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Apple Montage / Will Dockery (Instagram poem #6)
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Will Dockery
2019-04-30 21:02:37 UTC
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Apple Montage

Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.

Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.

To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.

There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.

Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.

I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.

I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.

The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.

-Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".

Apple Montage, coming soon to Instagram:

https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
ME
2019-04-30 21:06:38 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
You just can’t handle ratioan logic can you fat fuck?
So let’s start a new thread for your narcissistic instability.
Will Dockery
2019-04-30 21:13:37 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
You just can’t handle ratioan logic can you
I'm not sure what a "ratioan" is... so, maybe, maybe not...
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So let’s start a new thread .
And a new pace for you to stalk me, also, of course:

https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
Will Dockery
2019-04-30 21:21:22 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
You just can’t handle ratioan logic can you
I'm not sure what a "ratioan" is... so, maybe, maybe not...
Post by ME
So let’s start a new thread .
And a new place for you to stalk me, also, of course:

https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
Zod
2019-05-19 02:43:09 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
You just can’t handle ratioan logic can you
I'm not sure what a "ratioan" is... so, maybe, maybe not...
Post by ME
So let’s start a new thread .
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
Right on Doc.........
ME
2019-04-30 21:24:14 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
You just can’t handle ratioan logic can you fat fuck?
So let’s start a new thread for your narcissistic instability.
rational logic
Sorry for the typo.
Hope that helps, pissbum. I know how easily distracted you get.
Will Dockery
2019-04-30 21:44:33 UTC
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A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
You just can’t handle ratioan logic can you fat fuck?
So let’s start a new thread for your narcissistic instability.
rational logic
Sorry for the typo.
Hope that helps
Correct spelling always helps.

:)
ME
2019-04-30 21:47:06 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
You just can’t handle ratioan logic can you fat fuck?
So let’s start a new thread for your narcissistic instability.
rational logic
Sorry for the typo.
Hope that helps
Correct spelling always helps.
Yes, it does.
I see the conley bros are here to help.
Will Dockery
2019-05-29 06:23:39 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I
already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread
up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for
"Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
You just can’t handle ratioan logic can you fat fuck?
So let’s start a new thread for your narcissistic instability.
rational logic
Sorry for the typo.
Hope that helps
Correct spelling always helps.
Yes, it does.
Don't sweat it, we all make mistakes sometimes.

:)
Zod
2019-05-29 23:47:09 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I
already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread
up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for
"Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
You just can’t handle ratioan logic can you fat fuck?
So let’s start a new thread for your narcissistic instability.
rational logic
Sorry for the typo.
Hope that helps
Correct spelling always helps.
Yes, it does.
Don't sweat it, we all make mistakes sometimes.
:)
Exactly..........
Brainiac Five
2019-06-02 05:00:15 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I
already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread
up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for
"Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
You just can’t handle ratioan logic can you fat fuck?
So let’s start a new thread for your narcissistic instability.
rational logic
Sorry for the typo.
Hope that helps
Correct spelling always helps.
Yes, it does.
Don't sweat it, we all make mistakes sometimes.
:)
And let me have the last word on this one......

This poem is a great use of montage effects...........
Michael Pendragon
2019-06-02 06:25:49 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I
already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread
up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for
"Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
You just can’t handle ratioan logic can you fat fuck?
So let’s start a new thread for your narcissistic instability.
rational logic
Sorry for the typo.
Hope that helps
Correct spelling always helps.
Yes, it does.
Don't sweat it, we all make mistakes sometimes.
:)
And let me have the last word on this one......
This poem is a great use of montage effects...........
You'd had the last word on this one, dipshit.

You should have left well enough alone.


Michael Pendragon
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1. Description of Spring, Henry Howard
2. I can remember, Stephan Pickering
3. Expecting Inspiration, George Sulzbach
I am greatly honored to be among these giants of poetry....
-- George “Lady Bunny” Sulzbach
Will Dockery
2019-06-02 06:45:46 UTC
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"Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
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And let me have the last word on this one......
This poem is a great use of montage effects...........
You'd had the last word on this one
So shut up and it shall stay that way.

:)
Brainiac Five
2019-06-02 09:04:01 UTC
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"Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
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Post by Brainiac Five
And let me have the last word on this one......
This poem is a great use of montage effects...........
You'd had the last word on this one
So shut up and it shall stay that way.
:)
You know Pendragon......

He will blather on about this until the end of time as we know it.........
Will Dockery
2019-05-02 07:20:10 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have
mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800
posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
You just can’t
While you just can't read an comment on a poem to save your life, can't you,
obsesso stalking troll?

:)
Will Dockery
2019-05-03 19:45:42 UTC
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There's a montage of images in the poem.

:)
m***@gmail.com
2019-05-03 20:10:05 UTC
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There's a montage of images in the poem.
There aren't even any apples in your poem, much less an apple montage.

I know... the poem makes you think of apples and dozens of apple images bombard your memory as a result.

However, the fact that there's a montage going on in your pointy, jug-eared head doesn't mean that there's one going on in the actual poem.
ME
2019-05-03 20:29:15 UTC
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There's a montage of images in the poem.
:)
You’re poems really don’t have image provoking verse/wording.
But, as I’ve explained, you can call it a montage, collage or melange. It just won’t make it what you claim or wish it could be.
If wishing could make something happen, I wouldn’t be explaining basic, rational thought processes to you, again, right now.
m***@gmail.com
2019-05-03 20:34:40 UTC
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There's a montage of images in the poem.
:)
You’re poems really don’t have image provoking verse/wording.
But, as I’ve explained, you can call it a montage, collage or melange. It just won’t make it what you claim or wish it could be.
If wishing could make something happen, I wouldn’t be explaining basic, rational thought processes to you, again, right now.
LOL!
General Zod
2019-04-30 23:47:00 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
Good choice Doc..........
General Zod
2019-05-01 08:31:20 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
Will have a look soon..........
General Zod
2019-05-02 23:52:00 UTC
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It is truly a montage in poetry form...
m***@gmail.com
2019-05-03 12:46:01 UTC
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It is truly a montage in poetry form...
Polly wanna cracker?
Will Dockery
2019-05-03 15:22:24 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
It is truly a montage in poetry form...
http://www.fusion-journal.com/issue/004-fusion-the-town-and-the-city/fourw-a-regional-press/

"Perhaps we need a word for montage in poetry since pastiche is different in kind, pastiche being a collage where there is no evident order structuring it; in this context, we might call such a thing non-generic collage. Instead, Glastonbury’s poem is a montage of its own being thought, a montage of the experience of thinking a poem into being at a moment..."

