Bird Rhythm / Will Dockery (c&c welcomed)

[Will Dockery]

Springtime and the birds are laughing... here's one of mine from the
1990s about some favorite birds I once knew on a Spring afternoon on
the campus of the Phenix City college where I was waiting on my
beloved of the day:

http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery


Bird Rhythm


Climbling that hill.
Through the side of the campus.
Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.


Like a fractal, everything is connected,
reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
of color of sight and sound.


People of all kinds in and out of the library,
a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.


A giant black ant has come to great me,
he said he thinks that God might be green.
He wanders across this ancient concrete.
I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.


I hear the sounds of people talking,
as they walk on the other side of the tree.
I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
awake, village idiot.


The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
he said just "follow the lighted path."
I want to see you, speak with you,
and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.


Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
this bird is singing avant garde jazz...


Two more in front of me start up,
with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.


-Will Dockery


--
"Black Crow's Brother" by Will Dockery & Gini Woolfolk:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxO1RAYTIFA

[Hieronymous Corey]

Homeless Haints

> Climbling that hill.
> Through the side of the campus.
> Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> of color of sight and sound.
>
> People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> A giant black ant has come to great me,
> he said he thinks that God might be green.
> He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> I hear the sounds of people talking,
> as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> awake, village idiot.
>
> The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> he said just "follow the lighted path."
> I want to see you, speak with you,
> and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> Two more in front of me start up,
> with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> -Will Dockery
>

[Will Dockery]

On Mar 22, 7:16 pm, Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com>
wrote:
>
> Homeless Haints
>
> Climbling that hill.
> > Through the side of the campus.
> > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > awake, village idiot.
>
> > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > Two more in front of me start up,
> > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > -Will Dockery

Not that bad of a title, really... with your permission I may keep it.

--
Ashes to Justice / Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzwD5-UI0p4

[Will Dockery]

Hieronymous Corey wrote:
>Will Dockery wrote:
>> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>> >Will Dockery wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > Bird Rhythm
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > Climbling that hill.
> > > > > > > > > > > > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > > > > > > > > > > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been
> > > > > > > > > > > > > there
> > > > > > > > > > > > > before.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > > > > > > > > > > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's
> > > > > > > > > > > > > image,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > > > > > > > > > > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get
> > > > > > > > > > > > > through.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > > > > > > > > > > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > > > > > > > > > > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > > > > > > > > > > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some
> > > > > > > > > > > > > past
> > > > > > > > > > > > > time.
> > > > > > > > > > > > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist
> > > > > > > > > > > > > clouds,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I
> > > > > > > > > > > > > feel
> > > > > > > > > > > > > like I am
> > > > > > > > > > > > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > > > > > > > > > > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your
> > > > > > > > > > > > > runes.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC
> > > > > > > > > > > > > library,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of
> > > > > > > > > > > > > the
> > > > > > > > > > > > > highway,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > > > > > > > > > > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging
> > > > > > > > > > > > > lady.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > -Will Dockery

<snip>

> > I didn't thank you then, but thanks now for the feedback.
>
> That's why I called you

<snip!>

And that's why I say you can dish it out but you can't take it.

--
Ashes to Justice / Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzwD5-UI0p4

[Hieronymous Corey]

On Mar 24, 12:43 pm, "Will Dockery" <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> Hieronymous Corey wrote:
> >Will Dockery wrote:
> >> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> >> >Will Dockery  wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > Bird Rhythm
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > Climbling that hill.
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > there
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > before.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > image,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > through.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > past
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > time.
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > clouds,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > feel
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > like I am
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > runes.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > library,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > the
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > highway,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > lady.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > > -Will Dockery
>
> <snip>
>
> > > I didn't thank you then, but thanks now for the feedback.
>
> > That's why I called you
>
> <snip!>
>
> And that's why I say you can dish it out but you can't take it.

Looks like you're the one who can't take it. That's why you felt you
had to "<snip!>" censor the word BITCH, bitch.

[Hieronymous Corey]

On Mar 23, 2:53 pm, Will Dockery <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> On Mar 22, 7:16 pm, Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com>
> wrote:
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> > Homeless Haints
>
> > Climbling that hill.
> > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > > -Will Dockery
>
> Not that bad of a title, really... with your permission I may keep it.

That's the neat thing about titles: You don't need my fucking
permission.

[Will Dockery]

On Mar 23, 3:16 pm, Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com>
wrote:
> On Mar 23, 2:53 pm, Will Dockery <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > > Homeless Haints
>
> > > Climbling that hill.
> > > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> > > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> > > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> > > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > > > -Will Dockery
>
> > Not that bad of a title, really... with your permission I may keep it.
>
> That's the neat thing about titles:  You don't need my fucking
> permission.

I know, but that's just the way I am... I believe in giving credit
where due, whether it is legally required or not.

--
Ashes to Justice / Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzwD5-UI0p4

[Hieronymous Corey]

On Mar 23, 3:00 pm, Will Dockery <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> On Mar 23, 3:16 pm, Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com>
> wrote:
>
>
>
>
>
> > On Mar 23, 2:53 pm, Will Dockery <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > > > Homeless Haints
>
> > > > Climbling that hill.
> > > > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> > > > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > > > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > > > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > > > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > > > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> > > > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > > > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > > > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> > > > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > > > > -Will Dockery
>
> > > Not that bad of a title, really... with your permission I may keep it.
>
> > That's the neat thing about titles:  You don't need my fucking
> > permission.
>
> I know, but that's just the way I am... I believe in giving credit
> where due, whether it is legally required or not.
>
> --
> Ashes to Justice / Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzwD5-UI0p4- Hide quoted text -
>
> - Show quoted text -

You can't. I stole the title from somewhere else, so you can't give
credit to me.

