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I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery (May 8 1982)

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In message news:ps370q$50o$[email protected]... [email protected] wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

Good to see

Thanks, good to see you, as well.

🙂

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On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 17:01:28 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 16:54:30 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 16:49:22 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 14:27:25 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 14:08:38 +0000, Will-Dockery wrote:

Zod wrote:
On Thursday, May 4, 2017 at 9:40:55 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: >>>>>>> I Met A Girl

I met a girl

By Will Donkey

She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

Edited for effect.

Real piece of work, that Donkey.

--

Well I've wondered if I should censor that link for many years and in
the end decided to keep it as I'd written it 43 years ago.

I think, in fact, you've already flamed me about this.

I have, and shall continue to whenever I stumble across it.

A poem about fingering a high school girl, is reprehensible regardless
of whether you set it in a dream.

--

You missed the context, the girl wasn't in high school when the actual
you described happened.

She was "out of my high school past" almost a decade before the poem was written which would make us both in our twenties on May 8 1982.

You don't understand how to express yourself clearly, Donkey.

When yoy say that someone is "from out of my high school past," the
implication is that she stepped out of the past. When someone steps out
of your past, they are at the same age they had been in the year that
they stepped out of.

You should have said that you dreamed you met someone from your past.

But even if she was in her twenties in your dream, your poem is still
offensive to the nth degree. It is demeaning to women, objectifying
them as nothing more than a "hole" to stick your finger (or your willie)
in. It further implies that you find nothing wrong with groping, and
digitally penetrating, a woman you've just met.

The fact that you would post this in your 60s, only shows how
insensitive and misogynistic you've remained over the years.

Truly disgusting.

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On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 17:40:34 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 17:25:39 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 17:01:28 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 16:54:30 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 16:49:22 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 14:27:25 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 14:08:38 +0000, Will-Dockery wrote:

Zod wrote:
On Thursday, May 4, 2017 at 9:40:55 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: >>>>>>>>> I Met A Girl

I met a girl

By Will Donkey

She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

Edited for effect.

Real piece of work, that Donkey.

--

Well I've wondered if I should censor that link for many years and in >>>>> the end decided to keep it as I'd written it 43 years ago.

I think, in fact, you've already flamed me about this.

I have, and shall continue to whenever I stumble across it.

A poem about fingering a high school girl, is reprehensible regardless >>>> of whether you set it in a dream.

She wasn't in high school, she was from my high school past.

The year was 1982, five years after my time at Carver High School.

As per usual in a Will Donkey poem, what you intended to say, and what
you actually wrote are two very different things.

Nor does the date of the composition (or of the alleged dream) have any
bearing on the content.

The girl didn't come to you (in your dream) from California; she came to
you "from out of... high school."

Also, since you hadn't seen her in approximately 5 years, it is unlikely
that your subconscious would have aged her in your dream. She would
have looked like she did when you last saw her -- five years earlier
when you were in school.

You missed the context, the girl wasn't in high school when the actual
you described happened.

She was "out of my high school past" almost a decade before the poem was >>> written which would make us both in our twenties on May 8 1982.

You don't understand how to express yourself clearly

In your opinion.

The English language, when used correctly, is not a matter of opinion,
Donkey.

The details are easily understood.

Obviously not.

Your poem says that you dreamt about a girl who you recognized (i.e.,
she looked the same), but whose name you couldn't remember (even after
she told it to you twice). You further say that this girl came to you
from out of the past, when you had both attended the same high school.

This makes it clear that she was still 16 or 17 in your dream.

What you meant to say was that you dreamed about a girl who you had
known (barely) in high school, who had spent the last five years living
in California.

Unfortunately, that is not what you actually wrote.

As I've attempted to explain to you countless times in the past, if
you're going to be a poet, you first have to gain a working knowledge of
(at least) high school level English.

Your compositional skills are roughly equivalent to those of a 4th
grader when writing posts, and those of a 4th grader who took the short
bus to and school when composing poetry.

I would urge you to read "Language in Thought and Action," by Samuel
Ichiye Hayakawa... only your reading comprehension level is so poor that
you wouldn't understand it. You would do better to enroll in a free,
online Basic English course, and slowly work your way up to it.

When yoy say that someone is "from out of my high school past," the
implication is that she stepped out of the past. When someone steps out
of your past, they are at the same age they had been in the year that
they stepped out of.

No, she was a person I know in high school who reappeared in 1982, five
years after High school.

Then you should have said that in your poem.

You should have said that you dreamed you met someone from your past.

The poem states:

"It was in a dream, we knew each other instantly."

No, Donkey. The operative phrase here is not that it happened "in a
dream." It's one of whether she a) came to you from out of your past,
or b) reappeared in 1982, five years after she'd graduated.

But even if she was in her twenties in your dream, your poem is still
offensive to the nth degree.

It was explicit, agreed.

It isn't offensive because it's explicit, Donkey. Okay, it is offensive
to Moral Majority types, but that is not what I was referring to.

It is demeaning to women, objectifying
them as nothing more than a "hole" to stick your finger (or your willie)

No, that's not true, it was just some sex.

When you refer to "just some (casual) sex" as putting your "finger to
her hole," you are treating her as if she were an inanimate object. She
is not a person to you -- she is a "hole."

You weren't even attracted to her personality, as you say she sounded
"spacey." Worse yet, you couldn't bother to remember her name in spite
of the fact that she'd told it to you twice.

To you, she wasn't a person with a valid personality or a name... she
was a just another "hole."

Grown ups in 1982 had sex, fucked, all that sort of thing.

I graduated high school in 1982, Donkey. I didn't just walk up to a
girl a hadn't seen in 5 years and proceed to stick my finger in her
vagina. I know you claim they do things differently in "the deep South"
(cue the dueling banjoes), but that sounds like groping/sexual assault.

in. It further implies that you find nothing wrong with groping, and
digitally penetrating, a woman you've just met.

We'd known each other about a decade at that time.

Obviously not very well, since you couldn't remember her name.

The fact that you would post this in your 60s, only shows how
insensitive and misogynistic you've remained over the years.

The poem was written on May 8th 1982 and probably isn't something I'd
write in 2025.

Why not? Your writing certainly hasn't evolved any. If anything, it's actually gotten worse.

And the fact that you still post it in 2025 means that you don't see
anything wrong with it. Much the same way that you don't see anything
wrong in having written a poem about how you'd performed oral sex on a co-worker (at the local pizzeria -- while you were married, and left it
lying around where your 6-year old son (give or take) could read it and
bring it to the attention of your wife.

Oops!

Truly disgusting.

--

Sorry you're so sensitive, but that's also why I've tried rewrites over
the years but just finally decided to settle on leaving it in the
"Erotic poetry" genre.

There's nothing "erotic" about "putting (your) finger to her hole,"
Donkey. You couldn't possibly have expressed it in less erotic terms.
It comes across as vulgar, impersonal, to the extent of being almost mechanical. As erotic literature, it's on a par with saying "I walked
into the men's room and took a dump."

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On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 19:27:00 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 19:16:44 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 17:40:34 +0000,, Will Dockery wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 16:54:30 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 16:49:22 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 14:27:25 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 14:08:38 +0000, Will-Dockery wrote:

Zod wrote:
On Thursday, May 4, 2017 at 9:40:55 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: >>>>>>>>>>> I Met A Girl

I met a girl

By Will Donkey

She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

Edited for effect.

Real piece of work, that Donkey.

--

Well I've wondered if I should censor that link for many years and in >>>>>>> the end decided to keep it as I'd written it 43 years ago.

I think, in fact, you've already flamed me about this.

I have, and shall continue to whenever I stumble across it.

A poem about fingering a high school girl, is reprehensible regardless >>>>>> of whether you set it in a dream.

She wasn't in high school, she was from my high school past.

The year was 1982, five years after my time at Carver High School.

As per usual in a Will Donkey poem, what you intended to say, and what
you actually wrote are two very different things.

Nor does the date of the composition (or of the alleged dream) have any
bearing on the content.

The girl didn't come to you (in your dream) from California; she came to
you "from out of... high school."

Also, since you hadn't seen her in approximately 5 years, it is unlikely
that your subconscious would have aged her in your dream. She would
have looked like she did when you last saw her -- five years earlier
when you were in school.

You missed the context, the girl wasn't in high school when the actual >>>>> you described happened.

She was "out of my high school past" almost a decade before the poem was >>>>> written which would make us both in our twenties on May 8 1982.

You don't understand how to express yourself clearly

In your opinion.

The English language, when used correctly, is not a matter of opinion,
Donkey.

The details are easily understood.

Obviously not.

Your poem says that you dreamt about a girl who you recognized (i.e.,
she looked the same), but whose name you couldn't remember (even after
she told it to you twice). You further say that this girl came to you
from out of the past, when you had both attended the same high school.

This makes it clear that she was still 16 or 17 in your dream.

What you meant to say was that you dreamed about a girl who you had
known (barely) in high school, who had spent the last five years living
in California.

Unfortunately, that is not what you actually wrote.

As I've attempted to explain to you countless times in the past, if
you're going to be a poet, you first have to gain a working knowledge of
(at least) high school level English.

Your compositional skills are roughly equivalent to those of a 4th
grader when writing posts, and those of a 4th grader who took the short
bus to and school when composing poetry.

I would urge you to read "Language in Thought and Action," by Samuel
Ichiye Hayakawa... only your reading comprehension level is so poor that
you wouldn't understand it. You would do better to enroll in a free,
online Basic English course, and slowly work your way up to it.

When yoy say that someone is "from out of my high school past," the
implication is that she stepped out of the past. When someone steps out >>>> of your past, they are at the same age they had been in the year that
they stepped out of.

No, she was a person I know in high school who reappeared in 1982, five
years after High school.

Then you should have said that in your poem.

You should have said that you dreamed you met someone from your past.

The poem states:

"It was in a dream, we knew each other instantly."

No, Donkey. The operative phrase here is not that it happened "in a
dream." It's one of whether she a) came to you from out of your past,
or b) reappeared in 1982, five years after she'd graduated.

But even if she was in her twenties in your dream, your poem is still
offensive to the nth degree.

It was explicit, agreed.

It isn't offensive because it's explicit, Donkey. Okay, it is offensive
to Moral Majority types, but that is not what I was referring to.

It is demeaning to women, objectifying
them as nothing more than a "hole" to stick your finger (or your willie) >>>

No, that's not true, it was just some sex.

When you refer to "just some (casual) sex" as putting your "finger to
her hole," you are treating her as if she were an inanimate object. She
is not a person to you -- she is a "hole."

You weren't even attracted to her personality, as you say she sounded
"spacey." Worse yet, you couldn't bother to remember her name in spite
of the fact that she'd told it to you twice.

To you, she wasn't a person with a valid personality or a name... she
was a just another "hole."

Grown ups in 1982 had sex, fucked, all that sort of thing.

I graduated high school in 1982, Donkey. I didn't just walk up to a
girl a hadn't seen in 5 years and proceed to stick my finger in her
vagina. I know you claim they do things differently in "the deep South"
(cue the dueling banjoes), but that sounds like groping/sexual assault.

in. It further implies that you find nothing wrong with groping, and
digitally penetrating, a woman you've just met.

We'd known each other about a decade at that time.

Obviously not very well, since you couldn't remember her name.

The fact that you would post this in your 60s, only shows how
insensitive and misogynistic you've remained over the years.

The poem was written on May 8th 1982 and probably isn't something I'd
write in 2025.

Why not? Your writing certainly hasn't evolved any. If anything, it's
actually gotten worse.

And the fact that you still post it in 2025 means that you don't see
anything wrong with it. Much the same way that you don't see anything
wrong in having written a poem about how you'd performed oral sex on a
co-worker (at the local pizzeria -- while you were married, and left it
lying around where your 6-year old son (give or take) could read it and
bring it to the attention of your wife.

Oops!

Truly disgusting.

--

Sorry you're so sensitive, but that's also why I've tried rewrites over
the years but just finally decided to settle on leaving it in the
"Erotic poetry" genre.

There's nothing "erotic" about "putting (your) finger to her hole,"
Donkey. You couldn't possibly have expressed it in less erotic terms.
It comes across as vulgar, impersonal, to the extent of being almost
mechanical. As erotic literature, it's on a par with saying "I walked
into the men's room and took a dump."