:)
m***@gmail.com
2019-05-03 15:38:20 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
It is truly a montage in poetry form...
http://www.fusion-journal.com/issue/004-fusion-the-town-and-the-city/fourw-a-regional-press/
"Perhaps we need a word for montage in poetry since pastiche is different in kind, pastiche being a collage where there is no evident order structuring it; in this context, we might call such a thing non-generic collage. Instead, Glastonbury’s poem is a montage of its own being thought, a montage of the experience of thinking a poem into being at a moment..."
So you've googled another example of someone using the term "montage" in relation to poetry... yeah, and?

No one is arguing that poetic montage doesn't exist (I've provided you with examples from my own poetry).

I'm unfamiliar with Glastonbury's poem (as, I strongly suspect, are you). Glastonbury's poem may or may not turn out to be an example of poetic montage. However, you are not Keri Glastonbury, and "Apple Non-tage" is not "Sally Can't Dance."

Just because Glastonbury and Pendragon have written montage poems doesn't mean that Dreckery also has.
Will Dockery
2019-05-03 17:04:11 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
It is truly a montage in poetry form...
http://www.fusion-journal.com/issue/004-fusion-the-town-and-the-city/fourw-a-regional-press/
"Perhaps we need a word for montage in poetry since pastiche is different in kind, pastiche being a collage where there is no evident order structuring it; in this context, we might call such a thing non-generic collage. Instead, Glastonbury’s poem is a montage of its own being thought, a montage of the experience of thinking a poem into being at a moment..."
So you've googled another example of someone using the term "montage" in relation to poetry... yeah, and?
No one is arguing that poetic montage doesn't exist (I've provided you with examples from my own poetry).
I'm unfamiliar with Glastonbury's poem (as, I strongly suspect, are you)
No, I've read Glastonbury's poem, as well as the poem it references, is an homage to, Frank O'Hara's poem, as well as the Lou Reed lyric it also references/pays homage to.
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. Glastonbury's poem may or may not turn out to be an example of poetic montage. However, you are not Keri Glastonbury, and "Apple Montage" is not "Sally Can't Dance."
Just because Glastonbury and Pendragon have written montage poems
Or so you say you have, as I have used montage in poetry form in my "Apple Montage" poem.

It really is just that simple, I have explained that my poem uses my montage effects in poetry form, and so it does.

Either accept that, or don't... and we can argue for the rest of our lives over this if you really want to.

:)
ME
2019-05-03 17:13:18 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
It is truly a montage in poetry form...
http://www.fusion-journal.com/issue/004-fusion-the-town-and-the-city/fourw-a-regional-press/
"Perhaps we need a word for montage in poetry since pastiche is different in kind, pastiche being a collage where there is no evident order structuring it; in this context, we might call such a thing non-generic collage. Instead, Glastonbury’s poem is a montage of its own being thought, a montage of the experience of thinking a poem into being at a moment..."
So you've googled another example of someone using the term "montage" in relation to poetry... yeah, and?
No one is arguing that poetic montage doesn't exist (I've provided you with examples from my own poetry).
I'm unfamiliar with Glastonbury's poem (as, I strongly suspect, are you)
No, I've read Glastonbury's poem, as well as the poem it references, is an homage to, Frank O'Hara's poem, as well as the Lou Reed lyric it also references/pays homage to.
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. Glastonbury's poem may or may not turn out to be an example of poetic montage. However, you are not Keri Glastonbury, and "Apple Montage" is not "Sally Can't Dance."
Just because Glastonbury and Pendragon have written montage poems
Or so you say you have, as I have used montage in poetry form in my "Apple Montage" poem.
It really is just that simple, I have explained that my poem uses my montage effects in poetry form, and so it does.
Either accept that, or don't... and we can argue for the rest of our lives over this if you really want to.
:)
Therein lies your problem, pissbum. You paying homage to something, or someone else’s style of poetry, doesn’t mean you actually pulled it off.
Get it now?
m***@gmail.com
2019-05-03 18:30:50 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
It is truly a montage in poetry form...
http://www.fusion-journal.com/issue/004-fusion-the-town-and-the-city/fourw-a-regional-press/
"Perhaps we need a word for montage in poetry since pastiche is different in kind, pastiche being a collage where there is no evident order structuring it; in this context, we might call such a thing non-generic collage. Instead, Glastonbury’s poem is a montage of its own being thought, a montage of the experience of thinking a poem into being at a moment..."
So you've googled another example of someone using the term "montage" in relation to poetry... yeah, and?
No one is arguing that poetic montage doesn't exist (I've provided you with examples from my own poetry).
I'm unfamiliar with Glastonbury's poem (as, I strongly suspect, are you)
No, I've read Glastonbury's poem, as well as the poem it references, is an homage to, Frank O'Hara's poem, as well as the Lou Reed lyric it also references/pays homage to.
Post by m***@gmail.com
. Glastonbury's poem may or may not turn out to be an example of poetic montage. However, you are not Keri Glastonbury, and "Apple Montage" is not "Sally Can't Dance."
Just because Glastonbury and Pendragon have written montage poems
Or so you say you have, as I have used montage in poetry form in my "Apple Montage" poem.
It really is just that simple, I have explained that my poem uses my montage effects in poetry form, and so it does.
Either accept that, or don't... and we can argue for the rest of our lives over this if you really want to.
You can argue till you're blue in the face, but your poem was, is, and ever shall remain "Two Scenes In an Orchard." And two scenes do not a montage make.
Zod
2019-05-18 21:48:21 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
It is truly a montage in poetry form...
http://www.fusion-journal.com/issue/004-fusion-the-town-and-the-city/fourw-a-regional-press/
"Perhaps we need a word for montage in poetry since pastiche is different in kind, pastiche being a collage where there is no evident order structuring it; in this context, we might call such a thing non-generic collage. Instead, Glastonbury’s poem is a montage of its own being thought, a montage of the experience of thinking a poem into being at a moment..."
So you've googled another example of someone using the term "montage" in relation to poetry... yeah, and?
No one is arguing that poetic montage doesn't exist (I've provided you with examples from my own poetry).
I'm unfamiliar with Glastonbury's poem (as, I strongly suspect, are you)
No, I've read Glastonbury's poem, as well as the poem it references, is an homage to, Frank O'Hara's poem, as well as the Lou Reed lyric it also references/pays homage to.
Post by m***@gmail.com
. Glastonbury's poem may or may not turn out to be an example of poetic montage. However, you are not Keri Glastonbury, and "Apple Montage" is not "Sally Can't Dance."
Just because Glastonbury and Pendragon have written montage poems
Or so you say you have, as I have used montage in poetry form in my "Apple Montage" poem.
It really is just that simple, I have explained that my poem uses my montage effects in poetry form, and so it does.
Either accept that, or don't... and we can argue for the rest of our lives over this if you really want to.
:)
I need to read that
Will Dockery
2019-05-03 16:16:18 UTC
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That's good, you're using montage as you see fit, as I'm also incorporating the effect into my poetry as well.