[Hieronymous Corey]

On Mar 23, 4:01 pm, Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com>
wrote:
> On Mar 23, 3:00 pm, Will Dockery <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
>
>
>
>
> > On Mar 23, 3:16 pm, Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com>
> > wrote:
>
> > > On Mar 23, 2:53 pm, Will Dockery <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > > > > Homeless Haints
>
> > > > > Climbling that hill.
> > > > > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > > > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> > > > > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > > > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > > > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > > > > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > > > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > > > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > > > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > > > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > > > > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > > > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > > > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > > > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > > > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > > > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > > > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > > > > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > > > > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > > > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> > > > > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > > > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > > > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > > > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > > > > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > > > > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> > > > > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > > > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > > > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > > > > > -Will Dockery
>
> > > > Not that bad of a title, really... with your permission I may keep it.
>
> > > That's the neat thing about titles:  You don't need my fucking
> > > permission.
>
> > I know, but that's just the way I am... I believe in giving credit
> > where due, whether it is legally required or not.
>
> > --
> > Ashes to Justice / Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzwD5-UI0p4-Hide quoted text -
>
> > - Show quoted text -
>
> You can't.  I stole the title from somewhere else, so you can't give
> credit to me.-

http://homelesshaints.blogspot.com/

[Will Dockery]

Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>Will Dockery wrote:
>> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>> >Will Dockery wrote:
>
> > > > > > > >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > > > > > > > Bird Rhythm
>
> > > > > > > > Climbling that hill.
> > > > > > > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > > > > > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there
> > > > > > > > before.
>
> > > > > > > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > > > > > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > > > > > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > > > > > > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > > > > > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > > > > > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > > > > > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > > > > > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > > > > > > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > > > > > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > > > > > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > > > > > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > > > > > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > > > > > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > > > > > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > > > > > > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > > > > > > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > > > > > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I
> > > > > > > > am
> > > > > > > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > > > > > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > > > > > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > > > > > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > > > > > > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > > > > > > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the
> > > > > > > > highway,
> > > > > > > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > > > > > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > > > > > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > > > > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > > > > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > > > > > > > -Will Dockery
>
> > > > > > <pointless discussion snipped>
>
> > > > > > > > And that's why I say you can dish it out but you can't take
> > > > > > > > it.
>
> > > > > > > Looks like you're the one who
>
> > > > > > <snip>
>
> > > > > > You're the one who has the meltdowns and has to resort to name
> > > > > > calling
> > > > > > and threats of violence.
>
> > > > <more insults & name calling snipped>
>
> > > > > If you want to feel threatened by text,
> > > > > feel threatened by text
>
> > > > That's why I called them *fantasy* threats of violence, and of
> > > > course
> > > > you're back on the name-calling already with this thread.
>
> > > What the fuck is your problem?
>
> > Not at thing, but you sure seem to have a problem with me... I think
> > it is jealousy, as you once confessed?
>
> You flatter yourself too much.

Not at all. This qusetion is based on a statement you made to me recently
during one of your usual mood swings:

http://www.nntpnews.info/threads/19238374-Send-Betty-a-Poem-in-April

Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:

> Thanks. I thought that's what you meant, but it looked so different I
> wasn't quite sure. It wasn't in my dictionary, so I figured I'd ask.
> I could be wrong, but I don't think that's what Ted was calling an
> obscenity. The obscenity, as I see it, is that you have to go back so
> far to find a decent review of your material to promote yourself
> with. I may not be your biggest fan, but I think you deserve a
> Hell of a lot better than that. I know you think I hate your poetry,
> and basically I do, as "poetry", but that's probably just a jealousy
> thing. I see myself more as a 'poet' than you, but only to define and
> limit myself to that so that I have a definition to call my own. I
> see you as so much more than that; things I'm not and can't be, so I
> get jealous. I hope Doo-Nanny burns up at night.

I don't deal in self-flattery, I just do what I do & will continue to... for
the long haul.

--
"Twilight Girl" / Will Dockery & Henry Conley:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYETTK16jQI

[Hieronymous Corey]

On Mar 25, 10:27 am, "Will Dockery" <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> >Will Dockery wrote:
> >> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> >> >Will Dockery  wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > > > > > > > > Bird Rhythm
>
> > > > > > > > > Climbling that hill.
> > > > > > > > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > > > > > > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there
> > > > > > > > > before.
>
> > > > > > > > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > > > > > > > reading the words of God in natmure, and icons.
> > > > > > > > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > > > > > > > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > > > > > > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > > > > > > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > > > > > > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > > > > > > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > > > > > > > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > > > > > > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > > > > > > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > > > > > > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > > > > > > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > > > > > > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > > > > > > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > > > > > > > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > > > > > > > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > > > > > > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I
> > > > > > > > > am
> > > > > > > > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > > > > > > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > > > > > > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > > > > > > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > > > > > > > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > > > > > > > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the
> > > > > > > > > highway,
> > > > > > > > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > > > > > > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > > > > > > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > > > > > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > > > > > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > > > > > > > > -Will Dockery
>
> > > > > > > <pointless discussion snipped>
>
> > > > > > > > > And that's why I say you can dish it out but you can't take
> > > > > > > > > it.
>
> > > > > > > > Looks like you're the one who
>
> > > > > > > <snip>
>
> > > > > > > You're the one who has the meltdowns and has to resort to name
> > > > > > > calling
> > > > > > > and threats of violence.
>
> > > > > <more insults & name calling snipped>
>
> > > > > > If you want to feel threatened by text,
> > > > > > feel threatened by text
>
> > > > > That's why I called them *fantasy* threats of violence, and of
> > > > > course
> > > > > you're back on the name-calling already with this thread.
>
> > > > What the fuck is your problem?
>
> > > Not at thing, but you sure seem to have a problem with me... I think
> > > it is jealousy, as you once confessed?
>
> > You flatter yourself too much.
>
> Not at all. This qusetion is based on a statement you made to me recently
> during one of your usual mood swings:
>
> http://www.nntpnews.info/threads/19238374-Send-Betty-a-Poem-in-April
>
> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> > Thanks. I thought that's what you meant, but it looked so different I
> > wasn't quite sure. It wasn't in my dictionary, so I figured I'd ask.
> > I could be wrong, but I don't think that's what Ted was calling an
> > obscenity. The obscenity, as I see it, is that you have to go back so
> > far to find a decent review of your material to promote yourself
> > with. I may not be your biggest fan, but I think you deserve a
> > Hell of a lot better than that. I know you think I hate your poetry,
> > and basically I do, as "poetry", but that's probably just a jealousy
> > thing. I see myself more as a 'poet' than you, but only to define and
> > limit myself to that so that I have a definition to call my own. I
> > see you as so much more than that; things I'm not and can't be, so I
> > get jealous. I hope Doo-Nanny burns up at night.
>
> I don't deal in self-flattery, I just do what I do & will continue to... for
> the long haul.
>
> --
> "Twilight Girl" / Will Dockery & Henry Conley:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYETTK16jQI

moron.