--

Thanks again for reading and commenting, Pendragon.

I don't have time right now but I'll return soon for a more in depth response.

Ah! This was formerly expressed as "I'll get back to you this after I've
made a pot of coffee." Needless to say, the coffee never materialized.

In this case, however, no response is required.

Your comments show that you lack adequate reading comprehension skills.

Your writing shows that you lack adequate compositional skills.

Your content shows that you lack even the most basic social and cultural
skills (outside of a Neanderthal clan, that is).

There is really nothing you can say that will alter the above facts.

Nothing.

If you had even so much as a double-digit intelligence, you would follow
my advice and enroll in a free online basic English course.

As you have a single-digit intelligence quotient, you will insist that
your writing is clear enough to you, and going being the jackass that we
all know you to be.

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On Mon, 3 Feb 2025 10:34:49 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 14:27:25 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 14:08:38 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl

By Will Dockery

She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

Edited for effect.

Edited for misrepresentation, you mean.

Not at all. You come across as a major asshole in both versions.

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On Mon, 3 Feb 2025 22:15:05 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Mon, 3 Feb 2025 19:15:47 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

Not at all. You come across as a major asshole in both versions.

--

I don't agree:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

You were emulating Trump,.

Donald Trump was barely even known on May 8th 1982.

Kudos are in store for our resident Donkey -- for groped women prior to
President Trummp!

Go Donkey!

--

Again, it was simply a poetic depiction romantic Interlude I enjoyed in
my youth.

Again? You had previously said that it was a dream.

Now you're saying that it actually happened.

You're just digging yourself into a deeper and deeper hole, Donkey.

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On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 16:07:24 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Mon, 3 Feb 2025 22:15:05 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Mon, 3 Feb 2025 19:15:47 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

Not at all. You come across as a major asshole in both versions.

--

I don't agree:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

You were emulating Trump,.

Donald Trump was barely even known on May 8th 1982.

Kudos are in store for our resident Donkey -- for groped women prior to
President Trummp!

Go Donkey!

--

Again, it was simply a poetic depiction romantic Interlude I enjoyed in
my youth.

Again? You had previously said that it was a dream.

Now you're saying that it actually happened.

You're just digging yourself into a deeper and deeper hole, Donkey.

Or should I say putting your finger to one?

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On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 16:58:27 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 16:09:03 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

On Mon, 3 Feb 2025 19:15:47 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

Not at all

I didn't expect you to agree, Pendragon.

I don't agree:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

You were emulating Trump,.

Donald Trump was barely even known on May 8th 1982.

Again, it was simply a poetic depiction romantic Interlude I enjoyed in >>>> my youth.

Yes, the characters are all based on real people.

Again? You had previously said that it was a dream.

My poetry is based on memory and dreams, basically, and alternate
reality or part of a multiverse, as Marvel Comics would call it.

Now you're saying that it actually happened.

Perhaps I should repost the poem, you seem confused again, Pendragon.

You're just digging yourself into a deeper and deeper hole

Wake up, Pendragon, it's only poetry, this isn't real life here.

Then again: "Yes, the characters are all based on real people." -- WD

Or should I say putting your finger to one?

--

It's called foreplay, Pendragon.

Didn't your father ever sit you down and tell you about the birds and
the bees?

According to your poem, you dreamt that you met a girl you hadn't seen
since high school (approx. 5 years previously).

You recognized each other at first sight, but you were unable to
remember her name -- which implies that you had been acquaintances at
best.

She tells you that you had been so shy at the time that she thought that
you were gay. This confirms that you had barely known each other.

Apparently to show her that you were heterosexual, you responded by
kissing her and putting your "finger to her hole."

I'm sorry, Donkey, but that doesn't strike me as foreplay. Groping the
vagina of a woman you barely know to prove your masculinity would strike
most people as sexual assault.

Think about it: if some guy you barely spoke to in high school ran into
you at the Waffle House wearing drag, and you told him that you used to
think he was a manly sort of man -- and he responded by kissing you and
shoving his finger up your butthole... would you still consider it to be "foreplay"?

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On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 16:58:27 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 16:09:03 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

On Mon, 3 Feb 2025 19:15:47 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

Not at all

I didn't expect you to agree, Pendragon.

I don't agree:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

You were emulating Trump,.

Donald Trump was barely even known on May 8th 1982.

Again, it was simply a poetic depiction romantic Interlude I enjoyed in >>>> my youth.

Yes, the characters are all based on real people.

Again? You had previously said that it was a dream.

My poetry is based on memory and dreams, basically, and alternate
reality or part of a multiverse, as Marvel Comics would call it.

Now you're saying that it actually happened.

Perhaps I should repost the poem, you seem confused again, Pendragon.

You're just digging yourself into a deeper and deeper hole

Wake up, Pendragon, it's only poetry, this isn't real life here.

Isn't it? "Yes, the characters are all based on real people." -- WD

Or should I say putting your finger to one?

--

It's called foreplay, Pendragon.

Didn't your father ever sit you down and tell you about the birds and
the bees?

Foreplay is meant to be consensual, Donkey.

According to your poem, you dreamt that you ran into a girl you had been
barely acquainted with in high school. In fact, your acquaintance was
so minimal that you couldn't even remember her name. She told you that
you had been so quiet and shy that she thought you were a homosexual.
You responded by attempting to prove your manhood to her -- kissing her
and groping her crotch.

That isn't foreplay, Donkey. That's sexual assault.

What if the shoe had been on the other foot?

What if a guy you barely knew in high school ran into you at the local
Waffle House? He had been the quarterback on your school football team,
and you had always thought of him as being the height of manliness...
but now, five years after graduation, he's wearing drag and talking with
a lisp. At a loss for words, you tell him that you used to think he was straight -- to which he responds by planting a kiss on you and shoving
his finger up your butthole.

Would you call that foreplay as well?

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On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 18:58:08 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

Michael Pendragon wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

The official version of this poem.

Yes, that matters.

It has nothing to do with

It has a lot to do with my poem and the understanding of that poem,
Pendragon.

It has *nothing* to do with the Conley Brothers' understanding of it,


I'd say you owe them an apology.

I'll be the one to decide if an apology is warranted.

Reason #385 why nobody likes Will Donkey.

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On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 19:25:34 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 19:21:54 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

Michael Pendragon wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

The official version of this poem.

Yes, that matters.

It has nothing to do with

It has a lot to do with my poem and the understanding of that poem,
Pendragon.

It has *nothing* to do with the Conley Brothers' understanding of it,


I'd say you owe them an apology.

I'll be the one to decide if an apology is warranted.

Reason #385 why nobody

You only speak for yourself, not everyone else, Pendleton.

Glad to clear up the confusion for you.

I was quoting an entry from the anonymously published book, "1001
Reasons Why Nobody Likes Will Donkey," Waffle House Press, 2021.

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On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 20:30:42 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Mon, 3 Feb 2025 18:43:56 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Mon, 3 Feb 2025 14:22:36 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

General-Zod wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

Faraway Star wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

The official version of this poem.

Yes, that matters.

On y second read of this today, it captures that touch of Bukowski but

is fully a Doc story... superb...
Welcome back, Zod.

I thank... good to be back...!

Great new art, by the way:

https://imgur.com/gallery/hth2PQb

https://imgur.com/gallery/BJgjm9m

I thank

Good morning again old pal.

Has reopening one of your old duplicate threads with the same topic
header made all of the other groups with the same header go away,

I don't control how these threads appear, Pendragon

Both JLA Forums and Nova BBS have some weird things happening that
breaks these threads like this, not me.

Perhaps Retro Guy or the JLA administrator can fix the problem, perhaps
not

The only problem, Donkey, is that you post half a dozen threads with the
same subject.

Your poem is still extremely misogynistic, demeaning and degrading to
women,

I don't think so at all, as I've pointed out earlier, the poem is in the Erotic poetry genre, and the characters are influenced by Beatnik and
1980s new wave and punk rock zeitgeist of those eras.

The poetry is a snapshot from 1982, very different times which you
apparently missed, Pendragon.

Admittedly, I've never groped a young woman 2 minutes after meeting her.

objectifying, insensitive to the nth degree, and utterly beneath
contempt.

Not at all, it's a very accurate depiction of a rock and roll romance
circa early 1980s

I know because I was there, I lived it.

So you sexually assaulted a woman you barely knew. Good to know.

And so it goes.

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On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 18:12:37 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 14:27:25 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 14:08:38 +0000, Will-Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl

By Will Dockery

She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

Edited for effect

Vandalized for misrepresentation is more like it.

Here's the original unedited version so the readers can decide for themselves:

***

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

***

This poem was written in 1982, during my time in the Atlanta Georgia New
Wave punk rock scene, while also influenced by the earlier Beatnik poets
I was reading at the time, such as Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and
Charles Bukowski among others.

Both styles employed a sort of crude swagger in the tone and content
which I also used in many of my poems.

All apologies to those offended.

I suppose that's a start.

Of course, an apologize is supposed to include owning up to one's
mistake -- not attempting to justify it as beatnik inspired swagger.

You need to recognize that groping a woman you've just met is wrong.
Regardless of whether she's a punk rocker, or that you were acting under
the influence of beatnik poets. Groping is wrong because it's a form of
sexual assault, and a violation of a woman's body.

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On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 15:41:10 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 14:06:03 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 18:12:37 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 14:27:25 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 14:08:38 +0000, Will-Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl

By Will Dockery

She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

Edited for effect

Vandalized for misrepresentation is more like it.

Here's the original unedited version so the readers can decide for
themselves:

***

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

***

This poem was written in 1982, during my time in the Atlanta Georgia New >>> Wave punk rock scene, while also influenced by the earlier Beatnik poets >>> I was reading at the time, such as Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and
Charles Bukowski among others.

Both styles employed a sort of crude swagger in the tone and content
which I also used in many of my poems.

All apologies to those offended.

I suppose that's a start.

Of course, an apologize is supposed to include owning up to one's
mistake -- not attempting to justify it as beatnik inspired swagger.

You need to recognize that groping a woman you've just met is wrong.
Regardless of whether she's a punk rocker, or that you were acting under
the influence of beatnik poets. Groping is wrong because it's a form of
sexual assault, and a violation of a woman's body.

--

You're misrepresenting the scene again, Pendragon we were just having
some fun, kissing and "making out" a little, as the young folks used to
call it.

Nothing as serious as you want to make it out to be.

HTH and HAND.

Your poem makes it out to be a grope, Donkey.

And, based on the narrative, I can't imagine how it could be considered otherwise.

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On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 16:08:18 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 14:14:16 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 23:08:34 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

Anonymous wrote:
On Thursday, May 4, 2017 at 9:40:55 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

Good to see....

Thanks again, as I was telling Mummy Chunk, in 1982 when writing these
poems I
was highly influenced by 1950s Beat poets and 1980s punk rockers.

So please excuse the foul language.

And as I have been explaining to you, it isn't a matter of foul
language.

Your poem depicts you groping a woman you'd been barely acquainted with
in high school, after having just bumped into her in public. Apparently
the groping was in response to her having said that you were so shy and
quiet in high school that she'd thought that you were gay.

That's not foul language
That's

Again, you're misrepresenting, Pendragon.

We were just having some fun, kissing and making out, as the young
people used to call it.

HTH and HAND.

That's not how it's depicted in your poem, Donkey.

Perhaps you should consider rewriting it so that your "make out" session
didn't take place 30 seconds after you bumped into this woman you barely
knew (and whose name you couldn't remember), or in response to her
saying that when you were in high school together, she thought that you
were gay.

That way the only offensive thing would be your
misogynistic/objectifying reference to "her hole."

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On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 15:55:22 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 15:50:04 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 15:41:10 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 14:27:25 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 14:08:38 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl

By Will Dockery

She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

Edited for effect

Vandalized for misrepresentation is more like it.

Here's the original unedited version so the readers can decide for
themselves:

***

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

***

This poem was written in 1982, during my time in the Atlanta Georgia New >>>>> Wave punk rock scene, while also influenced by the earlier Beatnik poets >>>>> I was reading at the time, such as Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and
Charles Bukowski among others.

