-20 20:37:36 UTC
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<snip>
uses quite that style.
Or as my wife would say, lack of it
i like it.
HA!


thanks
Will Dockery
2016-04-18 11:00:58 UTC
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<snip>
uses quite that style.
Or as my wife would say, lack of it
i like it.
HA!
thanks
We take what comment or critique we can get around here, Philo...

:)
Will Dockery
2016-03-20 10:39:39 UTC
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I (and others, I'm sure) would love to know who to look for when the
book is ready... any chance you might point us in that direction when
the time arrives and the book is available?
OK. I will post back probably in two weeks or so
Stick around, post some poems... don't be a stranger.

:)
--
Music, poetry and art of Will Dockery:
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery
General Zod
2019-04-16 08:24:05 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Here's one of my poems posted to Usenet in March 1997, almost exactly 19 years ago
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.ezines/TxRAq60fBPg/fWsKBAvijUYJ
Andrew Roller Presents
<snipped for brevity>
Ash Dust Moon
She reached out and touched me through a void,
and brought me over to the funeral.
I was soon standing there as the preacher said the words.
For his good Baptist soul.
He had been warm then his heart burst and he turned very cold.
Ashes to dust,
recycled to lung.
Spirits inside the air,
the void is there.
Lady Katherine was pleading to the underground,
that when he got there he wouldn't be found.
I was soon standing looking at the pictures at some exhibition.
They had been his though taken with a camera.
Naturally formed nuggets of art.
I could smell the summer on the ground steaming from the grass.
Acidity to morbidity,
profound profundity.
Smartest design in modern,
the void is the god.
My head fell suddenly against the ground,
the glass on the gates rattled somewhat from this.
I saw a man up on the roof painting a fixture up there,
and the wind rooster turned.
On the radio was country and western playing in the woodshop.
I was in a truck across the parking lot watching and hearing this.
What I can't do,
is what I don't want to do.
Look into her chemicals,
look into those blues of yours.
Standing down there by the front door,
I really wasn't too close or at least enough to hear her.
I recognized this street despite all the bulldozing.
There's something wrong, there's something new here in this city.
The sadness and worry in Katherine's eyes,
terror tactics in our hearts and wind in our souls.
(The above poem has been excerpted from Will Dockery's new zine, April
Bullets, which is a 32 page minicomic and is available for $1.00 from Will
Dockery, P.O. Box xxxx, Phenix City, AL 36868, U.S.A.)
Ash Dust Moon is
copyright 1997 by Will Dockery.
-END OF 213 EMISSION
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's
metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand
Check out "Gone Too Far / Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars -
http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/song/11596860
-- drinking coffee with Jack Snipe and Brian Mallard at Edgewood Park.
An overlooked Dockery classic......
Will Dockery
2019-04-20 06:35:40 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Here's one of my poems posted to Usenet in March 1997, almost exactly 19 years ago
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.ezines/TxRAq60fBPg/fWsKBAvijUYJ
Andrew Roller Presents
<snipped for brevity>
Ash Dust Moon
She reached out and touched me through a void,
and brought me over to the funeral.
I was soon standing there as the preacher said the words.
For his good Baptist soul.
He had been warm then his heart burst and he turned very cold.
Ashes to dust,
recycled to lung.
Spirits inside the air,
the void is there.
Lady Katherine was pleading to the underground,
that when he got there he wouldn't be found.
I was soon standing looking at the pictures at some exhibition.
They had been his though taken with a camera.
Naturally formed nuggets of art.
I could smell the summer on the ground steaming from the grass.
Acidity to morbidity,
profound profundity.
Smartest design in modern,
the void is the god.
My head fell suddenly against the ground,
the glass on the gates rattled somewhat from this.
I saw a man up on the roof painting a fixture up there,
and the wind rooster turned.
On the radio was country and western playing in the woodshop.
I was in a truck across the parking lot watching and hearing this.
What I can't do,
is what I don't want to do.
Look into her chemicals,
look into those blues of yours.
Standing down there by the front door,
I really wasn't too close or at least enough to hear her.
I recognized this street despite all the bulldozing.
There's something wrong, there's something new here in this city.
The sadness and worry in Katherine's eyes,
terror tactics in our hearts and wind in our souls.
(The above poem has been excerpted from Will Dockery's new zine, April
Bullets, which is a 32 page minicomic and is available for $1.00 from Will
Dockery, P.O. Box xxxx, Phenix City, AL 36868, U.S.A.)
Ash Dust Moon is
copyright 1997 by Will Dockery.
-END OF 213 EMISSION
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's
metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand
Check out "Gone Too Far / Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars -
http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/song/11596860
-- drinking coffee with Jack Snipe and Brian Mallard at Edgewood Park.
An overlooked Dockery classic......
Thanks, Zod.
General Zod
2019-04-25 04:30:40 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Here's one of my poems posted to Usenet in March 1997, almost exactly 19 years ago
https://groups.google.com/d/msg/alt.ezines/TxRAq60fBPg/fWsKBAvijUYJ
Andrew Roller Presents
<snipped for brevity>
Ash Dust Moon
She reached out and touched me through a void,
and brought me over to the funeral.
I was soon standing there as the preacher said the words.
For his good Baptist soul.
He had been warm then his heart burst and he turned very cold.
Ashes to dust,
recycled to lung.
Spirits inside the air,
the void is there.
Lady Katherine was pleading to the underground,
that when he got there he wouldn't be found.
I was soon standing looking at the pictures at some exhibition.
They had been his though taken with a camera.
Naturally formed nuggets of art.
I could smell the summer on the ground steaming from the grass.
Acidity to morbidity,
profound profundity.
Smartest design in modern,
the void is the god.
My head fell suddenly against the ground,
the glass on the gates rattled somewhat from this.
I saw a man up on the roof painting a fixture up there,
and the wind rooster turned.
On the radio was country and western playing in the woodshop.
I was in a truck across the parking lot watching and hearing this.
What I can't do,
is what I don't want to do.
Look into her chemicals,
look into those blues of yours.
Standing down there by the front door,
I really wasn't too close or at least enough to hear her.
I recognized this street despite all the bulldozing.
There's something wrong, there's something new here in this city.
The sadness and worry in Katherine's eyes,
terror tactics in our hearts and wind in our souls.
(The above poem has been excerpted from Will Dockery's new zine, April
Bullets, which is a 32 page minicomic and is available for $1.00 from Will
Dockery, P.O. Box xxxx, Phenix City, AL 36868, U.S.A.)
Ash Dust Moon is
copyright 1997 by Will Dockery.
-END OF 213 EMISSION
--
"Art is a selective recreation of reality according to an artist's
metaphysical value judgments" -Ayn Rand
Check out "Gone Too Far / Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars -
http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/song/11596860
-- drinking coffee with Jack Snipe and Brian Mallard at Edgewood Park.
Another stone cold classic Doc.....

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