Santiago / Will Dockery

[Will Dockery]

Santiago

Late Seventies night
In the Hilton trailer park
Greg Carter in his room
Playing guitar
A song he called "Santiago"
What could be considered
A kind of Latin
Or mellow music.

Quite a few minutes pass
Between three people
In Greg Carter's room
A small room
In a small trailer
In the south side of town.

Somehow somewhere some wah wait
However
Somehow someway whenever
Send around the tailor
Just don't forget the chef.

Get me an appointment
With the guy
You were talking about
Draw all the curtains
Control the underbelly
Of fear that rolls.

-Will Dockery

(Written April 1977 on Greg Carter's electric typewriter)

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Question: What's a wah, and what's a wah wait for?

[Will Dockery]

Half a wah wah pedal, or a broken one.

George Harrison used the wah a lot in his 1970s solo work. Greg Carter played a great cover of "Blackbird" which he planned to take to Hollywood and perform on the Gong Show. He left in spring of 1977 with our girl friend Amy and my copy of Rimbaud's "Season In Hell" and I never saw either of the three again.

And so it goes.

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If the reference was to that particular thing,
then perhaps a capital W would help serve
to identify it as something of importance or
special meaning rather than onomatopoeia,
and 'either of the three' is so wrong it's funny.

[Will Dockery]

I wrote it in 1977 and I liked it as-is. In 2017 I made a typo on it which I would change if I could, I typed an /s/ instead of an /a/.

😀

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Nobody but you cares that you liked it as is,
or that you made a typo. I offered constructive
criticism to help you make your work easier
for people like me who read you to understand.

[Will Dockery]

And I appreciate your help (I really do)... changes you suggested will appear in the next rewrite.

[drive-by]

Post by Will Dockery
Santiago
Late Seventies night
In the Hilton trailer park
Greg Carter in his room
Playing guitar
A song he called "Santiago"
What could be considered
A kind of Latin
Or mellow music.
Quite a few minutes pass
Between three people
In Greg Carter's room
A small room
In a small trailer
In the south side of town.
Somehow somewhere some wah wait
However
Somehow someway whenever
Send around the tailor
Just don't forget the chef.
Get me an appointment
With the guy
You were talking about
Draw all the curtains
Control the underbelly
Of fear that rolls.
-Will Dockery
(Written April 1977 on Greg Carter's electric typewriter)

Enjoyed first/second stanzas seems something was passed around bringing the third and fourth into a hazy crazy summer.....

Jim

[Will Dockery]

Post by drive-by

Post by Will Dockery
Santiago
Late Seventies night
In the Hilton trailer park
Greg Carter in his room
Playing guitar
A song he called "Santiago"
What could be considered
A kind of Latin
Or mellow music.
Quite a few minutes pass
Between three people
In Greg Carter's room
A small room
In a small trailer
In the south side of town.
Somehow somewhere some wah wait
However
Somehow someway whenever
Send around the tailor
Just don't forget the chef.
Get me an appointment
With the guy
You were talking about
Draw all the curtains
Control the underbelly
Of fear that rolls.
-Will Dockery
(Written April 1977 on Greg Carter's electric typewriter)

Enjoyed first/second stanzas seems something was passed around bringing the third and fourth into a hazy crazy summer.....
Jim

I think I see what you mean, Jimmy, the poem drifts a realim to a sort of psychedelic imagery...

[Richard Oakley]

Post by Will Dockery
Santiago
Late Seventies night
In the Hilton trailer park
Greg Carter in his room
Playing guitar
A song he called "Santiago"
What could be considered
A kind of Latin
Or mellow music.
Quite a few minutes pass
Between three people
In Greg Carter's room
A small room
In a small trailer
In the south side of town.
Somehow somewhere some wah wait
However
Somehow someway whenever
Send around the tailor
Just don't forget the chef.
Get me an appointment
With the guy
You were talking about
Draw all the curtains
Control the underbelly
Of fear that rolls.
-Will Dockery
(Written April 1977 on Greg Carter's electric typewriter)

Seems like personal poetry, which is fine.
Perhaps we as writers need to designate
what our current efforts, and/or works are
for?