Don't like it?

Too bad for you.

😉
ME
2019-05-03 16:29:04 UTC
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That's good, you're using montage as you see fit, as I'm also incorporating the effect into my poetry as well.
Don't like it?
Too bad for you.
😉
You can title your poem any way you want, pissbum. You could title one of your poems “The Greatest Poem Ever Written”.
But, it won’t make it the greatest poem ever written.
Get it?

HTH & HAND
m***@gmail.com
2019-05-03 16:48:31 UTC
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That's good, you're using montage as you see fit, as I'm also incorporating the effect into my poetry as well.
Don't like it?
Too bad for you.
😉
I'm using "montage" correctly. You aren't.
Will Dockery
2019-05-03 16:33:23 UTC
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So, why argue over my title?
ME
2019-05-03 16:56:18 UTC
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So, why argue over my title?
I’m not arguing about the title you chose.
That’s your prerogative.
But trying to say your poem was is an actual “montage form” of poetry is wrong.
But you can title it that.
Again, that’s your prerogative.
General Zod
2019-05-03 20:50:32 UTC
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There's a montage of images in the poem.
:)
You’re poems really don’t have image provoking verse/wording
You really don't see the montage of images in Doc's poem.....
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Post by Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
ME has a little ways to go just yet........
Will Dockery
2019-05-17 00:47:20 UTC
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Thanks Zod... anyone can see that "Apple Montage" is a montage in poetry form.

😊
Zod
2019-05-17 08:26:52 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
Obviously this is a poem with montage effects worked in.......
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-17 11:38:41 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
Obviously this is a poem with montage effects worked in.......
Point out one example.

Michael Pendragon
"Memories... pressed between the pages just like fine wine...…........" -- George "Lady Bunny" Sulzbach
Will Dockery
2019-05-17 19:44:18 UTC
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The poem has montage effects, if you don't want to recognize that, I can't force you.

😉
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-17 19:50:38 UTC
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The poem has montage effects, if you don't want to recognize that, I can't force you.
I do want to recognize it, and you don't have to force me.

All you have to do is point out one example of a "montage effect" in your poem.

Just one.

Surely you can find one example of "montage" in it???
Zod
2019-05-17 21:47:04 UTC
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The poem has montage effects, if you don't want to recognize that, I can't force you.
😉
Any casual reader can spot those............
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-18 05:54:12 UTC
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The poem has montage effects, if you don't want to recognize that, I can't force you.
😉
Any casual reader can spot those............
Yet you, who've read this poem 100 times, are unable to point out one.
Will Dockery
2019-05-18 06:43:09 UTC
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The poem itself is a montage.

:)
Coco DeSockmonkey
2019-05-18 07:33:51 UTC
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The poem itself is a montage.
How?

You might as well keep repeating that "the poem itself is an elephant."

It means nothing unless you can actually explain how it's a montage.
Zod
2019-05-18 08:02:42 UTC
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The poem itself is a montage.
How?
Just read the poem.....

The imagery flows like the best montage clip.....

In poetry form.....
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-18 18:30:34 UTC
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The poem itself is a montage.
How?
Just read the poem.....
The imagery flows like the best montage clip.....
In poetry form.....
I've read the "poem." I see two scenes and a transition. Two scenes and a transition is not a montage.

If you see a flow of imagery, POINT IT OUT.

If you can't, it's because it isn't in the poem.
Zod
2019-05-19 08:29:25 UTC
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Just read the poem....

The montage is right there before your very eyes.....
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-20 01:19:15 UTC
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Just read the poem....
The montage is right there before your very eyes.....
Point it out or shut your drunken bunny mouth.
Will Dockery
2019-05-20 01:30:00 UTC
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Zod did point it out when he referred you to the poem
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-20 02:03:40 UTC
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Zod did point it out when he referred you to the poem
No. Lady Bummy, er, Bunny merely pointed to the poem and grunted "montgage."

I, however, see only two scenes and a transition.

Just admit that neither of you has the faintest idea what a montage is, and we can move on.
Zod
2019-05-20 01:38:02 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
There you go ***@gmail.com .... try reading the poem this time....
Zod
2019-05-20 02:10:26 UTC
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I point you to the poem......
Post by Will Dockery
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Which is obvious to any observer to be a montage in poetry form...........
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-20 02:16:00 UTC
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I point you to the poem......
Well now we know what type of a dog you are.
Zod
2019-05-20 02:17:41 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
This poem is obviously a montage in poetry form....
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-20 12:15:36 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
This poem is obviously a montage in poetry form....
If that were true there wouldn't be any argument.

The poem is obviously not a montage in poetry form.

A montage in poetry form would constitute a list of three or more seemingly unrelated images that tell a story, share a theme, condense time, or perform other functions normally associated with a cinematic montage.

There are exactly *none* of these in Will's poem.

"Summer Ghosts" is an example of montage in poetry form.

Watch it and learn:



Beginning on line 6 and continuing until the penultimate line, the poem is in montage form.

As you can see, it comprises a list of seemingly unrelated images (Slingshots, bottle caps and strings, backyard picnics, tire swings, snakes and turtles, dogs and cats, scuffles, skinned knees, baseball bats, skinny dipping, fishing holes, schoolyard buddies, football goals...) that acquire a shared meaning through juxtaposition.

Or, approaching the poem retroactively, you can say that all of the separate images represent scenes from a typical childhood.

Either way, you've got a montage.

There is *nothing* even remotely approaching this in Will's poem.