Both styles employed a sort of crude swagger in the tone and content >>>>> which I also used in many of my poems.

All apologies to those offended.

I suppose that's a start.

Of course, an apologize is supposed to include owning up to one's
mistake -- not attempting to justify it as beatnik inspired swagger.

You need to recognize that groping a woman you've just met is wrong.
Regardless of whether she's a punk rocker, or that you were acting under >>>> the influence of beatnik poets. Groping is wrong because it's a form of >>>> sexual assault, and a violation of a woman's body.

--

You're misrepresenting the scene again, Pendragon we were just having
some fun, kissing and "making out" a little, as the young folks used to
call it.

Nothing as serious as you want to make it out to be.

HTH and HAND.

Your poem makes it out to be

No, that's just your misrepresentation of my poem, Pendragon.

I call Donkeyshit!

Answer my question, Donkey.

If you ran into some guy you'd barely known in high school, and after exchanging a few words, he planted a kiss on you and stuck his finger up
your butthole, would you consider that to have been "making out"?

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On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 15:55:22 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 15:50:04 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 15:41:10 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 14:27:25 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 14:08:38 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl

By Will Dockery

She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

Edited for effect

Vandalized for misrepresentation is more like it.

Here's the original unedited version so the readers can decide for
themselves:

***

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

***

This poem was written in 1982, during my time in the Atlanta Georgia New >>>>> Wave punk rock scene, while also influenced by the earlier Beatnik poets >>>>> I was reading at the time, such as Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and
Charles Bukowski among others.

Both styles employed a sort of crude swagger in the tone and content >>>>> which I also used in many of my poems.

All apologies to those offended.

I suppose that's a start.

Of course, an apologize is supposed to include owning up to one's
mistake -- not attempting to justify it as beatnik inspired swagger.

You need to recognize that groping a woman you've just met is wrong.
Regardless of whether she's a punk rocker, or that you were acting under >>>> the influence of beatnik poets. Groping is wrong because it's a form of >>>> sexual assault, and a violation of a woman's body.

--

You're misrepresenting the scene again, Pendragon we were just having
some fun, kissing and "making out" a little, as the young folks used to
call it.

Nothing as serious as you want to make it out to be.

HTH and HAND.

Your poem makes it out to be

No, that's just your misrepresentation of my poem, Pendragon.

I call Donkeyshit!

Answer the question, Donkey.

If you ran into a guy that you'd barely known in high school, and after exchanging a couple of sentences, he suddenly plants a kiss on your lips
and sticks his finger up your butthole, would you call that a "make out" session?

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On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 18:07:07 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 16:47:50 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 16:08:18 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 14:14:16 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 23:08:34 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

Anonymous wrote:
On Thursday, May 4, 2017 at 9:40:55 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote: >>>>>>> I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

Good to see....

Thanks again, as I was telling Mummy Chunk, in 1982 when writing these >>>>> poems I
was highly influenced by 1950s Beat poets and 1980s punk rockers.

So please excuse the foul language.

And as I have been explaining to you, it isn't a matter of foul
language.

Your poem depicts you groping a woman you'd been barely acquainted with >>>> in high school, after having just bumped into her in public. Apparently >>>> the groping was in response to her having said that you were so shy and >>>> quiet in high school that she'd thought that you were gay.

That's not foul language
That's

Again, you're misrepresenting, Pendragon.

We were just having some fun, kissing and making out, as the young
people used to call it.

HTH and HAND.

That's not how it's depicted in your poem,

Yes it is, Pendleton, you simply choose to misrepresent the content.

Here are the relevant passages from your poem presented in paragraph
form:

"I met a girl... from out of my high school past. I've forgotten her
name. We talked... a really detached situation. she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her and put my finger to her hole."

I don't see how anyone could "represent" that in any other light than
that of sexual abuse.

Perhaps you should consider rewriting it so that your "make out" session
didn't take place 30 seconds after

You're mistaken, Pendragon, it didn't happen that quickly.

I'm reading what you put into your poem, Donkey. If more time elapsed,
you need to make that clear.

With the possible (make that probable) exception of Stinky Zid, your
readers weren't there, and only know what *you* tell them about your
"romantic interlude" in your poem.

Since you don't seem to be getting it, I'll rephrase your poem in my own
words:

I had a dream where I ran into this girl that I recognized from high
school. I didn't know her name, and had never spoken to her before.
However, we immediately recognized each other's faces and started making
small talk. She told me that I was so quiet and shy back then that she
thought I must have been gay. Just to show her how mistaken she had
been, I grabbed ahold of her, planted a kiss on her and "put my finger
to her hole."

It reads like you sexually assaulted a high school girl to show her that
you were a manly heterosexual.

If you can't see that as a misogynistic retelling of a sexual assault
against a probable minor, then I don't know what else to tell you.

you bumped into this woman you barely
knew (and whose name you couldn't remember),

It was over forty years ago, so yes, I confess that I've forgotten her
name.

Your poem doesn't say that you'd forgotten over the 40 ensuing years,
Donkey.

It says that you didn't know her name at the time, and that even after
she'd told it to you -- twice -- you immediately forgot it. This
implies that you didn't see her as a person, but entirely as an object
(a "hole").

You also derisively note that she sounded "spacey" -- revealing that her personality was inconsequential to your desires. You wanted a "hole,"
and she was there.

or in response to her
saying that when you were in high school together, she thought that you
were gay.

Well, obviously she could see this wasn't true.

I don't know about that, Donkey. Back then you were skinny as a rail,
sporting a white boy afro, and perpetually wearing a pair of dark shades
(even indoors and at night).

That way the only offensive thing would be your

I apologize to all who were offended by the graffic depiction of our
somewhat tame romantic encounter.

Don't you realize that your "apology" is redirecting the blame on your
readers? You're sorry if *they* chose to be offended by your "tame
romantic encounter."

Readers find it offensive because:

1) the girl appears to be either still in high school, or just out of
it,
2) you make it appear as if you barely knew her,
3) couldn't bother remembering her name after she'd told it to you,
4) kissed and groped her without her consent (to prove that you weren't
gay,
5) described your "romantic" in crude, impersonal, dehumanizing terms "I
put my finger to her hole."

Try apologizing for what you wrote (and apparently actually did in real
life), and not because you think your readers are easily offended.

misogynistic/objectifying reference to "her hole."

--

Yes, I did apologize to those who were offended by the foul language,
and have explained that the writing style was influenced by Best poetry
and punk rock.

And so it goes.

See above. The language ("hole") is probably the least offensive part
of your poem, Donkey.

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On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 19:19:33 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 18:07:07 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

You were emulating Trump,.

Donald Trump was barely even known on May 8th 1982.

Again, it was simply a poetic depiction romantic Interlude I enjoyed in >>>>>> my youth.

Yes, the characters are all based on real people.

Again? You had previously said that it was a dream.

My poetry is based on memory and dreams, basically, and alternate
reality or part of a multiverse, as Marvel Comics would call it.

Now you're saying that it actually happened.

Perhaps I should repost the poem, you seem confused again, Pendragon.

You're just digging yourself into a deeper and deeper hole

Wake up, Pendragon, it's only poetry, this isn't real life here.

Isn't it? "Yes, the characters are all based on real people." -- WD

Or should I say putting your finger to one?

--

It's called foreplay, Pendragon.

Didn't your father ever sit you down and tell you about the birds and
the bees?

Foreplay is meant to be consensual

Which this definitely was.

Answer my question, Donkey.

If you ran into some guy you'd barely known in high school, and after exchanging a few words, he planted a kiss on you and stuck his finger up
your butthole, would you consider that to have been "consensual"?

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On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 19:03:43 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 18:36:12 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 18:07:07 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

Good to see....

Thanks again, as I was telling Mummy Chunk, in 1982 when writing these >>>>>>> poems I
was highly influenced by 1950s Beat poets and 1980s punk rockers. >>>>>>>
So please excuse the foul language.

And as I have been explaining to you, it isn't a matter of foul
language.

Your poem depicts you groping a woman you'd been barely acquainted with >>>>>> in high school, after having just bumped into her in public. Apparently >>>>>> the groping was in response to her having said that you were so shy and >>>>>> quiet in high school that she'd thought that you were gay.

That's not foul language
That's

Again, you're misrepresenting, Pendragon.

We were just having some fun, kissing and making out, as the young
people used to call it.

HTH and HAND.

That's not how it's depicted in your poem,

Yes it is, Pendleton, you simply choose to misrepresent the content.

Here are the relevant passages from your poem presented in paragraph
form:

"I met a girl... from out of my high school past. I've forgotten her
name. We talked... a really detached situation. she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her and put my finger to her hole."

I don't see how anyone could "represent" that in any other light than
that of sexual abuse.

Perhaps you should consider rewriting it so that your "make out" session >>>> didn't take place 30 seconds after

You're mistaken, Pendragon, it didn't happen that quickly.

I'm reading what you put into your poem, Donkey. If more time elapsed,
you need to make that clear.

With the possible (make that probable) exception of Stinky Zid, your
readers weren't there, and only know what *you* tell them about your
"romantic interlude" in your poem.

Since you don't seem to be getting it, I'll rephrase your poem in my own
words:

I had a dream where I ran into this girl that I recognized from high
school. I didn't know her name, and had never spoken to her before.
However, we immediately recognized each other's faces and started making
small talk. She told me that I was so quiet and shy back then that she
thought I must have been gay. Just to show her how mistaken she had
been, I grabbed ahold of her, planted a kiss on her and "put my finger
to her hole."

It reads like you sexually assaulted a high school girl to show her that
you were a manly heterosexual.

If you can't see that as a misogynistic retelling of a sexual assault
against a probable minor, then I don't know what else to tell you.

you bumped into this woman you barely
knew (and whose name you couldn't remember),

It was over forty years ago, so yes, I confess that I've forgotten her
name.

Your poem doesn't say that you'd forgotten over the 40 ensuing years,
Donkey.

It says that you didn't know her name at the time, and that even after
she'd told it to you -- twice -- you immediately forgot it. This
implies that you didn't see her as a person, but entirely as an object
(a "hole").

You also derisively note that she sounded "spacey" -- revealing that her
personality was inconsequential to your desires. You wanted a "hole,"
and she was there.

or in response to her
saying that when you were in high school together, she thought that you >>>> were gay.

Well, obviously she could see this wasn't true.

I don't know about that, Donkey. Back then you were skinny as a rail,
sporting a white boy afro, and perpetually wearing a pair of dark shades
(even indoors and at night).

That way the only offensive thing would be your

I apologize to all who were offended by the graffic depiction of our
somewhat tame romantic encounter.

Don't you realize that your "apology" is redirecting the blame on your
readers? You're sorry if *they* chose to be offended by your "tame
romantic encounter."

Readers find it offensive because:

1) the girl appears to be either still in high school, or just out of
it,
2) you make it appear as if you barely knew her,
3) couldn't bother remembering her name after she'd told it to you,
4) kissed and groped her without her consent (to prove that you weren't
gay,
5) described your "romantic" in crude, impersonal, dehumanizing terms "I
put my finger to her hole."

Try apologizing for what you wrote (and apparently actually did in real
life), and not because you think your readers are easily offended.

misogynistic/objectifying reference to "her hole."

--

Yes, I did apologize to those who were offended by the foul language,
and have explained that the writing style was influenced by Best poetry
and punk rock.

And so it goes.

See above. The language ("hole") is probably the least offensive part
of your poem

In your ignored and conservative opinion, you mean.

Did you mean to say "ignorant," Donkey?

My opinion is hardly conservative, Donkey. Certainly not in the
post-"Me Too" era where sexual assault is finally being openly
recognized for what it is.

Compared to the writings of Beat poets such as Allen Ginsberg and
Charles Bukowski and the punk rock lyrics of Sex Pistols and The Clash
my poetry is definitely pretty tame.

Good for you, Donkey.

So you didn't hold a knife to her throat while you groped her. Kudos
for your sensitivity.

As I explained, on May 8th 1982 when the events of the poem took place,
I was a latter day Beat poet socializing in a punk rock scene in Atlanta Georgia.

So what? I hung out in the East Village with beatniks and punk
rockers... but I didn't walk up to girls, introduce myself, and grab
ahold of their crotch.