For instance, most of mine are meant to be serious
efforts. Some though, are responses to my thoughts
on others works or post, that snowball in my mind and
onto the page. Some are of the personal variety, that
without my details added for needed context, are festooned
with reflection you might not understand. Although, I
attempt to make it general enough for one to pour in
their own experience. Sort of, like some of the best
songwriters do...

Rich.

[Will Dockery]

Thanks for reading and commenting, Rich, you give me plenty to mull over here...

Response soon.

)

[Will Dockery]

Post by Richard Oakley

Post by Will Dockery
Santiago
Late Seventies night
In the Hilton trailer park
Greg Carter in his room
Playing guitar
A song he called "Santiago"
What could be considered
A kind of Latin
Or mellow music.
Quite a few minutes pass
Between three people
In Greg Carter's room
A small room
In a small trailer
In the south side of town.
Somehow somewhere some wah wait
However
Somehow someway whenever
Send around the tailor
Just don't forget the chef.
Get me an appointment
With the guy
You were talking about
Draw all the curtains
Control the underbelly
Of fear that rolls.
-Will Dockery
(Written April 1977 on Greg Carter's electric typewriter)

Seems like personal poetry, which is fine.
Perhaps we as writers need to designate
what our current efforts, and/or works are
for?
For instance, most of mine are meant to be serious
efforts. Some though, are responses to my thoughts
on others works or post, that snowball in my mind and
onto the page. Some are of the personal variety, that
without my details added for needed context, are festooned
with reflection you might not understand. Although, I
attempt to make it general enough for one to pour in
their own experience. Sort of, like some of the best
songwriters do...
Rich.

I would say most of my poetry is both serious and personal... my work tends to the autobiographical.

:)

[&]

Post by Will Dockery
Santiago
Late Seventies night In the Hilton trailer park Greg Carter in his
room Playing guitar A song he called "Santiago" What could be
considered A kind of Latin Or mellow music.
Quite a few minutes pass Between three people In Greg Carter's
room A small room In a small trailer In the south side of town.
Somehow somewhere some wah wait However Somehow someway whenever
Send around the tailor Just don't forget the chef.
Get me an appointment With the guy You were talking about Draw all
the curtains Control the underbelly Of fear that rolls.
-Will Dockery
(Written April 1977 on Greg Carter's electric typewriter)

Seems like personal poetry, which is fine. Perhaps we as writers need
to designate what our current efforts, and/or works are for?
For instance, most of mine are meant to be serious efforts. Some
though, are responses to my thoughts on others works or post, that
snowball in my mind and onto the page. Some are of the personal
variety, that without my details added for needed context, are
festooned with reflection you might not understand. Although, I
attempt to make it general enough for one to pour in their own
experience. Sort of, like some of the best songwriters do...

does that explains why so many sound suspiciously like subversive
faggot messages . i win

Rich.

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Post by Will Dockery
Santiago
Late Seventies night
In the Hilton trailer park
Greg Carter in his room
Playing guitar
A song he called "Santiago"
What could be considered
A kind of Latin
Or mellow music.
Quite a few minutes pass
Between three people
In Greg Carter's room
A small room
In a small trailer
In the south side of town.
Somehow somewhere some wah wait
However
Somehow someway whenever
Send around the tailor
Just don't forget the chef.
Get me an appointment
With the guy
You were talking about
Draw all the curtains
Control the underbelly
Of fear that rolls.
-Will Dockery
(Written April 1977 on Greg Carter's electric typewriter)

One just before my time here, adventure did abound....

[Will Dockery]

Thanks for reading and commenting G.J.

:)

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Having a second read.....

Not able to get on here much these days......

[Will-Dockery]

Post by Will Dockery
Santiag
Late Seventies nigh
In the Hilton trailer par
Greg Carter in his roo
Playing guita
A song he called "Santiago
What could be considere
A kind of Lati
Or mellow music
Quite a few minutes pas
Between three peopl
In Greg Carter's roo
A small roo
In a small traile
In the south side of town
Somehow somewhere some wah wai
Howeve
Somehow someway wheneve
Send around the tailo
Just don't forget the chef
Get me an appointmen
With the gu
You were talking abou
Draw all the curtain
Control the underbell
Of fear that rolls
-Will Docker
(Written April 1977 on Greg Carter's electric typewriter

Obscure poem from 1977


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