A Poem by Michael Pendragon
SUMMER GHOSTS

Night and day they follow me
Just outside my range of sight,
Shades of things that used to be
Singing to me all the night,
Singing of forgotten things
Childhood dreams and fairy wings
Hours lost in idle play
Loved ones who have 'gone away'
Slingshots, bottle caps and strings
Backyard picnics, tire swings
Snakes and turtles, dogs and cats
Scuffles, skinned knees, baseball bats
Skinny dipping, fishing holes,
Schoolyard buddies, football goals
Counting stars on moonlit nights
Paper airplanes, pillow fights
Tummy aches and runny nose
Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes
Mother's kisses, father's hugs
Butterflies and doodle bugs
Popcorn, peanuts, puddin' 'n' pie
Pink cloud-dragons in the sky
Pop guns, cap guns, coonskin hats
Black eyes, fistfights, tits for tats
Fire engines, freight train cars
Fireflies in Mason jars
Goldfish, hoagies, fake tattoos
Fourth of July barbeques
Cootie catchers, toadstools, ticks
Kickball, chicken, pickup sticks
Cub Scouts, campfires, weenie roasts
Scary stories, schoolyard boasts
Red light, green light, Simon said
Bears and prayers and off to bed.
All these memories, I keep
Dear as faded photographs,
When I close my eyes to sleep
When my son or daughter laughs
When the night wind sings to me
Of all the things that used to be.
Will Dockery
2019-05-20 18:34:41 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
This poem is obviously a montage in poetry form....
If that were true there wouldn't be any argument.
The poem is obviously not a montage in poetry form.
It really is a montage in poetry form, though, Pendragon... you don't agree and you have the right not to agree.

The fact that you do not agree does not change the fact that it really is a montage in poetry form, though.
Post by Michael Pendragon
A montage in poetry form would constitute a list of three or more seemingly unrelated images that tell a story, share a theme, condense time, or perform other functions normally associated with a cinematic montage.
There are exactly *none* of these in Will's poem.
"Summer Ghosts" is an example of montage in poetry form.
http://youtu.be/qZOcXcqKbBk
Beginning on line 6 and continuing until the penultimate line, the poem is in montage form.
As you can see, it comprises a list of seemingly unrelated images (Slingshots, bottle caps and strings, backyard picnics, tire swings, snakes and turtles, dogs and cats, scuffles, skinned knees, baseball bats, skinny dipping, fishing holes, schoolyard buddies, football goals...) that acquire a shared meaning through juxtaposition.
Or, approaching the poem retroactively, you can say that all of the separate images represent scenes from a typical childhood.
Either way, you've got a montage.
There is *nothing* even remotely approaching this in Will's poem.
A Poem by Michael Pendragon
SUMMER GHOSTS
Night and day they follow me
Just outside my range of sight,
Shades of things that used to be
Singing to me all the night,
Singing of forgotten things
Childhood dreams and fairy wings
Hours lost in idle play
Loved ones who have 'gone away'
Slingshots, bottle caps and strings
Backyard picnics, tire swings
Snakes and turtles, dogs and cats
Scuffles, skinned knees, baseball bats
Skinny dipping, fishing holes,
Schoolyard buddies, football goals
Counting stars on moonlit nights
Paper airplanes, pillow fights
Tummy aches and runny nose
Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes
Mother's kisses, father's hugs
Butterflies and doodle bugs
Popcorn, peanuts, puddin' 'n' pie
Pink cloud-dragons in the sky
Pop guns, cap guns, coonskin hats
Black eyes, fistfights, tits for tats
Fire engines, freight train cars
Fireflies in Mason jars
Goldfish, hoagies, fake tattoos
Fourth of July barbeques
Cootie catchers, toadstools, ticks
Kickball, chicken, pickup sticks
Cub Scouts, campfires, weenie roasts
Scary stories, schoolyard boasts
Red light, green light, Simon said
Bears and prayers and off to bed.
All these memories, I keep
Dear as faded photographs,
When I close my eyes to sleep
When my son or daughter laughs
When the night wind sings to me
Of all the things that used to be.
In my view, there is more than one way a montage can appear in poetry form... thus I can allow both your poem and mine to be identified as a montage in poetry form.

When I Google "montage in poetry form", this poem surfaces:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Don-Go-There-Colm-Keegan/dp/1908836067

"Don't Go There" by Colm Keegan

"A dark and dirty montage of experiences from the streets of Dublin, told through the lens of a good man trying to make sense of it all. The poetry is raw, transporting you through the moments of several peoples lives in the lower class suburbs of Dublin..."

I haven't read this poetry book yet, but would like to, to compare the montage effects in poetry form there with mine and yours.
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-20 19:18:26 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
This poem is obviously a montage in poetry form....
If that were true there wouldn't be any argument.
The poem is obviously not a montage in poetry form.
It really is a montage in poetry form, though, Pendragon... you don't agree and you have the right not to agree.
The fact that you do not agree does not change the fact that it really is a montage in poetry form, though.
Post by Michael Pendragon
A montage in poetry form would constitute a list of three or more seemingly unrelated images that tell a story, share a theme, condense time, or perform other functions normally associated with a cinematic montage.
There are exactly *none* of these in Will's poem.
"Summer Ghosts" is an example of montage in poetry form.
http://youtu.be/qZOcXcqKbBk
Beginning on line 6 and continuing until the penultimate line, the poem is in montage form.
As you can see, it comprises a list of seemingly unrelated images (Slingshots, bottle caps and strings, backyard picnics, tire swings, snakes and turtles, dogs and cats, scuffles, skinned knees, baseball bats, skinny dipping, fishing holes, schoolyard buddies, football goals...) that acquire a shared meaning through juxtaposition.
Or, approaching the poem retroactively, you can say that all of the separate images represent scenes from a typical childhood.
Either way, you've got a montage.
There is *nothing* even remotely approaching this in Will's poem.
A Poem by Michael Pendragon
SUMMER GHOSTS
Night and day they follow me
Just outside my range of sight,
Shades of things that used to be
Singing to me all the night,
Singing of forgotten things
Childhood dreams and fairy wings
Hours lost in idle play
Loved ones who have 'gone away'
Slingshots, bottle caps and strings
Backyard picnics, tire swings
Snakes and turtles, dogs and cats
Scuffles, skinned knees, baseball bats
Skinny dipping, fishing holes,
Schoolyard buddies, football goals
Counting stars on moonlit nights
Paper airplanes, pillow fights
Tummy aches and runny nose
Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes
Mother's kisses, father's hugs
Butterflies and doodle bugs
Popcorn, peanuts, puddin' 'n' pie
Pink cloud-dragons in the sky
Pop guns, cap guns, coonskin hats
Black eyes, fistfights, tits for tats
Fire engines, freight train cars
Fireflies in Mason jars
Goldfish, hoagies, fake tattoos
Fourth of July barbeques
Cootie catchers, toadstools, ticks
Kickball, chicken, pickup sticks
Cub Scouts, campfires, weenie roasts
Scary stories, schoolyard boasts
Red light, green light, Simon said
Bears and prayers and off to bed.
All these memories, I keep
Dear as faded photographs,
When I close my eyes to sleep
When my son or daughter laughs
When the night wind sings to me
Of all the things that used to be.
In my view, there is more than one way a montage can appear in poetry form... thus I can allow both your poem and mine to be identified as a montage in poetry form.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Don-Go-There-Colm-Keegan/dp/1908836067
"Don't Go There" by Colm Keegan
"A dark and dirty montage of experiences from the streets of Dublin, told through the lens of a good man trying to make sense of it all. The poetry is raw, transporting you through the moments of several peoples lives in the lower class suburbs of Dublin..."
I haven't read this poetry book yet, but would like to, to compare the montage effects in poetry form there with mine and yours.
All of which says absolutely *NOTHING.*

Keegan's book probably does present a montage of experiences. But you haven't printed any examples of this montage from his book. Hell, you haven't even presented *any* passages from his book.

