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Path: ...!weretis.net!feeder9.news.weretis.net!news.nk.ca!rocksolid2!i2pn2.org!.POSTED!not-for-mail From: will.dockery@gmail.com (W.Dockery) Newsgroups: alt.arts.poetry.comments,rec.arts.poems Subject: Re: I Met A Girl / Will Dockery Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2025 23:51:43 +0000 Organization: novaBBS Message-ID: <e74bcce3a5e0cdb53ffbd4a055320044@www.novabbs.com> References: <d277590b-b7a4-4552-9c9b-8bd31d67c058n@googlegroups.com> <BaOcnTfe_K374QL6nZ2dnZfqn_gAAAAA@giganews.com> <ed1246c11b26c282c6238e80aacb04de@www.novabbs.com> <f53ea53efdc8152dc2b4c0fec4705cd8@www.novabbs.com> <2be4d3111792e7366cab3909e2835c30@www.novabbs.com> <60dfaaf54cca2f169f9a2e4825c79784@www.novabbs.com> <7f6758c7e9ca14adb08a11084d70daa3@www.novabbs.com> <7e4a0ff829c727d13a0fe123821fc1a9@www.novabbs.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=utf-8; format=flowed Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Injection-Info: i2pn2.org; logging-data="540032"; mail-complaints-to="usenet@i2pn2.org"; posting-account="Vf9CM7g99yqfGvzEHTw0bhrjcIfvzYBBhUuRma0rLuQ"; User-Agent: Rocksolid Light X-Spam-Checker-Version: SpamAssassin 4.0.0 X-Rslight-Posting-User: acd0b3e3614eaa6f47211734e4cbca3bfd42bebc X-Rslight-Site: $2y$10$5VrBic1wg8UijXGGZkH0k.MZ0Arjkh6n3f22Z7XmIu6IMnrB8kzSy Bytes: 4184 Lines: 85 George J. Dance wrote: > Will Dockery wrote: >> On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 21:14:42 +0000, George J. Dance wrote: >>> On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 18:12:37 +0000, Will Dockery wrote: > >>>>>> Here's the original unedited version so the readers can decide for >>>>>> themselves: >>>>>> >>>>>> *** >>>>>> >>>>>>>>> I Met A Girl >>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>> I met a girl >>>>>>>>> she came from California. >>>>>>>>> It was in a dream >>>>>>>>> we knew each other instantly. >>>>>>>>> She was a little freckled girl >>>>>>>>> from out of >>>>>>>>> my high school past. >>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>> And she looked up at me >>>>>>>>> and talked real spacey. >>>>>>>>> I've forgotten her name >>>>>>>>> though she told it to me twice. >>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>> We talked >>>>>>>>> a really detached situation. >>>>>>>>> She said years ago >>>>>>>>> I was so shy >>>>>>>>> she thought I was gay. >>>>>>>>> At this point I kissed her >>>>>>>>> and put my finger to her hole. >>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>> And she looked up at me >>>>>>>>> and talked real spacey. >>>>>>>>> I have forgotten her name >>>>>>>>> though she told it to me twice. >>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>> I don't know why it was >>>>>>>>> that I would think of her. >>>>>>>>> I made a couple of puns >>>>>>>>> about her name that made me blush. >>>>>>>>> But her softness in tone >>>>>>>>> made me feel all right. >>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>> All I want to do >>>>>>>>> is get in contact. >>>>>>>>> >>>>>>>>> -Will Dockery / May 8 1982 >>>>>> >>>>> >>>>> That's a very strange dream sequence, Will. >>>>> >>>>>> *** >>>>>> >>>>>> This poem was written in 1982, during my time in the Atlanta Georgia New >>>>>> Wave punk rock scene, while also influenced by the earlier Beatnik poets >>>>>> I was reading at the time, such as Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and >>>>>> Charles Bukowski among others. >>>>>> >>>>> It does sound a bit like Bukowski. It actually reminded me most of a >>>>> Bukowski wannabe who used to post here, who shall go nameless. >>>>> >>>>>> Both styles employed a sort of crude swagger in the tone and content >>>>>> which I also used in many of my poems. >>>>>> >>>>>> All apologies to those offended. >>>>>> >>>>>> HTH and HAND. >>>>> >>>>> I can't see why anyone in their right mind would be offended by a dream >>>>> you had more than 40 years ago; but given some of the people nn the >>>>> group these days, it's probably best to cover oneself. >>>> >>>> Harry Lime aka Michael Pendragon is apparently in a tizzy over it >>>> >>> >>> Yes. I noticed him writing about it another thread, writing about this >>> poem, which is what brought me here to check it out in the first place. >>> He was of course misrepresenting it as a real incident, rather than a >>> dream you'd written a poem about, hoping no one would come here to check >>> it. Again, well put, George. 😏