[Will Dockery]

Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>Will Dockery wrote:
>> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>> >Will Dockery  wrote:
>
>>> > > http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
>>> > > Bird Rhythm
>
>>> > > Climbling that hill.
>>> > > Through the side of the campus.
>>> > > Queenie climbs that hill often,
>>> > > I've never been there before.
>
>>> > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
>>> > > reading the words of God in natmure, and icons.
>>> > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
>>> > > of color of sight and sound.
>
>>> > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
>>> > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
>>> > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
>>>> > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
>>>> > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
>>>> > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
>>>> > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
>>>> > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
>>>> > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
>>>> > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
>>>> > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
>>>> > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
>>>> > > awake, village idiot.
>
>>>> > > The light falls down on this page as I write,
>>> > >> I feel like I am
>>> > >> the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
>>>> > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
>>>> > > I want to see you, speak with you,
>>> > >> and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
>>> > >> Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
>>>>> > as I have seen before,
>>>>> > clover runes on the side of the highway,
>>> > >> letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
>>>> > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
>>> > >> this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
>>> > > > Two more in front of me start up,
>>> > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
>>> > > > -Will Dockery

<pointless discussion snipped>

> > > > > What the fuck is your problem?
>
> > > > Not at thing, but you sure seem to have a problem with me... I think
> > > > it is jealousy, as you once confessed?
>
> > > You flatter yourself too much.
>
> > Not at all. This qusetion is based on a statement you made to me recently
> > during one of your usual mood swings:
>
> >http://www.nntpnews.info/threads/19238374-Send-Betty-a-Poem-in-April
>
> > Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> > > Thanks. I thought that's what you meant, but it looked so different I
> > > wasn't quite sure. It wasn't in my dictionary, so I figured I'd ask.
> > > I could be wrong, but I don't think that's what Ted was calling an
> > > obscenity. The obscenity, as I see it, is that you have to go back so
> > > far to find a decent review of your material to promote yourself
> > > with. I may not be your biggest fan, but I think you deserve a
> > > Hell of a lot better than that. I know you think I hate your poetry,
> > > and basically I do, as "poetry", but that's probably just a jealousy
> > > thing. I see myself more as a 'poet' than you, but only to define and
> > > limit myself to that so that I have a definition to call my own. I
> > > see you as so much more than that; things I'm not and can't be, so I
> > > get jealous. I hope Doo-Nanny burns up at night.
>
> > I don't deal in self-flattery, I just do what I do & will continue to... for
> > the long haul.
>
> moron.

At a loss for words again, eh, pal?

--
"Twilight Girl" / Will Dockery & Henry Conley:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYETTK16jQI

[Hieronymous Corey]

On Mar 25, 2:53 pm, Will Dockery <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> >Will Dockery wrote:
> >> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> >> >Will Dockery  wrote:
>
> >>> > >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> >>> > > Bird Rhythm
>
> >>> > > Climbling that hill.
> >>> > > Through the side of the campus.
> >>> > > Queenie climbs that hill often,
> >>> > > I've never been there before.
>
> >>> > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> >>> > > reading the words of God in natmure, and icons.
> >>> > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> >>> > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> >>> > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> >>> > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> >>> > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> >>>> > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> >>>> > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> >>>> > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> >>>> > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> >>>> > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> >>>> > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> >>>> > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> >>>> > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> >>>> > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> >>>> > > awake, village idiot.
>
> >>>> > > The light falls down on this page as I write,
> >>> > >> I feel like I am
> >>> > >> the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> >>>> > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> >>>> > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> >>> > >> and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> >>> > >> Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> >>>>> > as I have seen before,
> >>>>> > clover runes on the side of the highway,
> >>> > >> letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> >>>> > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> >>> > >> this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> >>> > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> >>> > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> >>> > > > -Will Dockery
>
> <pointless discussion snipped>
>
>
>
>
>
> > > > > > What the fuck is your problem?
>
> > > > > Not at thing, but you sure seem to have a problem with me... I think
> > > > > it is jealousy, as you once confessed?
>
> > > > You flatter yourself too much.
>
> > > Not at all. This qusetion is based on a statement you made to me recently
> > > during one of your usual mood swings:
>
> > >http://www.nntpnews.info/threads/19238374-Send-Betty-a-Poem-in-April
>
> > > Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> > > > Thanks. I thought that's what you meant, but it looked so different I
> > > > wasn't quite sure. It wasn't in my dictionary, so I figured I'd ask.
> > > > I could be wrong, but I don't think that's what Ted was calling an
> > > > obscenity. The obscenity, as I see it, is that you have to go back so
> > > > far to find a decent review of your material to promote yourself
> > > > with. I may not be your biggest fan, but I think you deserve a
> > > > Hell of a lot better than that. I know you think I hate your poetry,
> > > > and basically I do, as "poetry", but that's probably just a jealousy
> > > > thing. I see myself more as a 'poet' than you, but only to define and
> > > > limit myself to that so that I have a definition to call my own. I
> > > > see you as so much more than that; things I'm not and can't be, so I
> > > > get jealous. I hope Doo-Nanny burns up at night.
>
> > > I don't deal in self-flattery, I just do what I do & will continue to... for
> > > the long haul.
>
> > moron.
>
> At a loss for words again, eh, pal?

If I was your friend, you wouldn't feel the need to keep calling me
"pal"; our friendship would be understood. If I was your friend, it
wouldn't matter what I call you, bitch, dickwad, whatever, because
you'd know it was meant with humor and love. You are a moron, but I
mean that in the nicest, most lovingly instructive way imaginable, if
you can imagine that, which I doubt, because you're a moron.

[Will Dockery]

Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>Will Dockery wrote:
>> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>> >Will Dockery  wrote:
>
> > >>> > >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > >>> > > Bird Rhythm
>
> > >>> > > Climbling that hill.
> > >>> > > Through the side of the campus.
> > >>> > > Queenie climbs that hill often,
> > >>> > > I've never been there before.
>
> > >>> > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > >>> > > reading the words of God in natmure, and icons.
> > >>> > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > >>> > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > >>> > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > >>> > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > >>> > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > >>>> > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > >>>> > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > >>>> > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > >>>> > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > >>>> > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > >>>> > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > >>>> > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > >>>> > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > >>>> > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > >>>> > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > >>>> > > The light falls down on this page as I write,
> > >>> > >> I feel like I am
> > >>> > >> the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > >>>> > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > >>>> > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > >>> > >> and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > >>> > >> Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > >>>>> > as I have seen before,
> > >>>>> > clover runes on the side of the highway,
> > >>> > >> letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > >>>> > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > >>> > >> this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > >>> > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > >>> > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > >>> > > > -Will Dockery

<pointless discussion snipped>

> > > >http://www.nntpnews.info/threads/19238374-Send-Betty-a-Poem-in-April
>
> > > > Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> > > > > Thanks. I thought that's what you meant, but it looked so different I
> > > > > wasn't quite sure. It wasn't in my dictionary, so I figured I'd ask.
> > > > > I could be wrong, but I don't think that's what Ted was calling an
> > > > > obscenity. The obscenity, as I see it, is that you have to go back so
> > > > > far to find a decent review of your material to promote yourself
> > > > > with. I may not be your biggest fan, but I think you deserve a
> > > > > Hell of a lot better than that. I know you think I hate your poetry,
> > > > > and basically I do, as "poetry", but that's probably just a jealousy
> > > > > thing. I see myself more as a 'poet' than you, but only to define and
> > > > > limit myself to that so that I have a definition to call my own. I
> > > > > see you as so much more than that; things I'm not and can't be, so I
> > > > > get jealous. I hope Doo-Nanny burns up at night.