The sad truth is that you don't know what a literary montage is.

You don't understand that there is a difference between a book's presenting a montage of experiences and the literary device of poetic montage.

You are incapable of comprehending that your poem doesn't fit into either category.

Your poem is TWO SCENES and a transition. Two scenes and a transition do not constitute a montage.

There are millions of poems with two or more scenes and/or two or more images in them -- do you consider all of them to be examples of montage in poetry form?

You've read "The Raven." Let's look at the first stanza:

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”

We have a series of images: a dreary midnight, a weary man pondering, a large, arcane book, the man falling asleep at his desk, a chamber door, the sound of someone rapping.

Is this a montage in poetry form?

In fact, by your own very loose definition of "montage" is any poem *not* an example of montage in poetry form?

And if every poem is, doesn't that render your definition meaningless?
Will Dockery
2019-05-20 19:30:47 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
This poem is obviously a montage in poetry form....
If that were true there wouldn't be any argument.
The poem is obviously not a montage in poetry form.
It really is a montage in poetry form, though, Pendragon... you don't agree and you have the right not to agree.
The fact that you do not agree does not change the fact that it really is a montage in poetry form, though.
Post by Michael Pendragon
A montage in poetry form would constitute a list of three or more seemingly unrelated images that tell a story, share a theme, condense time, or perform other functions normally associated with a cinematic montage.
There are exactly *none* of these in Will's poem.
"Summer Ghosts" is an example of montage in poetry form.
http://youtu.be/qZOcXcqKbBk
Beginning on line 6 and continuing until the penultimate line, the poem is in montage form.
As you can see, it comprises a list of seemingly unrelated images (Slingshots, bottle caps and strings, backyard picnics, tire swings, snakes and turtles, dogs and cats, scuffles, skinned knees, baseball bats, skinny dipping, fishing holes, schoolyard buddies, football goals...) that acquire a shared meaning through juxtaposition.
Or, approaching the poem retroactively, you can say that all of the separate images represent scenes from a typical childhood.
Either way, you've got a montage.
There is *nothing* even remotely approaching this in Will's poem.
A Poem by Michael Pendragon
SUMMER GHOSTS
Night and day they follow me
Just outside my range of sight,
Shades of things that used to be
Singing to me all the night,
Singing of forgotten things
Childhood dreams and fairy wings
Hours lost in idle play
Loved ones who have 'gone away'
Slingshots, bottle caps and strings
Backyard picnics, tire swings
Snakes and turtles, dogs and cats
Scuffles, skinned knees, baseball bats
Skinny dipping, fishing holes,
Schoolyard buddies, football goals
Counting stars on moonlit nights
Paper airplanes, pillow fights
Tummy aches and runny nose
Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes
Mother's kisses, father's hugs
Butterflies and doodle bugs
Popcorn, peanuts, puddin' 'n' pie
Pink cloud-dragons in the sky
Pop guns, cap guns, coonskin hats
Black eyes, fistfights, tits for tats
Fire engines, freight train cars
Fireflies in Mason jars
Goldfish, hoagies, fake tattoos
Fourth of July barbeques
Cootie catchers, toadstools, ticks
Kickball, chicken, pickup sticks
Cub Scouts, campfires, weenie roasts
Scary stories, schoolyard boasts
Red light, green light, Simon said
Bears and prayers and off to bed.
All these memories, I keep
Dear as faded photographs,
When I close my eyes to sleep
When my son or daughter laughs
When the night wind sings to me
Of all the things that used to be.
In my view, there is more than one way a montage can appear in poetry form... thus I can allow both your poem and mine to be identified as a montage in poetry form.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Don-Go-There-Colm-Keegan/dp/1908836067
"Don't Go There" by Colm Keegan
"A dark and dirty montage of experiences from the streets of Dublin, told through the lens of a good man trying to make sense of it all. The poetry is raw, transporting you through the moments of several peoples lives in the lower class suburbs of Dublin..."
I haven't read this poetry book yet, but would like to, to compare the montage effects in poetry form there with mine and yours.
All of which says absolutely *NOTHING.*
Keegan's book probably does present a montage of experiences. But you haven't printed any examples of this montage from his book. Hell, you haven't even presented *any* passages from his book.
The sad truth is that you don't know what a literary montage is.
You don't understand that there is a difference between a book's presenting a montage of experiences and the literary device of poetic montage.
You are incapable of comprehending that your poem doesn't fit into either category.
Your poem is TWO SCENES and a transition. Two scenes and a transition do not constitute a montage.
There are millions of poems with two or more scenes and/or two or more images in them -- do you consider all of them to be examples of montage in poetry form?
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
We have a series of images: a dreary midnight, a weary man pondering, a large, arcane book, the man falling asleep at his desk, a chamber door, the sound of someone rapping.
Is this a montage in poetry form?
In fact, by your own very loose definition of "montage" is any poem *not* an example of montage in poetry form?
And if every poem is, doesn't that render your definition meaningless?
My statement stands, and a reading of "Apple Montage" will back up the fact that it is a montage in poetry form.