In fact, I behaved in a very tame manner compared to many of my peers
there at the nightclub that night.

So you were a reserved baboon. Good for you.

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On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 19:48:20 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

Good to see....

Thanks again, as I was telling Mummy Chunk, in 1982 when writing these
poems I
was highly influenced by 1950s Beat poets and 1980s punk rockers. >>>>>>>>>
So please excuse the foul language.

We were just having some fun, kissing and making out, as the young >>>>>>> people used to call it.

That's not how it's depicted in your poem,

Yes it is, Pendleton, you simply choose to misrepresent the content.

Perhaps you should consider rewriting it so that your "make out" session >>>>>> didn't take place 30 seconds after

You're mistaken, Pendragon, it didn't happen that quickly.

you bumped into this woman you barely
knew (and whose name you couldn't remember),

It was over forty years ago, so yes, I confess that I've forgotten her >>>>> name.

Your poem doesn't say that you'd forgotten over the 40 ensuing years,
Donkey.

It says that you didn't know her name at the time, and that even after >>>> she'd told it to you -- twice -- you immediately forgot it. This
implies that you didn't see her as a person, but entirely as an object >>>> (a "hole").

You also derisively note that she sounded "spacey" -- revealing that her >>>> personality was inconsequential to your desires. You wanted a "hole," >>>> and she was there.

or in response to her
saying that when you were in high school together, she thought that you >>>>>> were gay.

Well, obviously she could see this wasn't true.

I don't know about that, Donkey. Back then you were skinny as a rail, >>>> sporting a white boy afro, and perpetually wearing a pair of dark shades >>>> (even indoors and at night).

That way the only offensive thing would be your

I apologize to all who were offended by the graffic depiction of our >>>>> somewhat tame romantic encounter.

Don't you realize that your "apology" is redirecting the blame on your >>>> readers? You're sorry if *they* chose to be offended by your "tame
romantic encounter."

Readers find it offensive because:

1) the girl appears to be either still in high school, or just out of
it,
2) you make it appear as if you barely knew her,
3) couldn't bother remembering her name after she'd told it to you,
4) kissed and groped her without her consent (to prove that you weren't >>>> gay,
5) described your "romantic" in crude, impersonal, dehumanizing terms "I >>>> put my finger to her hole."

Try apologizing for what you wrote (and apparently actually did in real >>>> life), and not because you think your readers are easily offended.

misogynistic/objectifying reference to "her hole."

--

Yes, I did apologize to those who were offended by the foul language, >>>>> and have explained that the writing style was influenced by Best poetry >>>>> and punk rock.

And so it goes.

See above. The language ("hole") is probably the least offensive part >>>> of your poem

In your ignorant and conservative opinion, you mean.

Did you mean to say "ignorant,"

Yes, sorry, that was an autocorrect typo.

It happens to all of us sometimes.

Some of us more than others, n'est-ce pas?

My opinion is hardly conservative,

It seems to be, you seem like a rather uptight prude.

Not at all, Donkey.

I wasn't exactly living the life of a monk, either.

I just didn't engage in, or approve of, sexual assault.

post-"Me Too" era where sexual assault is finally being openly
recognized for what it is.

And what it was not in my poem.

It may have been nothing more than a make out session in real life, but
in your poem, it's depicted as a sexual assault.

Compared to the writings of Beat poets such as Allen Ginsberg and
Charles Bukowski and the punk rock lyrics of Sex Pistols and The Clash
my poetry is definitely pretty tame.

Good for you

Just stating the facts about what things were like in the New Wave and
punk rock scene in Atlanta Georgia, May 8th 1982 was like, Pendragon.

In 1982 I graduated from high school and joined the Navy. I think it's
safe to say that I had I was familiar with similar scenes during that particular era.

So you didn't hold a knife to her throat

Read the poem, we talked and kissed.

Look it up, men and women do these kind of things, Pendragon.

I've talked to, and kissed, women, Donkey. I just didn't publicly grope
them in lieu of a handshake.

As I explained, on May 8th 1982 when the events of the poem took place,
I was a latter day Beat poet socializing in a punk rock scene in Atlanta >>> Georgia.

So what? I hung out in the East Village with beatniks and punk
rockers...

Good for you.

Do you think that Atlanta ca. 1982 was any more wild than the Village
ca. 1988?

but I didn't walk up to girls, introduce myself, and grab
ahold of their crotch.

Read the poem again, I never did that, either.

Why do you lie and misrepresent so much, Michael Pendragon?

I've read the poem several times, Donkey.

Again, that may not be the way it happened, but that's definitely how
your poem depicts it.

As I've told you time and again -- if you're going to be a writer, you
need to learn how to write.

Learn already.

In fact, I behaved in a very tame manner compared to many of my peers
there at the nightclub that night.

So you were a reserved baboon

Okay, so I've joined you on the Planet of the Apes now, groovy.

You and I will always be from different planets, Donkey.

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On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 20:29:40 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 16:50:26 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 15:55:22 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

Here's the original unedited version so the readers can decide for >>>>>>> themselves:

***

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

***

This poem was written in 1982, during my time in the Atlanta Georgia New
Wave punk rock scene, while also influenced by the earlier Beatnik poets
I was reading at the time, such as Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and >>>>>>> Charles Bukowski among others.

Both styles employed a sort of crude swagger in the tone and content >>>>>>> which I also used in many of my poems.

All apologies to those offended.

I suppose that's a start.

Of course, an apologize is supposed to include owning up to one's
mistake -- not attempting to justify it as beatnik inspired swagger. >>>>>>
You need to recognize that groping a woman you've just met is wrong. >>>>>> Regardless of whether she's a punk rocker, or that you were acting under >>>>>> the influence of beatnik poets. Groping is wrong because it's a form of >>>>>> sexual assault, and a violation of a woman's body.

--

You're misrepresenting the scene again, Pendragon we were just having >>>>> some fun, kissing and "making out" a little, as the young folks used to >>>>> call it.

Nothing as serious as you want to make it out to be.

HTH and HAND.

Your poem makes it out to be

No, that's just your misrepresentation of my poem, Pendragon.

I call

Mainly, you continue to lie and misrepresent, Harry.

Answer my question

Okay, see below for my answer.

If you ran into some guy you'd barely known in high school, and after
exchanging a few words, he planted a kiss on you and stuck his finger up
your butthole, would you consider that to have been "making out"?

--

Since that would be a completely different situation from the one in my
poem there would have been a completely different outcome.

What's so different about it -- apart from the fact that you're the one
getting groped?

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On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 18:12:37 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

Here's the original unedited version so the readers can decide for themselves:

***

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

That's a very strange dream sequence, Will.

***

This poem was written in 1982, during my time in the Atlanta Georgia New
Wave punk rock scene, while also influenced by the earlier Beatnik poets
I was reading at the time, such as Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and
Charles Bukowski among others.

It does sound a bit like Bukowski. It actually reminded me most of a
Bukowski wannabe who used to post here, who shall go nameless.

Both styles employed a sort of crude swagger in the tone and content
which I also used in many of my poems.

All apologies to those offended.

HTH and HAND.

I can't see why anyone in their right mind would be offended by a dream
you had more than 40 years ago; but given some of the people nn the
group these days, it's probably best to cover oneself.

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On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 21:19:05 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 21:14:42 +0000, George J. Dance wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 18:12:37 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

Here's the original unedited version so the readers can decide for
themselves:

***

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

That's a very strange dream sequence, Will.

***

This poem was written in 1982, during my time in the Atlanta Georgia New >>> Wave punk rock scene, while also influenced by the earlier Beatnik poets >>> I was reading at the time, such as Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and
Charles Bukowski among others.

It does sound a bit like Bukowski. It actually reminded me most of a
Bukowski wannabe who used to post here, who shall go nameless.

Both styles employed a sort of crude swagger in the tone and content
which I also used in many of my poems.

All apologies to those offended.

HTH and HAND.

I can't see why anyone in their right mind would be offended by a dream
you had more than 40 years ago; but given some of the people nn the
group these days, it's probably best to cover oneself.

Harry Lime aka Michael Pendragon is apparently in a tizzy over it

Yes. I noticed him writing about it another thread, writing about this
poem, which is what brought me here to check it out in the first place.
He was of course misrepresenting it as a real incident, rather than a
dream you'd written a poem about, hoping no one would come here to check
it.

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On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 21:00:42 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 20:39:26 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 20:29:40 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

Here's the original unedited version so the readers can decide for >>>>>>>>> themselves:

***

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

***

This poem was written in 1982, during my time in the Atlanta Georgia New
Wave punk rock scene, while also influenced by the earlier Beatnik poets
I was reading at the time, such as Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and >>>>>>>>> Charles Bukowski among others.

Both styles employed a sort of crude swagger in the tone and content >>>>>>>>> which I also used in many of my poems.

All apologies to those offended.

I suppose that's a start.

Of course, an apologize is supposed to include owning up to one's >>>>>>>> mistake -- not attempting to justify it as beatnik inspired swagger. >>>>>>>>
You need to recognize that groping a woman you've just met is wrong. >>>>>>>> Regardless of whether she's a punk rocker, or that you were acting under
the influence of beatnik poets. Groping is wrong

I didn't grope her.

You're misrepresenting the scene again, Pendragon. We were just having >>>>>>> some fun, kissing and "making out" a little, as the young folks used to >>>>>>> call it.

Nothing as serious as you want to make it out to be.

HTH and HAND.

Your poem makes it out to be

No, that's just your misrepresentation of my poem, Pendragon.

Mainly, you continue to lie and misrepresent, Harry.

Answer my question

I did, and continue to.

See below:

Okay, see below for my answer.

If you ran into some guy you'd barely known in high school

I know a lot of people from all walks of life, so such a meeting would
be welcome.

If of course give him a autographed copy of my poetry book.

Since that would be a completely different situation from the one in my
poem there would have been a completely different outcome.

What's so different about it

You don't know the difference between straight and gay sex?

-- apart from the fact that you're the one

getting groped?

I didn't grope anyone.

--

The events in my poem were consensual.

Look that word up, Harry.

"Consensual" is a label that you have applied to your poem in order to
justify the narrative to yourself.

Again, I'm asking you to consider how you would feel if you had been the
one getting groped.

That you gender identify as heterosexual is 100% beside the point.

When you have just met someone (regardless of whether you recognized
their face from high school five years earlier), you have no means of determining what level of sexual contact (if any) they're open to at
that particular time and place.

Men often misread social cues from a woman, mistaking friendliness for flirting, and so on. Just because you were feeling attracted to her,
that doesn't mean that she was also feeling attracted to you. Since she
didn't press charges against you, I'll assume that she was (or that she
was too embarrassed by the incident to talk about it).

Over the years, you've painted a picture of yourself as an old horndog
who'll jump in the sack with any woman who's willing (your admission to frequently employing the services of $10 whores shows just how
unselective you are in this regard.

I therefore think it a safe bet to say that if a girl you barely knew
came up to you, planted a kiss on you and stuck her finger up your butt,
you'd be totally into it.

Most women tend to be a little more selective in choosing their sexual partners, and would consider having their crotch fingered, in public, by
a man they'd just met to be an act of sexual assault.

Remember the Seinfeld episode where Elaine was disgusted that the man
she had been on a first date with "took *it* out"? This man didn't even
touch her body -- he simply exposed his male member to her. And Elaine
was far from being a prude.

In order to hypothetically reverse the situation, we need to consider
how you would have felt if someone with the potential to physically
overpower you (a man), had done the same thing to you.

I know that you gender identify as heterosexual, and that you view
homosexual slurs as an assault on your manhood, but that's the point. I
want to know how you would feel if you were in a situation where the
sexual contact (butt-fingering) was definitely *unwanted* by you.

If, as you keep saying, this was the wild and crazy 80s, and you were
with a group of wild and crazy punk rockers -- many of whom were openly engaging in sexual intercourse -- and that you're fingering he freckled
girl was just a bit of (relatively) innocent fun... then this man's
fingering you, should be seen flirtatious fun as well.

Had that been the case, you would have said, "Sorry, man, I don't swing
that way," and moved on.