<more insults snipped>

> If I was your friend, you wouldn't feel the need to keep calling me
> "pal"; our friendship would be understood.  If I was your friend, it
> wouldn't matter what I call you

Sure it would.

As a matter of fact, since I do consider you a friend you'll note that
the strongest, or closest thing to an insult I've even directed at you
was comparing you to Tom Bishop, which isn't really an insult but
rather a comparison to someone who was also my friend.

--
Shadowville All-Stars at Doo-Nanny 2011:
http://www.facebook.com/#!/event.php?eid=153228701400838

[Will Dockery]

Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>Will Dockery wrote:
>
> http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> Bird Rhythm
>
> Climbling that hill.
> Through the side of the campus.
> Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> of color of sight and sound.
>
> People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> A giant black ant has come to great me,
> he said he thinks that God might be green.
> He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> I hear the sounds of people talking,
> as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> awake, village idiot.
>
> The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> he said just "follow the lighted path."
> I want to see you, speak with you,
> and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> Two more in front of me start up,
> with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> -Will Dockery

<snip for focus>

> > I know, but that's just the way I am... I believe in giving credit
> > where due, whether it is legally required or not.
>
> You can't. I stole the title from somewhere else, so you can't give
> credit to me.

In that case I don't like it quite as much.

--
Ashes to Justice / Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzwD5-UI0p4

[Hieronymous Corey]

On Mar 24, 3:49 am, Will Dockery <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> >Will Dockery  wrote:
>
> >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > Bird Rhythm
>
> > Climbling that hill.
> > Through the side of the campus.
> > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > awake, village idiot.
>
> > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > Two more in front of me start up,
> > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > -Will Dockery
>
> <snip for focus>
>
> > > I know, but that's just the way I am... I believe in giving credit
> > > where due, whether it is legally required or not.
>
> > You can't.  I stole the title from somewhere else, so you can't give
> > credit to me.
>
> In that case I don't like it quite as much.

LOL!! You should like it MORE!! Read the link to the Homeless Haints
blog. Good writing there. The title fits your poem well, and
compliments the writer of that blog whether he ever finds out that you
used his title or not.

[Will Dockery]

Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>Will Dockery  wrote:
>
> > >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > > Bird Rhythm
>
> > > Climbling that hill.
> > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > > -Will Dockery
>
> > <snip for focus>
>
> > > > I know, but that's just the way I am... I believe in giving credit
> > > > where due, whether it is legally required or not.
>
> > > You can't.  I stole the title from somewhere else, so you can't give
> > > credit to me.
>
> > In that case I don't like it quite as much.
>
> LOL!!  You should like it MORE!!  Read the link to the Homeless Haints
> blog.  Good writing there.  The title fits your poem well, and
> compliments the writer of that blog whether he ever finds out that you
> used his title or not.

I'm not interested in stealing, though.

--
Ashes to Justice / Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzwD5-UI0p4

[Hieronymous Corey]

On Mar 24, 4:20 am, Will Dockery <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> >Will Dockery  wrote:
>
> > > >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > > > Bird Rhythm
>
> > > > Climbling that hill.
> > > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> > > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> > > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> > > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > > > -Will Dockery
>
> > > <snip for focus>
>
> > > > > I know, but that's just the way I am... I believe in giving credit
> > > > > where due, whether it is legally required or not.
>
> > > > You can't.  I stole the title from somewhere else, so you can't give
> > > > credit to me.
>
> > > In that case I don't like it quite as much.
>
> > LOL!!  You should like it MORE!!  Read the link to the Homeless Haints
> > blog.  Good writing there.  The title fits your poem well, and
> > compliments the writer of that blog whether he ever finds out that you
> > used his title or not.
>
> I'm not interested in stealing, though.

It's a title. It's not stealing. If it was really stealing, it would
be illegal, a violation of copying rights, right?

[Will Dockery]

On Mar 24, 5:46 am, Hieronymous Corey wrote:
> On Mar 24, 4:20 am, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> > >Will Dockery  wrote:
>
> > > > >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > > > > Bird Rhythm
>
> > > > > Climbling that hill.
> > > > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> > > > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > > > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > > > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > > > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > > > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> > > > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > > > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > > > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> > > > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > > > > -Will Dockery
>
> > > > <snip for focus>
>
> > > > > > I know, but that's just the way I am... I believe in giving credit
> > > > > > where due, whether it is legally required or not.
>
> > > > > You can't.  I stole the title from somewhere else, so you can't give
> > > > > credit to me.
>
> > > > In that case I don't like it quite as much.
>
> > > LOL!!  You should like it MORE!!  Read the link to the Homeless Haints
> > > blog.  Good writing there.  The title fits your poem well, and
> > > compliments the writer of that blog whether he ever finds out that you
> > > used his title or not.
>
> > I'm not interested in stealing, though.
>
> It's a title.  It's not stealing.  If it was really stealing, it would
> be illegal, a violation of copying rights, right?

Well you were the one who wrote "I stole the title from somewhere
else..."

--
Shadowville All-Stars at Doo-Nanny 2011:
http://www.facebook.com/#!/event.php?eid=153228701400838

[Hieronymous Corey]

On Mar 24, 10:48 am, Will Dockery <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> On Mar 24, 5:46 am, Hieronymous Corey wrote:
>
>
>
>
>
> > On Mar 24, 4:20 am, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> > > >Will Dockery  wrote:
>
> > > > > >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > > > > > Bird Rhythm
>
> > > > > > Climbling that hill.
> > > > > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > > > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> > > > > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > > > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > > > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > > > > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > > > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > > > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > > > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > > > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > > > > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > > > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > > > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > > > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > > > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > > > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > > > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > > > > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > > > > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > > > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> > > > > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > > > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > > > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > > > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > > > > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > > > > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> > > > > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > > > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > > > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > > > > > -Will Dockery
>
> > > > > <snip for focus>
>
> > > > > > > I know, but that's just the way I am... I believe in giving credit
> > > > > > > where due, whether it is legally required or not.
>
> > > > > > You can't.  I stole the title from somewhere else, so you can't give
> > > > > > credit to me.
>
> > > > > In that case I don't like it quite as much.
>
> > > > LOL!!  You should like it MORE!!  Read the link to the Homeless Haints
> > > > blog.  Good writing there.  The title fits your poem well, and
> > > > compliments the writer of that blog whether he ever finds out that you
> > > > used his title or not.
>
> > > I'm not interested in stealing, though.
>
> > It's a title.  It's not stealing.  If it was really stealing, it would
> > be illegal, a violation of copying rights, right?
>
> Well you were the one who wrote "I stole the title from somewhere
> else..."