You don't agree, I see this, and you have a right to that opinion, but I will continue to correct you when you misrepresent my poem.
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-20 19:54:54 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
This poem is obviously a montage in poetry form....
If that were true there wouldn't be any argument.
The poem is obviously not a montage in poetry form.
It really is a montage in poetry form, though, Pendragon... you don't agree and you have the right not to agree.
The fact that you do not agree does not change the fact that it really is a montage in poetry form, though.
Post by Michael Pendragon
A montage in poetry form would constitute a list of three or more seemingly unrelated images that tell a story, share a theme, condense time, or perform other functions normally associated with a cinematic montage.
There are exactly *none* of these in Will's poem.
"Summer Ghosts" is an example of montage in poetry form.
http://youtu.be/qZOcXcqKbBk
Beginning on line 6 and continuing until the penultimate line, the poem is in montage form.
As you can see, it comprises a list of seemingly unrelated images (Slingshots, bottle caps and strings, backyard picnics, tire swings, snakes and turtles, dogs and cats, scuffles, skinned knees, baseball bats, skinny dipping, fishing holes, schoolyard buddies, football goals...) that acquire a shared meaning through juxtaposition.
Or, approaching the poem retroactively, you can say that all of the separate images represent scenes from a typical childhood.
Either way, you've got a montage.
There is *nothing* even remotely approaching this in Will's poem.
A Poem by Michael Pendragon
SUMMER GHOSTS
Night and day they follow me
Just outside my range of sight,
Shades of things that used to be
Singing to me all the night,
Singing of forgotten things
Childhood dreams and fairy wings
Hours lost in idle play
Loved ones who have 'gone away'
Slingshots, bottle caps and strings
Backyard picnics, tire swings
Snakes and turtles, dogs and cats
Scuffles, skinned knees, baseball bats
Skinny dipping, fishing holes,
Schoolyard buddies, football goals
Counting stars on moonlit nights
Paper airplanes, pillow fights
Tummy aches and runny nose
Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes
Mother's kisses, father's hugs
Butterflies and doodle bugs
Popcorn, peanuts, puddin' 'n' pie
Pink cloud-dragons in the sky
Pop guns, cap guns, coonskin hats
Black eyes, fistfights, tits for tats
Fire engines, freight train cars
Fireflies in Mason jars
Goldfish, hoagies, fake tattoos
Fourth of July barbeques
Cootie catchers, toadstools, ticks
Kickball, chicken, pickup sticks
Cub Scouts, campfires, weenie roasts
Scary stories, schoolyard boasts
Red light, green light, Simon said
Bears and prayers and off to bed.
All these memories, I keep
Dear as faded photographs,
When I close my eyes to sleep
When my son or daughter laughs
When the night wind sings to me
Of all the things that used to be.
In my view, there is more than one way a montage can appear in poetry form... thus I can allow both your poem and mine to be identified as a montage in poetry form.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Don-Go-There-Colm-Keegan/dp/1908836067
"Don't Go There" by Colm Keegan
"A dark and dirty montage of experiences from the streets of Dublin, told through the lens of a good man trying to make sense of it all. The poetry is raw, transporting you through the moments of several peoples lives in the lower class suburbs of Dublin..."
I haven't read this poetry book yet, but would like to, to compare the montage effects in poetry form there with mine and yours.
All of which says absolutely *NOTHING.*
Keegan's book probably does present a montage of experiences. But you haven't printed any examples of this montage from his book. Hell, you haven't even presented *any* passages from his book.
The sad truth is that you don't know what a literary montage is.
You don't understand that there is a difference between a book's presenting a montage of experiences and the literary device of poetic montage.
You are incapable of comprehending that your poem doesn't fit into either category.
Your poem is TWO SCENES and a transition. Two scenes and a transition do not constitute a montage.
There are millions of poems with two or more scenes and/or two or more images in them -- do you consider all of them to be examples of montage in poetry form?
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
We have a series of images: a dreary midnight, a weary man pondering, a large, arcane book, the man falling asleep at his desk, a chamber door, the sound of someone rapping.
Is this a montage in poetry form?
In fact, by your own very loose definition of "montage" is any poem *not* an example of montage in poetry form?
And if every poem is, doesn't that render your definition meaningless?
My statement stands, and a reading of "Apple Montage" will back up the fact that it is a montage in poetry form.
You don't agree, I see this, and you have a right to that opinion, but I will continue to correct you when you misrepresent my poem.
Your statement stands behind a wall of willful ignorance.

If there is anything remotely resembling a montage in your poem, point it out.

If you're unable to point it out, there's a reason.
Will Dockery
2019-05-20 23:01:02 UTC
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Either way, I do appreciate the feedback, Pendragon.

:)
Will Dockery
2019-05-20 20:18:06 UTC
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If there is anything remotely resembling a montage in your poem, point it out
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
So, as I wrote before, elsewhere, go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it.

And... so it goes.
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-20 20:51:52 UTC
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If there is anything remotely resembling a montage in your poem, point it out
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
So, as I wrote before, elsewhere, go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it.
And... so it goes.
You're exactly like a 3-year old stomping his foot and crying "Is so! Is so!"

If it's a montage, point out an example in the poem.

Or explain how "the entire poem" is a montage (pointing out specific examples from the poem's text).

If you can't point to any examples, it's because no examples exist.

If you can't explain *how* your "entire poem is a montage" it's because your entire poem isn't.
Will Dockery
2019-05-20 21:18:14 UTC
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The poem uses montage effects, as anyone who reads and understands the poem will see.
Will Dockery
2019-05-20 22:29:24 UTC
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BTW, thanks for reading and commenting, Pendragon and Zod.

😉
Zod
2019-05-20 23:32:39 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
Anyone reading can see this is a montage in poetry form.....
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-21 02:17:20 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
Anyone reading can see this is a montage in poetry form.....
Anyone can see it, but no one can identify it? Hmm...
Will Dockery
2019-05-21 03:08:42 UTC
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It doesn't need to be identified, the poem is a montage of scenes and images.
ME
2019-05-21 03:19:28 UTC
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It doesn't need to be identified, the poem is a montage of scenes and images.
If, in reading your poem, someone can’t identify it as a montage, then it might not be a montage.
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-21 03:29:51 UTC
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It doesn't need to be identified, the poem is a montage of scenes and images.
Point them out.

I count two scenes and no more images than in any other poem... and certainly no images of apples.
Will Dockery
2019-05-21 03:29:00 UTC
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No, the entire poem is a montage, not even you could miss it, "Me"

😀
Will Dockery
2019-05-21 03:41:38 UTC
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You've denied the montage exists in my poem for months now, why would I expect you to suddenly understand my poem now, Pendragon?
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-21 03:46:53 UTC
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You've denied the montage exists in my poem for months now, why would I expect you to suddenly understand my poem now, Pendragon?
I've denied the montage exists for the past year and half. You've yet to point out where this supposed montage is, or how your two scenes and a transition could possibly constitute a montage.

The bottom line is that I don't see any montage in your poem. I'm asking you where the montage in your poem is. If you are unable to locate this montage, then obviously neither of us see it.

If, otoh, you do see this montage, you should be able to point it out.

But all you can do is stamp your foot and repeat "Is so a montage! Is so! Is so! Is so!!!!!!"
Will Dockery
2019-05-21 03:51:45 UTC
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Read the poem.