If, otoh, you would feel *violated* by his invasive finger, then you
would begin to understand how a woman might feel when she's on the
receiving end of such aggressive, physical "flirtation" from a man.

Your insistence that the question wouldn't apply because you gender
identify as heterosexual, reveals your answer. Would not want any man
touching you there.
And, had a man simply stuck his hand down you pants after exchanging a
few words of nondescript conversation, you would feel like your body had
been violated.

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On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 21:03:34 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 20:54:52 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 20:30:42 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Mon, 3 Feb 2025 18:43:56 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Mon, 3 Feb 2025 14:22:36 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

General-Zod wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

Faraway Star wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

The official version of this poem.

Yes, that matters.

On y second read of this today, it captures that touch of Bukowski but

is fully a Doc story... superb...
Welcome back, Zod.

I thank... good to be back...!

Great new art, by the way:

https://imgur.com/gallery/hth2PQb

https://imgur.com/gallery/BJgjm9m

I thank

Good morning again old pal.

Has reopening one of your old duplicate threads with the same topic
header made all of the other groups with the same header go away,

I don't control how these threads appear, Pendragon


Both JLA Forums and Nova BBS have some weird things happening that
breaks these threads like this, not me.

Perhaps Retro Guy or the JLA administrator can fix the problem, perhaps
not

The only problem, Donkey, is that you post half a dozen threads with the
same subject.

Your poem is still extremely misogynistic, demeaning and degrading to
women,

I don't think so at all, as I've pointed out earlier, the poem is in the >>> Erotic poetry genre, and the characters are influenced by Beatnik and
1980s new wave and punk rock zeitgeist of those eras.

The poetry is a snapshot from 1982, very different times which you
apparently missed, Pendragon.

Admittedly, I've never groped a young woman 2 minutes after meeting her.

objectifying, insensitive to the nth degree, and utterly beneath
contempt.

Not at all, it's a very accurate depiction of a rock and roll romance
circa early 1980s


I know because I was there, I lived it.

So you sexually assaulted a woman

No, it was all consensual, read the poem.

The poem never specifies that it's consensual, Donkey.

You leave it up to the reader to make that decision based on the events
leading up to it as presented by you in your poem's narrative.

you barely knew.

No, we know each other years ago, back in high school.

Good to know.

Absolutely not.

If the information in question is "Absolutely not" good to know, then
why did you present it in the first place?

Why do you lie and misrepresent so much, Michael Pendragon, you little
green monkey boy?

And so it goes.

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On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 21:03:34 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 20:54:52 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 20:30:42 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Mon, 3 Feb 2025 18:43:56 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Mon, 3 Feb 2025 14:22:36 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

General-Zod wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

Faraway Star wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

The official version of this poem.

Yes, that matters.

On y second read of this today, it captures that touch of Bukowski but

is fully a Doc story... superb...
Welcome back, Zod.

I thank... good to be back...!

Great new art, by the way:

https://imgur.com/gallery/hth2PQb

https://imgur.com/gallery/BJgjm9m

I thank

Good morning again old pal.

Has reopening one of your old duplicate threads with the same topic
header made all of the other groups with the same header go away,

I don't control how these threads appear, Pendragon


Both JLA Forums and Nova BBS have some weird things happening that
breaks these threads like this, not me.

Perhaps Retro Guy or the JLA administrator can fix the problem, perhaps
not

The only problem, Donkey, is that you post half a dozen threads with the
same subject.

Your poem is still extremely misogynistic, demeaning and degrading to
women,

I don't think so at all, as I've pointed out earlier, the poem is in the >>> Erotic poetry genre, and the characters are influenced by Beatnik and
1980s new wave and punk rock zeitgeist of those eras.

The poetry is a snapshot from 1982, very different times which you
apparently missed, Pendragon.

Admittedly, I've never groped a young woman 2 minutes after meeting her.

objectifying, insensitive to the nth degree, and utterly beneath
contempt.

Not at all, it's a very accurate depiction of a rock and roll romance
circa early 1980s


I know because I was there, I lived it.

So you sexually assaulted a woman

No, it was all consensual, read the poem.

You do not say that it is consensual in the poem, Donkey.

You leave it up to the reader to decide, based on the events which
you've depicted in your poem's narrative.

you barely knew.

No, we know each other years ago, back in high school.

Good to know.

Absolutely not.

If it is "Absolutely not" good to know this information, then why did
you bring it up in the first place?

Why do you lie and misrepresent so much, Michael Pendragon, you little
green monkey boy?

And so it goes.

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On Thu, 6 Feb 2025 15:46:29 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

Never mind the Harry Lime bullocks, here's the original unedited version
so the readers can decide for themselves:

***

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

***

Again, this poem was written in 1982, during my time in the Atlanta
Georgia New Wave punk rock scene, while also influenced by the earlier Beatnik poets
I was reading at the time, such as Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and
Charles Bukowski among others.

Both styles employed a sort of crude swagger in the tone and content
which I also used in many of my poems.

Again, all apologies to those offended.

HTH and HAND.

Again, the poem presents what can only be considered an act of sexual
assault as a nostalgiac "romantic interlude" from its writer's past.

Any apologies should be unqualified.

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On Thu, 6 Feb 2025 16:20:57 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

Harry Lime continues to lie and misrepresent about my poem, so here's
the original unedited version so the readers can decide for
themselves:

***

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

***

Again, this poem was written in 1982, during my time in the Atlanta
Georgia New Wave punk rock scene, while also influenced by the earlier Beatnik poets
I was reading at the time, such as Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and
Charles Bukowski among others.

Both styles employed a sort of crude swagger in the tone and content
which I also used in many of my poems.

Once again, all apologies to those offended.

And so it goes.

And again, the poem is your attempt to recast what can only be seen as
an act of sexual assault (at least insofar as it's depicted in your
poem) as a "romantic interlude" from you past.

Any apologies should be offered without qualification.

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On Thu, 6 Feb 2025 17:02:38 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Thu, 6 Feb 2025 16:41:38 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Thu, 6 Feb 2025 16:20:57 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

Harry Lime continues to lie and misrepresent about my poem, so here's
the original unedited version so the readers can decide for
themselves:

***

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

***

Again, this poem was written in 1982, during my time in the Atlanta
Georgia New Wave punk rock scene, while also influenced by the earlier
Beatnik poets
I was reading at the time, such as Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and
Charles Bukowski among others.

Both styles employed a sort of crude swagger in the tone and content
which I also used in many of my poems.

Once again, all apologies to those offended.

And so it goes.

And again, the poem is your attempt to recast

Not really.

Read the George Dance critique, since he understands the poem so much
better than you apparently do, Harry:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 21:55:28 +0000, George J. Dance wrote:

Michael Monkey Peabrain aka "HarryLime" wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

Michael Monkey Peabrain aka "HarryLime" wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 17:42:27 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

"HarryLime" wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:

Mummy chunk wrote:

Again, why do you lie and misrepresent so much, monkey boy Michael

Pendragon?

Just curious.

The problem with you is that you lie and misrepresent so much, Michael >>>>>> Pendragon.

That simply isn't true

Of course I don't expect you to admit it, Pendragon.

You know the rules,: PPSFU (Post Proof or Shut the Fuck Up).

Any so-called "misrepresentation" you can find was based on one of
*your* posts.

Oh, so HarryLiar wants proof? Let's look at his next paragraph:

I only know you from what you post here. If you write a poem
based on a "romantic interlude" where you grope a woman you barely knew,

I did know her and I didn't grope her. We kissed and made out a bit. All completely consensual.

That's fine, Donkey. And I have nothing to say about that statement.

However, we are discussing your poem. And your poem casts it in a
completely different light.

A critical reading of your poem makes the following things 100% clear:
you barely knew the girl, she told you she used to think you were gay,
you responded to that by forcing a kiss on her and "put[ting your]
finger to her hole."

You have since explained, and I accept your explanation, that the
"interlude" took place over a longer time period than the 5 minutes
which the narrative implies; and that you made out for a bit (which
included some genital touching).

I'm completely fine with all of that, Donkey.

But that is *NOT* what you wrote in your poem.

You've probably heard this before, but it's worth repeating. Pablo
Picasso was famous for his Cubist paintings wherein people were
presented with grotesquely misshapen bodies (both eyes on the same side
of their face, and such), which made his critics think that he didn't understand the basics of artistic composition. However, nothing could
be farther from the truth. Before experimenting with breaking the rules
of traditional painting, Picasso first mastered them.

By the same token, you need to master the art of English composition
*before* you can set yourself upon breaking its rules (composing poetry
in Stream of Consciousness thought fragments, for example).

When you don't understand even the basics of literary composition,
anything you write is going to turn out as unintelligible -- in the
worst possible way. This almost invariably happens with your poetry,
and "I Met a Girl" is a prime example. Because you stupidly (no other
word really applies) assume that your readers were not only present at
the "event" that took place on May 8, 1982, somewhere in Atlanta, GA,
but that they were privy to your conversations with the unnamed freckled
girl.

You know that you talked for 20 or 40 minutes (possibly even longer),
started kissing (as college age kids often do at parties), and as the
hormones started kicking in, the kissing extended to petting. But your
readers have no means of knowing this.

We only know the specific things your poem tells us:

1) That you dreamt of meeting a girl who you recognized from high
school, but whose name you didn't know.
2) She was a *little* freckled girl who had stepped into your dream
directly from your high school past (which would make her 17 or younger depending on whether she was in your class, or whether she was an underclassman).
3) She told you that she had been living in California, and talked in a "spacey" voice (which sounds as if she had been stoned out of her mind).
4) You talked together in "a really detached situation" -- which is so grammatically incorrect as to have no intelligible meaning. My best
guess (and it's only a guess) is that (partly because she was stoned,
and partly because you barely knew one another) you had little to talk
about, and weren't connecting with one another intellectually.
5) She said that because you were so quiet and shy in high school, that
she thought you had been gay.
6) "At this point," that is, as an immediate reaction to her words, you
"kissed her and put [your] finger to her hole."
7) You then repeat the stanza about here talking "spacey" and about
you're being unable to remember her name -- even though she had told it
to you twice.
8) You then tell the reader that you don't know what made you dream of
her.
9) You say that you'd made a couple of puns about her name (the one you couldn't remember), and that the puns made *you* blush.
10) Now, having awoken from your dream, you just want to find her (i.e.,
stalk some girl you barely knew).

That's a very disturbing poem. And it becomes even more disturbing when
you say that it wasn't a dream, but that it really happened ("I was
there, I lived it.").

After numerous attempts to explain what actually took place, you've
finally reached a point where what actually happened is clear:

1) You were partying with some college age punk rocker types.
2) You met a girl there who you used to see walking around the halls of
your high school (but to whom you were too shy to strike up a
conversation with).
3) You talked awhile, but the conversation was awkward and detached
(possibly because she was stoned).
4) Even though you didn't really connect, you started kissing, because
you were both drunk./stoned at a college party and that's what people do
there.
Eventually you worked your way up to some "heavy petting," but that's
all the farther that it got.
5) Now, 40-some years later, you can no longer remember her name.

The two scenarios are telling *very* different stories. If you knew how
to express yourself clearly, you could have written a poem that would
only have been offensive in its misogynistic tone and in your crudely
referring to her "hole." That, from our discussions, was the poem's
*intended* effect. But again, that is *not* how your poem comes across
-- because you failed to make the events comprising your narrative
clear.

Don't blame me because you don't know how to write.

Learn from the experience and enroll in a basic writing course.

I am not suggest this to belittle you in any way. Rather, it is the
best, and kindest, advice that anyone will ever give to you.

Harry Liar reposted an "edited" poem Will had written over 40 years ago
about a dream he'd had. You reposted part of the poem, snipping the line
about it being a dream, to falsely accuse him of sexual assault.

Here's the thread, so readers can see for themselves:

https://www.novabbs.com/arts/article-flat.php?id=15788&group=rec.arts.poems#15788

Thanks again for reading and commenting, George.

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On Thu, 6 Feb 2025 21:08:43 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 16:07:24 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Mon, 3 Feb 2025 22:15:05 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

On Mon, 3 Feb 2025 19:15:47 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

You were emulating Trump,.

Donald Trump was barely even known on May 8th 1982.