I also stole a nap while you weren't looking, and stole my wife's
heart decades ago. There is no ethical or legal violation to your
using the title. Of course, you don't have to do anything you don't
want to do.

[Will Dockery]

Hieronymous Corey wrote:
>Will Dockery wrote:
>> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> > >Will Dockery  wrote:
>
> > > > > > >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > > > > > > Bird Rhythm
>
> > > > > > > Climbling that hill.
> > > > > > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > > > > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> > > > > > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > > > > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > > > > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > > > > > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > > > > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > > > > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > > > > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > > > > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > > > > > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > > > > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > > > > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > > > > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > > > > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > > > > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > > > > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > > > > > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > > > > > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > > > > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> > > > > > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > > > > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > > > > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > > > > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > > > > > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > > > > > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> > > > > > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > > > > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > > > > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > > > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > > > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > > > > > > -Will Dockery
>
> > > > > > <snip for focus>
>
> > > > > > > > I know, but that's just the way I am... I believe in giving credit
> > > > > > > > where due, whether it is legally required or not.
>
> > > > > > > You can't.  I stole the title from somewhere else, so you can't give
> > > > > > > credit to me.
>
> > > > > > In that case I don't like it quite as much.
>
> > > > > LOL!!  You should like it MORE!!  Read the link to the Homeless Haints
> > > > > blog.  Good writing there.  The title fits your poem well, and
> > > > > compliments the writer of that blog whether he ever finds out that you
> > > > > used his title or not.
>
> > > > I'm not interested in stealing, though.
>
> > > It's a title.  It's not stealing.  If it was really stealing, it would
> > > be illegal, a violation of copying rights, right?
>
> > Well you were the one who wrote "I stole the title from somewhere
> > else..."
>
> I also stole a nap while you weren't looking, and stole my wife's
> heart decades ago.  There is no ethical or legal violation to your
> using the title.  

I understand all that, really, I do.

> Of course, you don't have to do anything you don't
> want to do.

Yeah, well "haints" is an important word in my "mythos", as it was a
term my grandfather used, but I might see tinkering with "homeless",
since for one thing I already have "Little Homeless Clown".

--
Shadowville All-Stars at Doo-Nanny 2011:
http://www.facebook.com/#!/event.php?eid=153228701400838

[Hieronymous Corey]

On Mar 24, 11:16 am, Will Dockery <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> Hieronymous Corey wrote:
> >Will Dockery wrote:
> >> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> > > >Will Dockery  wrote:
>
> > > > > > > >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > > > > > > > Bird Rhythm
>
> > > > > > > > Climbling that hill.
> > > > > > > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > > > > > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> > > > > > > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > > > > > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > > > > > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > > > > > > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > > > > > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > > > > > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > > > > > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > > > > > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > > > > > > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > > > > > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > > > > > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > > > > > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > > > > > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > > > > > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > > > > > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > > > > > > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > > > > > > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > > > > > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> > > > > > > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > > > > > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > > > > > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > > > > > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > > > > > > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > > > > > > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> > > > > > > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > > > > > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > > > > > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > > > > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > > > > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > > > > > > > -Will Dockery
>
> > > > > > > <snip for focus>
>
> > > > > > > > > I know, but that's just the way I am... I believe in giving credit
> > > > > > > > > where due, whether it is legally required or not.
>
> > > > > > > > You can't.  I stole the title from somewhere else, so you can't give
> > > > > > > > credit to me.
>
> > > > > > > In that case I don't like it quite as much.
>
> > > > > > LOL!!  You should like it MORE!!  Read the link to the Homeless Haints
> > > > > > blog.  Good writing there.  The title fits your poem well, and
> > > > > > compliments the writer of that blog whether he ever finds out that you
> > > > > > used his title or not.
>
> > > > > I'm not interested in stealing, though.
>
> > > > It's a title.  It's not stealing.  If it was really stealing, it would
> > > > be illegal, a violation of copying rights, right?
>
> > > Well you were the one who wrote "I stole the title from somewhere
> > > else..."
>
> > I also stole a nap while you weren't looking, and stole my wife's
> > heart decades ago.  There is no ethical or legal violation to your
> > using the title.  
>
> I understand all that, really, I do.
>
> > Of course, you don't have to do anything you don't
> > want to do.
>
> Yeah, well "haints" is an important word in my "mythos", as it was a
> term my grandfather used, but I might see tinkering with "homeless",
> since for one thing I already have "Little Homeless Clown".

That's exactly what should make it all the more valuable to you in
terms of associating different pieces of your work one to another; it
draws from different sources. It encourages readers/listeners to make
connections to and between your work they might otherwise not have
made.

[Will Dockery]

Hieronymous Corey wrote:
>Will Dockery wrote:
>> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> > >Will Dockery  wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > > > > > > > > Bird Rhythm
>
> > > > > > > > > Climbling that hill.
> > > > > > > > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > > > > > > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> > > > > > > > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > > > > > > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > > > > > > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > > > > > > > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > > > > > > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > > > > > > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > > > > > > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > > > > > > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > > > > > > > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > > > > > > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > > > > > > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > > > > > > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > > > > > > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > > > > > > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > > > > > > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > > > > > > > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > > > > > > > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > > > > > > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> > > > > > > > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > > > > > > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > > > > > > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > > > > > > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > > > > > > > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > > > > > > > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> > > > > > > > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > > > > > > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > > > > > > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > > > > > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > > > > > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > > > > > > > > -Will Dockery
>
> > > > > > > > <snip for focus>
>
> > > > > > > > > > I know, but that's just the way I am... I believe in giving credit
> > > > > > > > > > where due, whether it is legally required or not.
>
> > > > > > > > > You can't.  I stole the title from somewhere else, so you can't give
> > > > > > > > > credit to me.
>
> > > > > > > > In that case I don't like it quite as much.
>
> > > > > > > LOL!!  You should like it MORE!!  Read the link to the Homeless Haints
> > > > > > > blog.  Good writing there.  The title fits your poem well, and
> > > > > > > compliments the writer of that blog whether he ever finds out that you
> > > > > > > used his title or not.
>
> > > > > > I'm not interested in stealing, though.
>
> > > > > It's a title.  It's not stealing.  If it was really stealing, it would
> > > > > be illegal, a violation of copying rights, right?
>
> > > > Well you were the one who wrote "I stole the title from somewhere
> > > > else..."
>
> > > I also stole a nap while you weren't looking, and stole my wife's
> > > heart decades ago.  There is no ethical or legal violation to your
> > > using the title.  
>
> > I understand all that, really, I do.
>
> > > Of course, you don't have to do anything you don't
> > > want to do.
>
> > Yeah, well "haints" is an important word in my "mythos", as it was a
> > term my grandfather used, but I might see tinkering with "homeless",
> > since for one thing I already have "Little Homeless Clown".
>
> That's exactly what should make it all the more valuable to you in
> terms of associating different pieces of your work one to another; it
> draws from different sources.  It encourages readers/listeners to make
> connections to and between your work they might otherwise not have
> made.