The poem is the montage.

:)
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-21 03:57:40 UTC
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Read the poem.
The poem is the montage.
Stamp the foot. Cry: "Is so a montage!"

Like I said.

You don't know what a montage is. And you can't find one in your poem.
Zod
2019-05-21 03:59:22 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Quite obviously a montage in poetic form.... ..
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-21 04:01:31 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Quite obviously a montage in poetic form.... ..
Will stamps his foot and cries "Is so a montage! Is so! Is so! Is so!" and Lady Bunny parrots back "Is so! Is so! Is so!"

I feel like I'm babysitting a pair of 4-year olds.
Zod
2019-05-21 04:06:10 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
Anyone who can read and knows what a montage is can see tghe poem is filled with montage effects....
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-21 11:39:53 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
A montage is neither a setting nor a backdrop
Go ahead and write your own version of a montage in poetry, I already have mine, love it or hate it, and with the previous thread up to nearly 800 posts, time to break it and start a new thread for "Apple Montage".
https://www.instagram.com/willdockery007/?hl=en
Anyone who can read and knows what a montage is can see tghe poem is filled with montage effects....
If they can see it, they can point to an example.

Why do you lie so much, Lady Bunny?

Oh, right... you're a perpetually sloshed pissbum.
Will Dockery
2019-05-21 12:12:11 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Anyone who can read and knows what a montage is can see tghe poem is filled with montage effects....
If they can see it, they can point to an example.
The poem itself is the example.
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-21 12:26:51 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Anyone who can read and knows what a montage is can see tghe poem is filled with montage effects....
If they can see it, they can point to an example.
The poem itself is the example.
Once again, little Willie stamps his foot and cries "Is too a montage! Is too! Is too! Is too!"

But how is "the poem itself" a montage, little Willie?

(MMP settles back and waits for the next outburst.)
Zod
2019-05-21 14:48:11 UTC
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Anyone who can read and knows what a montage is can see tghe poem is filled with montage effects....
If they can see it, they can point to an example.
The poem itself is the example.
mon·tage
/mänˈtäZH/
noun
the process or technique of selecting, editing, and piecing together separate sections of film to form a continuous whole.
a sequence of film made using the technique of montage.
plural noun: montages
"a dazzling montage of the movie's central banquet scene"
the technique of producing a new composite whole from fragments of pictures, text, or music.
"the play often verged on montage"

Read more at............

https://groups.google.com/forum/#!topic/alt.arts.poetry.comments/XJ9ZxVUDqSA
Will Dockery
2019-05-21 13:27:33 UTC
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Michael Pendragon does a bit of foot stomping as well.

Apple Montage is a poetry version of a montage.I

If you don't agree, that's your opinion and you're welcome to it.

😀😕
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-21 13:42:56 UTC
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Michael Pendragon does a bit of foot stomping as well.
Asking for an explanation is not a foot stomp, Willie.
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Apple Montage is a poetry version of a montage.I
If you don't agree, that's your opinion and you're welcome to it.
I have stated my *reasons* for not agreeing.

You have stated none for your opinion... other than that it's your opinion.
Will Dockery
2019-05-21 13:45:23 UTC
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More than an opinion, it is my poem.

The poem is my version of a montage in poetry form.

Agree or not... that is what the poem is.

😀
Michelangelo Scarlotti
2019-05-21 15:15:59 UTC
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More than an opinion, it is my poem.
The poem is my version of a montage in poetry form.
Agree or not... that is what the poem is.
Again, that's your unsupported, unsubstantiated opinion.

We've established that:

1) It's your poem.
2) You believe that it's "a montage in poetry form."

That's your opinion.

If your opinion is "more than an opinion," you should be able to back it up with proof.

If you can't support your opinion with facts, it remains purely your opinion.

I realize that writing about poetry is vastly beyond your intellectual capability, so I have provided you with another (less literate) means of expressing how your poem is a montage. To this end I have just walked you through an example of how to storyboard a poem in montage format.

It only takes a few minutes and is quite simple to do.

All you have to do is to storyboard your poem into the "montage" that you believe it is.
Zod
2019-05-21 15:18:22 UTC
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More than an opinion, it is my poem.
The poem is my version of a montage in poetry form.
Agree or not... that is what the poem is.
Again, that's your unsupported, unsubstantiated opinion.
1) It's your poem.
2) You believe that it's "a montage in poetry form."
https://www.google.com/search?q=montage+definition&rlz=1C1GCEV_enUS850US850&oq=%22montage%22+&aqs=chrome.1.69i57j0l4j46.6679j1j7&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8

mon·tage
/mänˈtäZH/
noun
the process or technique of selecting, editing, and piecing together separate sections of film to form a continuous whole.
a sequence of film made using the technique of montage.
plural noun: montages
"a dazzling montage of the movie's central banquet scene"
the technique of producing a new composite whole from fragments of pictures, text, or music.
"the play often verged on montage"

There ya go Pen..............
Michelangelo Scarlotti
2019-05-21 15:39:00 UTC
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More than an opinion, it is my poem.
The poem is my version of a montage in poetry form.
Agree or not... that is what the poem is.
Again, that's your unsupported, unsubstantiated opinion.
1) It's your poem.
2) You believe that it's "a montage in poetry form."
https://www.google.com/search?q=montage+definition&rlz=1C1GCEV_enUS850US850&oq=%22montage%22+&aqs=chrome.1.69i57j0l4j46.6679j1j7&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8
mon·tage
/mänˈtäZH/
noun
the process or technique of selecting, editing, and piecing together separate sections of film to form a continuous whole.
a sequence of film made using the technique of montage.
plural noun: montages
"a dazzling montage of the movie's central banquet scene"
the technique of producing a new composite whole from fragments of pictures, text, or music.
"the play often verged on montage"
There ya go Pen..............
So you're saying that Will has taken a much longer poem, cut several representative passages from it, and pasted them together to form a "montage" of the poem as a whole?