Kudos are in store for our resident Donkey -- for groped women prior to >>>> President Trummp!

Go Donkey!

--

Again, it was simply a poetic depiction romantic Interlude I enjoyed in
my youth.

Again? You had previously said that it was a dream.

Yes, the poem itself is based on a dress I had 43 years ago.

May 8th 1982 to be exact.

Cross dress much, Donkey?

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On Fri, 7 Feb 2025 16:36:18 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Thu, 6 Feb 2025 15:43:26 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 21:03:34 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

General-Zod wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

Faraway Star wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

The official version of this poem.

Yes, that matters.

On y second read of this today, it captures that touch of Bukowski but

is fully a Doc story... superb...
Welcome back, Zod.

I thank... good to be back...!

Great new art, by the way:

https://imgur.com/gallery/hth2PQb

https://imgur.com/gallery/BJgjm9m

I thank

Good morning again old pal.

Has reopening one of your old duplicate threads with the same topic >>>>>> header made all of the other groups with the same header go away,

I don't control how these threads appear, Pendragon


Both JLA Forums and Nova BBS have some weird things happening that
breaks these threads like this, not me.

Perhaps Retro Guy or the JLA administrator can fix the problem, perhaps >>>>> not

The only problem, Donkey, is that you post half a dozen threads with the >>>> same subject.

Your poem is still extremely misogynistic, demeaning and degrading to >>>>>> women,

I don't think so at all, as I've pointed out earlier, the poem is in the >>>>> Erotic poetry genre, and the characters are influenced by Beatnik and >>>>> 1980s new wave and punk rock zeitgeist of those eras.

The poetry is a snapshot from 1982, very different times which you
apparently missed, Pendragon.

Admittedly, I've never groped a young woman 2 minutes after meeting her. >>>>

objectifying, insensitive to the nth degree, and utterly beneath
contempt.

Not at all, it's a very accurate depiction of a rock and roll romance >>>>> circa early 1980s


I know because I was there, I lived it.

So you sexually assaulted a woman

No, it was all consensual, read the poem.

You do not say that it is consensual in the poem

It was very clear it was consensual in the poem.

For example, the girl didn't slap me or yell at me or anything.

😏

You leave it up to the reader to decide, based on the events which
you've depicted in your poem's narrative.

you barely knew.

No, we know each other years ago, back in high school.

Good to know.

Absolutely not.

If it is "Absolutely not" good to know this information, then why did
you bring it up in the first place?

It was a part of the poem.

Okay. Granted. Nothing regarding that piece of offensive twaddle could
ever be considered "good to know."

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On Fri, 7 Feb 2025 16:36:18 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Thu, 6 Feb 2025 15:43:26 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 21:03:34 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

General-Zod wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

Faraway Star wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

The official version of this poem.

Yes, that matters.

On y second read of this today, it captures that touch of Bukowski but

is fully a Doc story... superb...
Welcome back, Zod.

I thank... good to be back...!

Great new art, by the way:

https://imgur.com/gallery/hth2PQb

https://imgur.com/gallery/BJgjm9m

I thank

Good morning again old pal.

Has reopening one of your old duplicate threads with the same topic >>>>>> header made all of the other groups with the same header go away,

I don't control how these threads appear, Pendragon


Both JLA Forums and Nova BBS have some weird things happening that
breaks these threads like this, not me.

Perhaps Retro Guy or the JLA administrator can fix the problem, perhaps >>>>> not

The only problem, Donkey, is that you post half a dozen threads with the >>>> same subject.

Your poem is still extremely misogynistic, demeaning and degrading to >>>>>> women,

I don't think so at all, as I've pointed out earlier, the poem is in the >>>>> Erotic poetry genre, and the characters are influenced by Beatnik and >>>>> 1980s new wave and punk rock zeitgeist of those eras.

The poetry is a snapshot from 1982, very different times which you
apparently missed, Pendragon.

Admittedly, I've never groped a young woman 2 minutes after meeting her. >>>>

objectifying, insensitive to the nth degree, and utterly beneath
contempt.

Not at all, it's a very accurate depiction of a rock and roll romance >>>>> circa early 1980s


I know because I was there, I lived it.

So you sexually assaulted a woman

No, it was all consensual, read the poem.

You do not say that it is consensual in the poem

It was very clear it was consensual in the poem.

For example, the girl didn't slap me or yell at me or anything.

That's another classic quote for the Donkey files!

Of course she didn't slap you, yell, or otherwise resist -- she was
stoned out of her freakin' mind.

Just because you weren't the one who slipped a roofie in her drink,
doesn't mean that you had any right to take advantage of her when in
that state.

And don't try playing innocent about it. You mention, *twice* in your
poem that she looked up at you and "talked real spacey."

You leave it up to the reader to decide, based on the events which
you've depicted in your poem's narrative.

you barely knew.

No, we know each other years ago, back in high school.

Good to know.

Absolutely not.

If it is "Absolutely not" good to know this information, then why did
you bring it up in the first place?

It was a part of the poem.

Donkey, Donkey, Donkey... [shakes head]. You have no idea what I'm
saying, have you?

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On Fri, 7 Feb 2025 21:21:12 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 22:30:29 +0000, George J. Dance wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 21:19:05 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 21:14:42 +0000, George J. Dance wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 18:12:37 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

Here's the original unedited version so the readers can decide for
themselves:

***

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

That's a very strange dream sequence, Will.

***

This poem was written in 1982, during my time in the Atlanta Georgia New >>>>> Wave punk rock scene, while also influenced by the earlier Beatnik poets >>>>> I was reading at the time, such as Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and
Charles Bukowski among others.

It does sound a bit like Bukowski. It actually reminded me most of a
Bukowski wannabe who used to post here, who shall go nameless.

Both styles employed a sort of crude swagger in the tone and content >>>>> which I also used in many of my poems.

All apologies to those offended.

HTH and HAND.

I can't see why anyone in their right mind would be offended by a dream >>>> you had more than 40 years ago; but given some of the people nn the
group these days, it's probably best to cover oneself.

Harry Lime aka Michael Pendragon is apparently in a tizzy over it

Yes. I noticed him writing about it another thread, writing about this
poem, which is what brought me here to check it out in the first place.
He was of course misrepresenting it as a real incident, rather than a
dream you'd written a poem about, hoping no one would come here to check
it.

A typical Lime/Pendragon stunt.

And so it goes.

You've been wavering back and forth about whether it was a dream,
Donkey. You even went so far as to say that you'd "lived it."

As far as I can make out from your garbled quasi-sentences, you had a
real life "romantic interlude" with some girl you recognized from high
school at a punk rock bar in Atlanta. That night you dreamed about the incident.

Not that it matters. You've talked about your sleazy, booze and
drug-fueled lifestyle here hundreds of times. I'm only interested in discussing the events *as depicted in your poem.*

-- Michael Pendragon

“It was very clear it was consensual in the poem.
For example, the girl didn't slap me or yell at me or anything.” – Will Donkey

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On Fri, 7 Feb 2025 15:23:14 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 14:14:16 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 23:08:34 +0000, Will-Dockery wrote:

Anonymous wrote:
On Thursday, May 4, 2017 at 9:40:55 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

Good to see....

Thanks again, as I was telling Mummy Chunk, in 1982 when writing these
poems I
was highly influenced by 1950s Beat poets and 1980s punk rockers.

So please excuse the foul language.

And as I have been explaining to you, it isn't a matter of foul
language.

Your poem depicts you groping

No, not really.

That's not foul language

Yes it is.

Wrong, Donkey.

There is nothing offensive about the actual word.

It is perfectly accepted to say that you dug a hole in the ground, or
that you had an ace in the hole.

Foul language is the term we use for words that are considered
unacceptable regardless of how they are used: "Shit," "Fuck," "Goddamn,"
etc.

Referring to a woman's vagina as a "hole" is considered both offensive
and misogynistic because it objectifies a woman -- treating her as
having value only as a receptacle for a man's sperm.

But the offensive *usage* of a word does not impact upon the word's
inoffensive uses. Therefore, the word itself is not "foul."

And if the word itself is not "foul," you are not using "foul language"
when you employ it.

You are merely using it offensively.

As always, words matter.

Learn what they mean and how to use them correctly.

Michael Pendragon
"I don't pop pills unless there's no other alternative... being drug
free for a few years now, you know."
-- Will Dockery, on being clean and sober… except when he isn't.

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On Sat, 8 Feb 2025 19:28:47 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Sat, 8 Feb 2025 17:56:44 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Fri, 7 Feb 2025 15:23:14 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

Good to see....

Thanks again, as I was telling Mummy Chunk, in 1982 when writing these >>>>> poems I
was highly influenced by 1950s Beat poets and 1980s punk rockers.

So please excuse the foul language.

Referring to a woman's vagina as a "hole" is considered both offensive
and misogynistic

That's why I apologized for the foul language in the poem.

But the *language* (the word "hole") isn't offensive. What's offensive
is how you *used* the word "hole."

So you can't say that you've used "foul language."

Since it's your comment that is offensive (not any of the individual
words that you used in making it), it is your comment, not the
"language" that proved "foul."

The correct way to express it would be "I apologize for my offensive
remark."

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On Wed, 12 Feb 2025 15:01:27 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

On Sun, 9 Feb 2025 14:27:25 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Sun, 9 Feb 2025 14:08:38 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl

By Will Dockery

She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

Edited for effect.

Edited for misrepresentation, you mean.

Not at all. You come across as a major asshole in both versions.

--

In your opinion, you forgot to add.

HTH and HAND.

I should think it was the general consensus. Even your own karaoke band considered the poem to be promoting child molestation (as archived in
the backthread).

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On Wed, 12 Feb 2025 15:46:42 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 12 Feb 2025 15:38:22 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

On Sun, 9 Feb 2025 14:27:25 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Sun, 9 Feb 2025 14:08:38 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl

By Will Dockery

She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

Edited for effect.

Edited for misrepresentation, you mean.

Not at all. You come across as a major asshole in both versions.

--

In your opinion, you forgot to add.

HTH and HAND.

I should think it was the general consensus. Even your own karaoke band

You seem confused, what do you mean by a karaoke band?

We've been over this before, Donkey. When you pay a nominal fee ($5.00
IIRC) to sing a song with the house band at LeGents, you are singing a
form of karaoke.

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On Wed, 12 Feb 2025 15:46:42 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 12 Feb 2025 15:38:22 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

On Sun, 9 Feb 2025 14:27:25 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Sun, 9 Feb 2025 14:08:38 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl

By Will Dockery

She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

Edited for effect.

Edited for misrepresentation, you mean.

Not at all. You come across as a major asshole in both versions.

--

In your opinion, you forgot to add.

HTH and HAND.

I should think it was the general consensus. Even your own karaoke band

You seem confused, what do you mean by a karaoke band?

We've been over this before, Donkey. When you pay a nominal fee ($5.00
IIRC) to sing with the house band at LeGents, you are essentially
singing karaoke. By the same token, a band that charges patrons a
nominal fee to join them on stage to sing with them would be considered
a karaoke band.

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On Wed, 12 Feb 2025 17:50:29 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 12 Feb 2025 16:21:30 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

On Sun, 9 Feb 2025 14:27:25 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl

By Will Dockery

She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

Edited for effect.

Edited for misrepresentation, you mean.

Not at all. You come across as a major asshole in both versions.

--

In your opinion, you forgot to add.

HTH and HAND.

I should think it was the general consensus. Even your own karaoke band >>>

You seem confused, what do you mean by a karaoke band?

We've been over this before, Donkey. When you pay a nominal fee ($5.00

There's no such fee anywhere I know if

IIRC) to sing with the house band at LeGents, you are essentially

You sound confused again.

singing karaoke. By the same token, a band that charges patrons a
nominal fee to join them on stage to sing with them would be considered
a karaoke band.

I suppose so if that was happening anywhere, but it doesn't happen here.

--

I don't know where you're getting this information but it's completely incorrect, Pendragon.

"Michael Pendragon" wrote in message news:[email protected]...

Instead of a DJ and a karaoke machine, the patrons get to sing-along
with
a live band. The Conleys have memorized 100 or so jukebox standards to
choose from. You sign up, pay your $5, and get to pretend that you're a
rock star for a night.