Yes, I can see that aspect...

--
Shadowville All-Stars at Doo-Nanny 2011:
http://www.facebook.com/#!/event.php?eid=153228701400838

[Hieronymous Corey]

On Mar 24, 11:43 am, Will Dockery <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> Hieronymous Corey wrote:
> >Will Dockery wrote:
> >> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> > > >Will Dockery  wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > > > > > > > > > Bird Rhythm
>
> > > > > > > > > > Climbling that hill.
> > > > > > > > > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > > > > > > > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> > > > > > > > > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > > > > > > > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > > > > > > > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > > > > > > > > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > > > > > > > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > > > > > > > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > > > > > > > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > > > > > > > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > > > > > > > > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > > > > > > > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > > > > > > > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > > > > > > > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > > > > > > > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > > > > > > > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > > > > > > > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > > > > > > > > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > > > > > > > > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > > > > > > > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> > > > > > > > > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > > > > > > > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > > > > > > > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > > > > > > > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > > > > > > > > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > > > > > > > > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> > > > > > > > > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > > > > > > > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > > > > > > > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > > > > > > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > > > > > > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > > > > > > > > > -Will Dockery
>
> > > > > > > > > <snip for focus>
>
> > > > > > > > > > > I know, but that's just the way I am... I believe in giving credit
> > > > > > > > > > > where due, whether it is legally required or not.
>
> > > > > > > > > > You can't.  I stole the title from somewhere else, so you can't give
> > > > > > > > > > credit to me.
>
> > > > > > > > > In that case I don't like it quite as much.
>
> > > > > > > > LOL!!  You should like it MORE!!  Read the link to the Homeless Haints
> > > > > > > > blog.  Good writing there.  The title fits your poem well, and
> > > > > > > > compliments the writer of that blog whether he ever finds out that you
> > > > > > > > used his title or not.
>
> > > > > > > I'm not interested in stealing, though.
>
> > > > > > It's a title.  It's not stealing.  If it was really stealing, it would
> > > > > > be illegal, a violation of copying rights, right?
>
> > > > > Well you were the one who wrote "I stole the title from somewhere
> > > > > else..."
>
> > > > I also stole a nap while you weren't looking, and stole my wife's
> > > > heart decades ago.  There is no ethical or legal violation to your
> > > > using the title.  
>
> > > I understand all that, really, I do.
>
> > > > Of course, you don't have to do anything you don't
> > > > want to do.
>
> > > Yeah, well "haints" is an important word in my "mythos", as it was a
> > > term my grandfather used, but I might see tinkering with "homeless",
> > > since for one thing I already have "Little Homeless Clown".
>
> > That's exactly what should make it all the more valuable to you in
> > terms of associating different pieces of your work one to another; it
> > draws from different sources.  It encourages readers/listeners to make
> > connections to and between your work they might otherwise not have
> > made.
>
> Yes, I can see that aspect...

You're welcome, bitch.

[Will Dockery]

Hieronymous Corey wrote:
>Will Dockery wrote:
>> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>> >Will Dockery wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > > > > > > > > > > Bird Rhythm
>
> > > > > > > > > > > Climbling that hill.
> > > > > > > > > > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > > > > > > > > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there
> > > > > > > > > > > before.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > > > > > > > > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > > > > > > > > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's
> > > > > > > > > > > image,
> > > > > > > > > > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > > > > > > > > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > > > > > > > > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > > > > > > > > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get
> > > > > > > > > > > through.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > > > > > > > > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > > > > > > > > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > > > > > > > > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > > > > > > > > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > > > > > > > > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past
> > > > > > > > > > > time.
> > > > > > > > > > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > > > > > > > > > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel
> > > > > > > > > > > like I am
> > > > > > > > > > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > > > > > > > > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > > > > > > > > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > > > > > > > > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your
> > > > > > > > > > > runes.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC
> > > > > > > > > > > library,
> > > > > > > > > > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the
> > > > > > > > > > > highway,
> > > > > > > > > > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > > > > > > > > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > > > > > > > > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > > > > > > > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > > > > > > > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > -Will Dockery
>
> > > > > > > > > > <snip for focus>
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > I know, but that's just the way I am... I believe in
> > > > > > > > > > > > giving credit
> > > > > > > > > > > > where due, whether it is legally required or not.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > You can't. I stole the title from somewhere else, so
> > > > > > > > > > > you can't give
> > > > > > > > > > > credit to me.
>
> > > > > > > > > > In that case I don't like it quite as much.
>
> > > > > > > > > LOL!! You should like it MORE!! Read the link to the
> > > > > > > > > Homeless Haints
> > > > > > > > > blog. Good writing there. The title fits your poem well,
> > > > > > > > > and
> > > > > > > > > compliments the writer of that blog whether he ever finds
> > > > > > > > > out that you
> > > > > > > > > used his title or not.
>
> > > > > > > > I'm not interested in stealing, though.
>
> > > > > > > It's a title. It's not stealing. If it was really stealing,
> > > > > > > it would
> > > > > > > be illegal, a violation of copying rights, right?
>
> > > > > > Well you were the one who wrote "I stole the title from
> > > > > > somewhere
> > > > > > else..."
>
> > > > > I also stole a nap while you weren't looking, and stole my wife's
> > > > > heart decades ago. There is no ethical or legal violation to your
> > > > > using the title.
>
> > > > I understand all that, really, I do.
>
> > > > > Of course, you don't have to do anything you don't
> > > > > want to do.
>
> > > > Yeah, well "haints" is an important word in my "mythos", as it was a
> > > > term my grandfather used, but I might see tinkering with "homeless",
> > > > since for one thing I already have "Little Homeless Clown".
>
> > > That's exactly what should make it all the more valuable to you in
> > > terms of associating different pieces of your work one to another; it
> > > draws from different sources. It encourages readers/listeners to make
> > > connections to and between your work they might otherwise not have
> > > made.
>
> > Yes, I can see that aspect...
>
> You're welcome

I didn't thank you then, but thanks now for the feedback.