If he will post the complete poem (prior to the "montage" edits), I may be able to accept that.
Will Dockery
2019-05-21 16:31:27 UTC
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https://www.google.com/search?q=montage+definition&rlz=1C1GCEV_enUS850US850&oq=%22montage%22+&aqs=chrome.1.69i57j0l4j46.6679j1j7&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8
mon·tage
/mänˈtäZH/
noun
the process or technique of selecting, editing, and piecing together separate sections of film to form a continuous whole.
a sequence of film made using the technique of montage.
plural noun: montages
"a dazzling montage of the movie's central banquet scene"
the technique of producing a new composite whole from fragments of pictures, text, or music.
"the play often verged on montage"
So you're saying that Will has taken a much longer poem
No, the poem uses montage effects.
Michelangelo Scarlotti
2019-05-21 17:22:33 UTC
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https://www.google.com/search?q=montage+definition&rlz=1C1GCEV_enUS850US850&oq=%22montage%22+&aqs=chrome.1.69i57j0l4j46.6679j1j7&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8
mon·tage
/mänˈtäZH/
noun
the process or technique of selecting, editing, and piecing together separate sections of film to form a continuous whole.
a sequence of film made using the technique of montage.
plural noun: montages
"a dazzling montage of the movie's central banquet scene"
the technique of producing a new composite whole from fragments of pictures, text, or music.
"the play often verged on montage"
So you're saying that Will has taken a much longer poem
No, the poem uses montage effects.
So Lady Bunny's copied-and-pasted definition doesn't apply. Go figure.
Zod
2019-05-22 03:30:09 UTC
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https://www.google.com/search?q=montage+definition&rlz=1C1GCEV_enUS850US850&oq=%22montage%22+&aqs=chrome.1.69i57j0l4j46.6679j1j7&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8
mon·tage
/mänˈtäZH/
noun
the process or technique of selecting, editing, and piecing together separate sections of film to form a continuous whole.
a sequence of film made using the technique of montage.
plural noun: montages
"a dazzling montage of the movie's central banquet scene"
the technique of producing a new composite whole from fragments of pictures, text, or music.
"the play often verged on montage"
So you're saying that Will has taken a much longer poem
No, the poem uses montage effects.
doesn't apply
Yes it does apply you just like to argue Pendragon....

You know it is really a montage.....
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-22 04:47:11 UTC
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https://www.google.com/search?q=montage+definition&rlz=1C1GCEV_enUS850US850&oq=%22montage%22+&aqs=chrome.1.69i57j0l4j46.6679j1j7&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8
mon·tage
/mänˈtäZH/
noun
the process or technique of selecting, editing, and piecing together separate sections of film to form a continuous whole.
a sequence of film made using the technique of montage.
plural noun: montages
"a dazzling montage of the movie's central banquet scene"
the technique of producing a new composite whole from fragments of pictures, text, or music.
"the play often verged on montage"
So you're saying that Will has taken a much longer poem
No, the poem uses montage effects.
doesn't apply
Yes it does apply you just like to argue Pendragon....
You know it is really a montage.....
No, Lady Bunny, it doesn't.

Try rereading it again.

If you think it still applies, post the original, unedited poem that Will copied representative passages from for "Apple Non-Tage."
Zod
2019-05-23 09:26:58 UTC
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All you have to do is to storyboard your poem into the "montage"
I plan to do this in comix strip form...........
Will Dockery
2019-05-22 06:00:34 UTC
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Try rereading it again
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Okay, it is still a montage in poetry form.

:)
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-22 12:05:33 UTC
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Try rereading it again
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Okay, it is still a montage in poetry form.
It's still two scenes with a transition.


APPLE NON-TAGE

SCENE ONE

FADE IN. ESTABLISHING SHOT of a barn in an apple orchard in late August. A 13-year old boy (MEDIUM LONG SHOT) enters the shot. He runs up to the side of the barn and flattens his body against it as if he is trying to hide from someone. He signals with his hand for a second person to join him.

A girl runs into the shot and presses herself against the barn wall beside him. She is of a similar age. Both are dressed in rustic clothes. The boy peeks around the front of the barn, sees that the coast is clear, runs past the barn doors and disappears around the other side. A moment later the girl follows.

NARRATOR: Sneaking around with Cousin Jenny...

CUT TO the other side of the barn as the girl arrives there (FULL SHOT). She throws herself onto the ground. The boy is already seated on the ground beside her. He rolls up one of his pant legs and pulls out a nearly empty pack of cigarettes. He takes one out, sticks it in his mouth, and passes the pack to the girl who also takes one. The boy lights both of their cigarettes with a match.

NARRATOR: ...smoking menthol behind the sheds.

PAN RIGHT to a shot of the apple trees.

TITLE: Late summer vacation 1973 in the backwoods of Tennessee.

NARRATOR: To the right behind the barn were apple trees.

The camera slowly PANS further RIGHT, revealing the full extent of the orchard. It stretches out as far as the eye can see.

NARRATOR: There were several of those trees and other trees behind them; beyond a field and behind them, other trees.

FADE OUT.


SCENE TWO

FADE IN. FULL SHOT of a crowd of a dozen or so people in the orchard.

PAN LEFT to a MEDIUM LONG SHOT of the boy who is standing a few yards to the side of the crowd.

NARRATOR: Later, I stood near as a crowd...

CUT TO a FULL SHOT of two middle aged men stirring something in a large kettle pot.

NARRATOR: ...watched Pops and my Uncle cooking apple butter;

CUT TO a CLOSE SHOT of some brown gunk boiling in a kettle.

NARRATOR: ...stirring the brown gunk, boiling in a huge black kettle.

TILT UP/DOLLY OUT to a MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT of the two men. The man on the right turns slightly away from the camera as he reaches into his jacket and removes a small object.

The man on the left turns his back to the camera as he takes the object from the man on the right.

NARRATOR: I saw my father secretly pass a wine bottle to my Uncle Clarence.

CUT TO a MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT of the boy.

NARRATOR: I went from breathing cold mist out back behind the barn, to breathing the hot misty steam.

TILT UP/DOLLY OUT to a LONG SHOT of the orchard.

NARRATOR: The air smelled of apple fumes and strong booze.

FADE OUT


There you go. Two scenes and a transition.

Where's the montage?
Will Dockery
2019-05-23 00:58:53 UTC
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Apple Montage is a poem using montage effects.

Get it yet?

:)
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2019-05-23 01:04:29 UTC
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Apple Montage is a poem using montage effects.
Get it yet?
:)
No one gets it stupid. Because you are wrong.
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2019-05-23 01:21:25 UTC
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Apple Montage is a poem using montage effects.
Get it yet?
We're already aware you're an incoherent douchebag. Get it yet?
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Will Dockery
2019-05-23 02:53:50 UTC
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I wrote the poem, "Me", and I can assure you I wrote it it as a montage in poetry form.

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Zod
2019-05-23 23:52:01 UTC
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Will Eisner was a master of montage effect in the comic strips....
Zod
2019-05-24 08:26:54 UTC
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Will Eisner was a master of montage effect in the comic strips....


The Spirit By Will Eisner montage
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