I see your point now that I actually read your post, and it is basically
true, except for the label "karaoke".

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On Wed, 12 Feb 2025 19:49:06 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Wed, 12 Feb 2025 17:50:29 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 12 Feb 2025 16:21:30 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

On Sun, 9 Feb 2025 14:27:25 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl

By Will Dockery

She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

Edited for effect.

Edited for misrepresentation, you mean.

Not at all. You come across as a major asshole in both versions. >>>>>>>
--

In your opinion, you forgot to add.

HTH and HAND.

I should think it was the general consensus. Even your own karaoke band >>>>

You seem confused, what do you mean by a karaoke band?

We've been over this before, Donkey. When you pay a nominal fee ($5.00

There's no such fee anywhere I know if

IIRC) to sing with the house band at LeGents, you are essentially

You sound confused again.

singing karaoke. By the same token, a band that charges patrons a
nominal fee to join them on stage to sing with them would be considered
a karaoke band.

I suppose so if that was happening anywhere, but it doesn't happen here.

--

I don't know where you're getting this information but it's completely
incorrect, Pendragon.

On Jan 12, 2019, 11:30:31 PM "Michael Pendragon" wrote in message news:[email protected]...

Instead of a DJ and a karaoke machine, the patrons get to sing-along
with
a live band. The Conleys have memorized 100 or so jukebox standards to
choose from. You sign up, pay your $5, and get to pretend that you're a
rock star for a night.

Will Donkey replied as follows:

I see your point now that I actually read your post, and it is basically
true, except for the label "karaoke".

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On Thu, 13 Feb 2025 0:20:34 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 12 Feb 2025 19:49:06 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Wed, 12 Feb 2025 17:50:29 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 12 Feb 2025 16:21:30 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

On Sun, 9 Feb 2025 14:27:25 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl

By Will Dockery

She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

Edited for effect.

Edited for misrepresentation, you mean.

Not at all. You come across as a major asshole in both versions. >>>>>>>>
--

In your opinion, you forgot to add.

HTH and HAND.

I should think it was the general consensus. Even your own karaoke band >>>>>

You seem confused, what do you mean by a karaoke band?

We've been over this before, Donkey. When you pay a nominal fee ($5.00 >>>

There's no such fee anywhere I know if

IIRC) to sing with the house band at LeGents, you are essentially

You sound confused again.

singing karaoke. By the same token, a band that charges patrons a
nominal fee to join them on stage to sing with them would be considered >>>> a karaoke band.

I suppose so if that was happening anywhere, but it doesn't happen here. >>>

--

I don't know where you're getting this information but it's completely
incorrect, Pendragon.

"Michael Pendragon" wrote in message
news:[email protected]...

Instead of a DJ and a karaoke machine, the patrons get to sing-along
with
a live band. The Conleys have memorized 100 or so jukebox standards to
choose from. You sign up, pay your $5, and get to pretend that you're a
rock star for a night.

I see your point now that I actually read your post, and it is basically
true, except for the label "karaoke".

--

Definitely karaoke is the wrong word for my performances.

Thanks for posting your correction, Harry.

Call it what you like, but I think most people would say that makes them
a karaoke band.

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On Sat, 15 Feb 2025 20:53:52 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Sat, 15 Feb 2025 19:46:14 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Mon, 10 Feb 2025 6:00:02 +0000, Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:
On Sun, 9 Feb 2025 3:47:35 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

On Sat, 8 Feb 2025 20:17:40 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:
On Sat, 8 Feb 2025 17:56:44 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Fri, 7 Feb 2025 15:23:14 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

Good to see....

Thanks again, as I was telling Mummy Chunk, in 1982 when writing these >>>>> poems I
was highly influenced by 1950s Beat poets and 1980s punk rockers.

So please excuse the foul language.

Referring to a woman's v*gina as a "hole" is considered both

offensive

and misogynistic

That's why I apologized for the foul language in the poem.

But the *language* (the word "hole") isn't offensive

In context it could be to some readers.

In context of the poem, it is most definitely offensive.

However, it is offensive for the reasons that I pointed out above. The >>>> word in and of itself is not offensive.

Words have very specific meanings, Will.

You need to learn how to use them correctly.

When you use a word that doesn't quite mean what you think it means, you >>>> end up saying something that isn't true... or that isn't what you'd
intended to express.

"Hole" is not an example of "foul language."

Your use of "hole" in the poem is extremely offensive. But that

doesn't

make it "foul language."

Foul language is offensive by definition. However, not everything that >>>> is offensive is considered foul language.

IOW the words "foul language" and "offensive language"

are not the same

thing.

If I call you a fat, stupid redneck, I am using language to offend you. >>>> "Fat," "stupid," and "redneck" can all be seen

as offensive words in

this context.

However, "fat," "stupid," and "redneck" are

not examples of "foul

language."

Neither is "hole."

It isn't difficult to learn how to use language correctly. But you
aren't going to learn it by simply picking it up from experience. When >>>> you read a word in an article, a book, or a Usenet post, you can figure >>>> out its meaning from its context. However, this method only provides
you with an approximation of the word's meaning at best.

The fact that you have learned everything you know about writing from
this method is obvious from your posts. Apologizing for having used
"foul language" is *close* to being correct. That is to say, it's

close

enough that others can figure out what you actually mean without much
difficulty.

And while this sort of thing is acceptable in casual, spoken
conversations, it is not acceptable when writing literary works, or
conversing with other writers online.

If you want to be a writer, you need to learn how to write.

If you want people to take you seriously in Usenet and other social
media platforms, you need to learn how to write.

And the only way that you're going to learn how to write is by enrolling >>>> in a series of online courses.

--

Thanks for the advice but I've been writing poetry for over 50 years, so >>> I
know what I'm doing.

Obviously

Exactly:

LOL! Published by your friend, George Dance.

You've never had a *real* publication credit in your life.

Thanks again for asking, Harry.

For asking how many people have called your poetry "unspeakable shit"?

Oh, well... I suppose you're grateful for any attention you receive.

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On Thu, 13 Feb 2025 21:49:17 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 22:30:29 +0000, George J. Dance wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 21:19:05 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 21:14:42 +0000, George J. Dance wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 18:12:37 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

Here's the original unedited version so the readers can decide for >>>>>>> themselves:

***

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

That's a very strange dream sequence, Will.

***

This poem was written in 1982, during my time in the Atlanta Georgia New
Wave punk rock scene, while also influenced by the earlier Beatnik poets
I was reading at the time, such as Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and >>>>>>> Charles Bukowski among others.

It does sound a bit like Bukowski. It actually reminded me most of a >>>>>> Bukowski wannabe who used to post here, who shall go nameless.

Both styles employed a sort of crude swagger in the tone and content >>>>>>> which I also used in many of my poems.

All apologies to those offended.

HTH and HAND.

I can't see why anyone in their right mind would be offended by a dream >>>>>> you had more than 40 years ago; but given some of the people nn the >>>>>> group these days, it's probably best to cover oneself.

Harry Lime aka Michael Pendragon is apparently in a tizzy over it

Yes. I noticed him writing about it another thread, writing about this >>>> poem, which is what brought me here to check it out in the first place. >>>> He was of course misrepresenting it as a real incident, rather than a
dream you'd written a poem about, hoping no one would come here to check >>>> it.

A typical Lime/Pendragon stunt.

And so it goes.

You've been wavering back and forth about whether it was a dream,

Wrong.

The poem itself states it was in a dream.

As far as I can make out

Read the poem, it isn't that difficult.

real life "romantic interlude"

No, read the poem.

It was in a dream.

with some girl you recognized from high
school at a punk rock bar in Atlanta.

Read the poem.

It was in a dream.

That night you dreamed about the
incident

No, I had the dream and wrote down the dream as a poem.

You had also said that you "were there," you "lived it."

Generally, one doesn't apply such words to a dream. However, taking
your functional illiteracy into account, I'll give the benefit of the
doubt on this one.

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On Sat, 15 Feb 2025 21:28:44 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Sat, 15 Feb 2025 21:25:45 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Sat, 15 Feb 2025 20:53:52 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Sat, 15 Feb 2025 19:46:14 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Mon, 10 Feb 2025 6:00:02 +0000, Will-Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:
On Sun, 9 Feb 2025 3:47:35 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

On Sat, 8 Feb 2025 20:17:40 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:
On Sat, 8 Feb 2025 17:56:44 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Fri, 7 Feb 2025 15:23:14 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:
HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

Good to see....

Thanks again, as I was telling Mummy Chunk, in 1982 when writing these >>>>>>> poems I
was highly influenced by 1950s Beat poets and 1980s punk rockers. >>>>>>>
So please excuse the foul language.

Referring to a woman's v*gina as a "hole" is considered both

offensive

and misogynistic

That's why I apologized for the foul language in the poem.

But the *language* (the word "hole") isn't offensive

In context it could be to some readers.

In context of the poem, it is most definitely offensive.

However, it is offensive for the reasons that I pointed out above. The >>>>>> word in and of itself is not offensive.

Words have very specific meanings, Will.

You need to learn how to use them correctly.

When you use a word that doesn't quite mean what you think it means, you >>>>>> end up saying something that isn't true... or that isn't what you'd >>>>>> intended to express.

"Hole" is not an example of "foul language."

Your use of "hole" in the poem is extremely offensive. But that

doesn't

make it "foul language."

Foul language is offensive by definition. However, not everything that >>>>>> is offensive is considered foul language.

IOW the words "foul language" and "offensive language"

are not the same

thing.

If I call you a fat, stupid redneck, I am using language to offend you. >>>>>> "Fat," "stupid," and "redneck" can all be seen

as offensive words in

this context.

However, "fat," "stupid," and "redneck" are

not examples of "foul

language."

Neither is "hole."

It isn't difficult to learn how to use language correctly. But you >>>>>> aren't going to learn it by simply picking it up from experience. When >>>>>> you read a word in an article, a book, or a Usenet post, you can figure >>>>>> out its meaning from its context. However, this method only provides >>>>>> you with an approximation of the word's meaning at best.

The fact that you have learned everything you know about writing from >>>>>> this method is obvious from your posts. Apologizing for having used >>>>>> "foul language" is *close* to being correct. That is to say, it's

close

enough that others can figure out what you actually mean without much >>>>>> difficulty.

And while this sort of thing is acceptable in casual, spoken
conversations, it is not acceptable when writing literary works, or >>>>>> conversing with other writers online.

If you want to be a writer, you need to learn how to write.

If you want people to take you seriously in Usenet and other social >>>>>> media platforms, you need to learn how to write.

And the only way that you're going to learn how to write is by enrolling >>>>>> in a series of online courses.

--

Thanks for the advice but I've been writing poetry for over 50 years, so >>>>> I
know what I'm doing.

Obviously

Exactly:

LOL! Published by your friend, George Dance.

You've never had a *real* publication credit in your life.

Thanks again for asking, Harry.

For asking

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/48808396-selected-poems-1976-2019&ved=2ahUKEwiw14igx8aLAxWQLtAFHabxJGIQFnoECCAQAQ&usg=AOvVaw3xxyq9fiWP8SIo6KuERr4x

Quite a few good reviews of my poetry out there.

Two by Stinky George, one by Danny Barfly, and one by... Will Donkey.

I'm assuming the others are friends of yours as well (Tom Walsh's
"review" is full of personal references).

You're, of course, not a credible source, Harry.

Maybe not... but I'm a literate one.

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On Mon, 17 Feb 2025 17:11:32 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

Good to see....

Thanks again, as I was telling Mummy Chunk, in 1982 when writing these
poems I
was highly influenced by 1950s Beat poets and 1980s punk rockers. >>>>>>>>>
So please excuse the foul language.

Referring to a woman's v*gina as a "hole" is considered both

offensive

and misogynistic

That's why I apologized for the foul language in the poem.

But the *language* (the word "hole") isn't offensive

In context it could be to some readers.

In context of the poem, it is most definitely offensive.

However, it is offensive for the reasons that I pointed out above. The
word in and of itself is not offensive.

Thanks for the advice but I've been writing poetry for over 50 years

Published by your friend, George Dance.

True, I count George Dance among my friends.