--
Shadowville All-Stars at Doo-Nanny 2011:
http://www.facebook.com/#!/event.php?eid=153228701400838

[Hieronymous Corey]

On Mar 24, 12:18 pm, "Will Dockery" <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> Hieronymous Corey wrote:
> >Will Dockery wrote:
> >> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> >> >Will Dockery  wrote:
>
> > > > > > > > > > > >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > Bird Rhythm
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > Climbling that hill.
> > > > > > > > > > > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > > > > > > > > > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there
> > > > > > > > > > > > before.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > > > > > > > > > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > > > > > > > > > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's
> > > > > > > > > > > > image,
> > > > > > > > > > > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > > > > > > > > > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > > > > > > > > > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > > > > > > > > > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get
> > > > > > > > > > > > through.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > > > > > > > > > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > > > > > > > > > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > > > > > > > > > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > > > > > > > > > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > > > > > > > > > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past
> > > > > > > > > > > > time.
> > > > > > > > > > > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > > > > > > > > > > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel
> > > > > > > > > > > > like I am
> > > > > > > > > > > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > > > > > > > > > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > > > > > > > > > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > > > > > > > > > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your
> > > > > > > > > > > > runes.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC
> > > > > > > > > > > > library,
> > > > > > > > > > > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the
> > > > > > > > > > > > highway,
> > > > > > > > > > > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > > > > > > > > > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > > > > > > > > > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > > > > > > > > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > -Will Dockery
>
> > > > > > > > > > > <snip for focus>
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > > I know, but that's just the way I am... I believe in
> > > > > > > > > > > > > giving credit
> > > > > > > > > > > > > where due, whether it is legally required or not.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > > You can't.  I stole the title from somewhere else, so
> > > > > > > > > > > > you can't give
> > > > > > > > > > > > credit to me.
>
> > > > > > > > > > > In that case I don't like it quite as much.
>
> > > > > > > > > > LOL!!  You should like it MORE!!  Read the link to the
> > > > > > > > > > Homeless Haints
> > > > > > > > > > blog.  Good writing there.  The title fits your poem well,
> > > > > > > > > > and
> > > > > > > > > > compliments the writer of that blog whether he ever finds
> > > > > > > > > > out that you
> > > > > > > > > > used his title or not.
>
> > > > > > > > > I'm not interested in stealing, though.
>
> > > > > > > > It's a title.  It's not stealing.  If it was really stealing,
> > > > > > > > it would
> > > > > > > > be illegal, a violation of copying rights, right?
>
> > > > > > > Well you were the one who wrote "I stole the title from
> > > > > > > somewhere
> > > > > > > else..."
>
> > > > > > I also stole a nap while you weren't looking, and stole my wife's
> > > > > > heart decades ago.  There is no ethical or legal violation to your
> > > > > > using the title.
>
> > > > > I understand all that, really, I do.
>
> > > > > > Of course, you don't have to do anything you don't
> > > > > > want to do.
>
> > > > > Yeah, well "haints" is an important word in my "mythos", as it was a
> > > > > term my grandfather used, but I might see tinkering with "homeless",
> > > > > since for one thing I already have "Little Homeless Clown".
>
> > > > That's exactly what should make it all the more valuable to you in
> > > > terms of associating different pieces of your work one to another; it
> > > > draws from different sources.  It encourages readers/listeners to make
> > > > connections to and between your work they might otherwise not have
> > > > made.
>
> > > Yes, I can see that aspect...
>
> > You're welcome
>
> I didn't thank you then, but thanks now for the feedback.

That's why I called you a bitch, bitch. Can't ever admit you're
wrong, but will ever so begrudgingly say "I can see that aspect..."
Fucking bitch.

[Will Dockery]

Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>Will Dockery  wrote:
>
> >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > Bird Rhythm
>
> > Climbling that hill.
> > Through the side of the campus.
> > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > awake, village idiot.
>
> > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > Two more in front of me start up,
> > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > -Will Dockery

<pointless discussion snipped>

> > And that's why I say you can dish it out but you can't take it.
>
> Looks like you're the one who

<snip>

You're the one who has the meltdowns and has to resort to name calling
and threats of violence.

--
Ashes to Justice / Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzwD5-UI0p4

[Hieronymous Corey]

On Mar 24, 3:18 pm, Will Dockery <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> >Will Dockery  wrote:
>
> > >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > > Bird Rhythm
>
> > > Climbling that hill.
> > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > > -Will Dockery
>
> <pointless discussion snipped>
>
> > > And that's why I say you can dish it out but you can't take it.
>
> > Looks like you're the one who
>
> <snip>
>
> You're the one who has the meltdowns and has to resort to name calling
> and threats of violence.

Why blame me? Where does that get you? What's with the constant "I
know you are, but what am I" shit? Grow the fuck up already, moron.
You see what you want to see, and respond how you want to respond.
We've been through this. If you want to see pink unicorns in what I
write, I can't prevent it. If you want to feel threatened by text,
feel threatened by text, but you certainly can't convince me or anyone
else that I'm something I'm not. I wish you'd stop trying and figure
out how to like yourself a little, but I can't tell you what to do.

[Will Dockery]

Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> On Mar 24, 3:18 pm, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> > >Will Dockery  wrote:
>
> > > >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > > > Bird Rhythm
>
> > > > Climbling that hill.
> > > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> > > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> > > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> > > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > > > -Will Dockery
>
> > <pointless discussion snipped>
>
> > > > And that's why I say you can dish it out but you can't take it.
>
> > > Looks like you're the one who
>
> > <snip>
>
> > You're the one who has the meltdowns and has to resort to name calling
> > and threats of violence.

<more insults & name calling snipped>

> If you want to feel threatened by text,
> feel threatened by text

That's why I called them *fantasy* threats of violence, and of course
you're back on the name-calling already with this thread.

--
Ashes to Justice / Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzwD5-UI0p4

[Hieronymous Corey]

On Mar 24, 3:35 pm, Will Dockery <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> > On Mar 24, 3:18 pm, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> > > >Will Dockery  wrote:
>
> > > > >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > > > > Bird Rhythm
>
> > > > > Climbling that hill.
> > > > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> > > > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > > > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > > > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > > > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > > > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> > > > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > > > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > > > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> > > > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > > > > -Will Dockery
>
> > > <pointless discussion snipped>
>
> > > > > And that's why I say you can dish it out but you can't take it.
>
> > > > Looks like you're the one who
>
> > > <snip>
>
> > > You're the one who has the meltdowns and has to resort to name calling
> > > and threats of violence.
>
> <more insults & name calling snipped>
>
> > If you want to feel threatened by text,
> > feel threatened by text
>
> That's why I called them *fantasy* threats of violence, and of course
> you're back on the name-calling already with this thread.

What the fuck is your problem?

[Will Dockery]

Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
>On Mar 24, 3:18 pm, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> > >Will Dockery  wrote:
>
> > > > > >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > > > > > Bird Rhythm
>
> > > > > > Climbling that hill.
> > > > > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > > > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> > > > > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > > > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > > > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > > > > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > > > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > > > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > > > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > > > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > > > > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > > > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > > > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > > > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > > > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > > > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > > > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > > > > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > > > > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > > > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> > > > > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > > > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > > > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > > > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > > > > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > > > > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> > > > > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > > > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > > > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > > > > > -Will Dockery
>
> > > > <pointless discussion snipped>
>
> > > > > > And that's why I say you can dish it out but you can't take it.
>
> > > > > Looks like you're the one who
>
> > > > <snip>
>
> > > > You're the one who has the meltdowns and has to resort to name calling
> > > > and threats of violence.
>
> > <more insults & name calling snipped>
>
> > > If you want to feel threatened by text,
> > > feel threatened by text
>
> > That's why I called them *fantasy* threats of violence, and of course
> > you're back on the name-calling already with this thread.
>
> What the fuck is your problem?

Not at thing, but you sure seem to have a problem with me... I think
it is jealousy, as you once confessed?

--
"Be nice or leave." as the giant sign at the front door of the SoHo
Bar proclaims.

Ashes to Justice / Will Dockery & The Shadowville All-Stars:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzwD5-UI0p4

[Hieronymous Corey]

On Mar 24, 8:28 pm, Will Dockery <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> >On Mar 24, 3:18 pm, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> Hieronymous Corey <***@gmail.com> wrote:
> > > >Will Dockery  wrote:
>
> > > > > > >http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery
>
> > > > > > > Bird Rhythm
>
> > > > > > > Climbling that hill.
> > > > > > > Through the side of the campus.
> > > > > > > Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.
>
> > > > > > > Like a fractal, everything is connected,
> > > > > > > reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
> > > > > > > People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
> > > > > > > of color of sight and sound.
>
> > > > > > > People of all kinds in and out of the library,
> > > > > > > a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
> > > > > > > A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
> > > > > > > probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.
>
> > > > > > > A giant black ant has come to great me,
> > > > > > > he said he thinks that God might be green.
> > > > > > > He wanders across this ancient concrete.
> > > > > > > I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.
>
> > > > > > > I hear the sounds of people talking,
> > > > > > > as they walk on the other side of the tree.
> > > > > > > I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
> > > > > > > Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
> > > > > > > awake, village idiot.
>
> > > > > > > The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
> > > > > > > the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
> > > > > > > he said just "follow the lighted path."
> > > > > > > I want to see you, speak with you,
> > > > > > > and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.
>
> > > > > > > Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
> > > > > > > as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
> > > > > > > letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
> > > > > > > One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
> > > > > > > this bird is singing avant garde jazz...
>
> > > > > > > Two more in front of me start up,
> > > > > > > with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.
>
> > > > > > > -Will Dockery
>
> > > > > <pointless discussion snipped>
>
> > > > > > > And that's why I say you can dish it out but you can't take it.
>
> > > > > > Looks like you're the one who
>
> > > > > <snip>
>
> > > > > You're the one who has the meltdowns and has to resort to name calling
> > > > > and threats of violence.
>
> > > <more insults & name calling snipped>
>
> > > > If you want to feel threatened by text,
> > > > feel threatened by text
>
> > > That's why I called them *fantasy* threats of violence, and of course
> > > you're back on the name-calling already with this thread.
>
> > What the fuck is your problem?
>
> Not at thing, but you sure seem to have a problem with me... I think
> it is jealousy, as you once confessed?

1. That's a contrivance, not a question. 2. You flatter yourself
too much.

[Will Dockery]

An old one from 1997 I found in my drafts, still worth a read I think.

Comments, et cetera welcomed:

http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery

Bird Rhythm

Climbling that hill.
Through the side of the campus.
Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.

Like a fractal, everything is connected,
reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
of color of sight and sound.

People of all kinds in and out of the library,
a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.

A giant black ant has come to great me,
he said he thinks that God might be green.
He wanders across this ancient concrete.
I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.

I hear the sounds of people talking,
as they walk on the other side of the tree.
I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
awake, village idiot.

The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
he said just "follow the lighted path."
I want to see you, speak with you,
and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.

Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
this bird is singing avant garde jazz...

Two more in front of me start up,
with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.

-Will Dockery

--
Gone Too Far / Will Dockery
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_11596860

[Will Dockery]

Autumn in the Deep South and the birds are laughing... here's one of mine
from the
1990s about some favorite birds I once knew on a Spring afternoon on
the campus of the Phenix City college where I was waiting on my
beloved of the day:

http://tinyurl.com/Bird-Rhythm-Dockery

Bird Rhythm

Climbling that hill.
Through the side of the campus.
Queenie climbs that hill often, I've never been there before.

Like a fractal, everything is connected,
reading the words of God in nature, and icons.
People walk by in a beautious parade made in Jah's image,
of color of sight and sound.

People of all kinds in and out of the library,
a strong rain wind is blowing up high in the air.
A sky plane goes by cutting in the sound barrier,
probably stirred up the mix so the love caint get through.

A giant black ant has come to great me,
he said he thinks that God might be green.
He wanders across this ancient concrete.
I miss my friends down in rainbow dreamtown.

I hear the sounds of people talking,
as they walk on the other side of the tree.
I hear the dumb roar of haints echoing from some past time.
Golden glow of God coming through silver mist clouds,
awake, village idiot.

The light falls down on this page as I write, I feel like I am
the idiot savant who is spoken to by God,
he said just "follow the lighted path."
I want to see you, speak with you,
and in the green leaves before me I can see your runes.

Spelling words in the forest leaves behind CVCC library,
as I have seen before, clover runes on the side of the highway,
letters framed by distant dead trees on a horison.
One bird, behind me is making a song, a solo,
this bird is singing avant garde jazz...

Two more in front of me start up,
with a bird rhythm reminds me of the folksinging lady.

-Will Dockery

--
"Black Crow's Brother" by Will Dockery & Gini Woolfolk:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxO1RAYTIFA