Good for you, Donkey. But when your friend publishes your chapbook,
it's the same is if you'd published it yourself.

https://a.co/d/aO2UFsM

*real* publication credit

Another lie

I wrote a monthly column and published poems in Playgrounds Magazine for
over twenty years.

Exactly. You published your own poetry in your column. You didn't
submit your poetry to an editor and have it approved. It is therefore
not considered a valid publication credit.

I don't make the rules, Donkey. I'm just telling you what they are.

Thanks again for asking, Harry.

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/48808396-selected-poems-1976-2019&ved=2ahUKEwiw14igx8aLAxWQLtAFHabxJGIQFnoECCAQAQ&usg=AOvVaw3xxyq9fiWP8SIo6KuERr4x


Quite a few good reviews of my poetry out there.

Two by [Zod], one by [Dan Barfield]

Among others.

Who appear to be friends of yours as well.

You're, of course, not a credible source, Harry.

Maybe not... but I'm a

You're biased and can't be expected to give an honest critique.

No, Donkey, I'm unbiased.

If I were biased, I'd call all of your poetry "unspeakable shit." I
wouldn't still praise "When the Mill Shut Down."

If you write a great poem, I will acknowledge it as such. If you write
a good poem, I will acknowledge it as such. If you write a mediocre
poem, I will acknowledge it as such. If you write a grammatically
competent poem, I will acknowledge it as such. If you write unspeakable
shit (as you usually do), I will either ignore it, or acknowledge it as
such.

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On Mon, 17 Feb 2025 23:42:12 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

George J. Dance wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 21:14:42 +0000, George J. Dance wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 18:12:37 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

Here's the original unedited version so the readers can decide for >>>>>>> themselves:

***

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

That's a very strange dream sequence, Will.

***

This poem was written in 1982, during my time in the Atlanta Georgia New
Wave punk rock scene, while also influenced by the earlier Beatnik poets
I was reading at the time, such as Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and >>>>>>> Charles Bukowski among others.

It does sound a bit like Bukowski. It actually reminded me most of a >>>>>> Bukowski wannabe who used to post here, who shall go nameless.

Both styles employed a sort of crude swagger in the tone and content >>>>>>> which I also used in many of my poems.

All apologies to those offended.

HTH and HAND.

I can't see why anyone in their right mind would be offended by a dream >>>>>> you had more than 40 years ago; but given some of the people nn the >>>>>> group these days, it's probably best to cover oneself.

Harry Lime aka Michael Pendragon is apparently in a tizzy over it

Yes. I noticed him writing about it another thread, writing about this >>>> poem, which is what brought me here to check it out in the first place. >>>> He was of course misrepresenting it as a real incident, rather than a
dream you'd written a poem about, hoping no one would come here to check >>>> it.

Thanks again, George, and bumped, since Michael Pendragon is in a tizzy
trying to bury the post.

Did you share a real life "romantic interlude" with the little freckled
girl or not?

--

No, like the poem states, it was in a dream.

It doesn't matter if it was a dream, Donkey. (Except in the sense that
you wouldn't have had to worry about going to jail.)

It matters that the poem is describing sexual assault as if it's a
perfectly acceptable thing to do.

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On Tue, 18 Feb 2025 21:35:34 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Tue, 18 Feb 2025 13:14:11 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Mon, 17 Feb 2025 23:42:12 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

George J. Dance wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 21:14:42 +0000, George J. Dance wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 18:12:37 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

Here's the original unedited version so the readers can decide for >>>>>>>>> themselves:

***

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

That's a very strange dream sequence, Will.

***

This poem was written in 1982, during my time in the Atlanta Georgia New
Wave punk rock scene, while also influenced by the earlier Beatnik poets
I was reading at the time, such as Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and >>>>>>>>> Charles Bukowski among others.

It does sound a bit like Bukowski. It actually reminded me most of a >>>>>>>> Bukowski wannabe who used to post here, who shall go nameless. >>>>>>>>

Both styles employed a sort of crude swagger in the tone and content >>>>>>>>> which I also used in many of my poems.

All apologies to those offended.

HTH and HAND.

I can't see why anyone in their right mind would be offended by a dream
you had more than 40 years ago; but given some of the people nn the >>>>>>>> group these days, it's probably best to cover oneself.

Harry Lime aka Michael Pendragon is apparently in a tizzy over it >>>>>>>

Yes. I noticed him writing about it another thread, writing about this >>>>>> poem, which is what brought me here to check it out in the first place. >>>>>> He was of course misrepresenting it as a real incident, rather than a >>>>>> dream you'd written a poem about, hoping no one would come here to check >>>>>> it.

Thanks again, George, and bumped, since Michael Pendragon is in a tizzy >>>>> trying to bury the post.

Did you share a real life "romantic interlude" with the little freckled >>>> girl or not?

--

No, like the poem states, it was in a dream.

It doesn't matter if it was a dream

If course it matters.

Dreams are different from reality, don't you agree?

Your poem presents a scenario wherein it is considered not only
acceptable, but a "romantic interlude," for one to aggressively grope
(and finger) the vagina of a "girl" you had just met at a bar.

Whether this scenario took place in real life or in a dream doesn't
alter the fact that it is presented in a positive light within the
narrative of the poem.

-- Michael Pendragon

“It was very clear it was consensual in the poem.
For example, the girl didn't slap me or yell at me or anything.” – Will Donkey

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On Mon, 10 Feb 2025 9:15:55 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 20:54:52 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Tue, 4 Feb 2025 20:30:42 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

Faraway Star wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

The official version of this poem.

Yes, that matters.

On y second read of this today, it captures that touch of Bukowski but

is fully a Doc story... superb...
Welcome back, Zod.

I thank... good to be back...!

Great new art, by the way:

https://imgur.com/gallery/hth2PQb

https://imgur.com/gallery/BJgjm9m

Has reopening xxxxx xxxxx

<Whining snipped>

I don't control how these threads appear, Pendragon


Both JLA Forums and Nova BBS have some weird things happening that
breaks these threads like this, not me.

Perhaps Retro Guy or the JLA administrator can fix the problem, perhaps
not

Your poem is still extremely

I've apologized to those that the crude language might have offended.

I don't think so at all, as I've pointed out earlier, the poem is in the >>> Erotic poetry genre, and the characters are influenced by Beatnik and
1980s new wave and punk rock zeitgeist of those eras.

The poetry is a snapshot from 1982, very different times which you
apparently missed, Pendragon.

objectifying, insensitive

Not at all, it's a very accurate depiction of a rock and roll romance
circa early 1980s

So you sexually assaulted a woman you barely knew

No, Pendragon, again, you're either confused or attempting a lying misrepresentation.

The events in the poem were based on a dream I had in May of 1982.

As I've tried to explain to you at least a dozen times.

And as I've tried to explain to you, your poem depicts a sexual assault
on a "girl" in a positive light.

It doesn't matter if the assault happened in a dream.

Your poem is still presenting it as both acceptible and romantic
behavior.

-- Michael Pendragon

“It was very clear it was consensual in the poem.
For example, the girl didn't slap me or yell at me or anything.” – Will Donkey

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On Wed, 19 Feb 2025 19:09:55 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 19 Feb 2025 18:16:30 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Wed, 19 Feb 2025 16:39:18 +0000, Will-Dockery wrote:

General Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

She smiled sweetly and said don worry..... no no no no no.......

Nice Rolling Stones reference, Zod.

Stinky G must have finally taken his dirtnap

Zod's fine, he just got bored with the lack of action on the poetry newsgroups.

I'll tell him how much y'all need him and maybe he'll come on back soon.

He'll be wasting his time.

At this point, I'm just waiting around to see what George Dance does
when his Creeley book arrives.

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[email protected] (W.Dockery) wrote in news:[email protected]:

On Wed, 19 Feb 2025 13:26:45 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

George J. Dance wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

Here's the original unedited version so the readers can
decide for themselves:

***

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

That's a very strange dream sequence, Will.

***

This poem was written in 1982, during my time in the Atlanta >>>>>>>>>>> Georgia New Wave punk rock scene, while also influenced by >>>>>>>>>>> the earlier Beatnik poets I was reading at the time, such as >>>>>>>>>>> Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Charles Bukowski among
others.

It does sound a bit like Bukowski. It actually reminded me >>>>>>>>>> most of a Bukowski wannabe who used to post here, who shall >>>>>>>>>> go nameless.

Both styles employed a sort of crude swagger in the tone and >>>>>>>>>>> content which I also used in many of my poems.

All apologies to those offended.

HTH and HAND.

I can't see why anyone in their right mind would be offended >>>>>>>>>> by a dream you had more than 40 years ago; but given some of >>>>>>>>>> the people nn the group these days, it's probably best to
cover oneself.

Harry Lime aka Michael Pendragon is apparently in a tizzy over >>>>>>>>> it

Yes. I noticed him writing about it another thread, writing
about this poem, which is what brought me here to check it out >>>>>>>> in the first place. He was of course misrepresenting it as a
real incident, rather than a dream you'd written a poem about, >>>>>>>> hoping no one would come here to check it.

Thanks again, George, and bumped, since Michael Pendragon is in
a tizzy trying to bury the post.

Did you share a real life "romantic interlude" with the little
freckled girl or not?

--

No, like the poem states, it was in a dream.

It doesn't matter if it was a dream

If course it matters.

Dreams are different from reality, don't you agree?

Your poem presents a scenario wherein it is considered not only
acceptable, but a "romantic interlude

In the context of the times, yes

Can you lose an argument any more clumsily, Dreckster?

--
"I've been writing poetry for nearly fifty years, rest assured it's a
poem, Pendragon." - Will Dockery demonstrating why he's a douchebag.

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On Wed, 19 Feb 2025 15:45:16 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 19 Feb 2025 13:30:13 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Mon, 10 Feb 2025 9:15:55 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:

Faraway Star wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

The official version of this poem.

Yes, that matters.

On y second read of this today, it captures that touch of Bukowski but

is fully a Doc story... superb...
Welcome back, Zod.

I thank... good to be back...!

Great new art, by the way:

https://imgur.com/gallery/hth2PQb

https://imgur.com/gallery/BJgjm9m

Has reopening xxxxx xxxxx

<Whining snipped>

I don't control how these threads appear, Pendragon


Both JLA Forums and Nova BBS have some weird things happening that
breaks these threads like this, not me.

Perhaps Retro Guy or the JLA administrator can fix the problem, perhaps >>>>> not

Your poem is still extremely

I've apologized to those that the crude language might have offended.

I don't think so at all, as I've pointed out earlier, the poem is in the >>>>> Erotic poetry genre, and the characters are influenced by Beatnik and >>>>> 1980s new wave and punk rock zeitgeist of those eras.

The poetry is a snapshot from 1982, very different times which you
apparently missed, Pendragon.

objectifying, insensitive

Not at all, it's a very accurate depiction of a rock and roll romance >>>>> circa early 1980s

So you sexually assaulted a woman you barely knew

No, Pendragon, again, you're either confused or attempting a lying
misrepresentation.

The events in the poem were based on a dream I had in May of 1982.

As I've tried to explain to you at least a dozen times.

And as I've tried to explain to you, your poem depicts a sexual assault

That's not true, it was crude (as I've apologized for) but consensual in
the context of the times, 1982.

Need I remind you that I was also dating in 1982, and am fully aware of
the "context" of the times? Groping a girl that you just met in a bar
would have 1) gotten your face slapped, 2) gotten you butt whupped by
the rest of the guys in the bar, and/or 3) gotten you arrested for
sexual assault.

Maybe it was accepted in the underbelly of the "deep South" town you
lived in, but it was certainly *NOT* accepted anywhere else.


-- Michael Pendragon

“It was very clear it was consensual in the poem.
For example, the girl didn't slap me or yell at me or anything.” – Will Donkey

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[email protected] (W.Dockery) wrote in news:[email protected]:

On Wed, 19 Feb 2025 21:11:10 +0000, Cujo DeSockpuppet wrote:

[email protected] (W.Dockery) wrote in
news:[email protected]:

On Wed, 19 Feb 2025 13:26:45 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

George J. Dance wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

Here's the original unedited version so the readers can >>>>>>>>>>>>> decide for themselves:

***

I Met A Girl

I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.

And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.

I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.

All I want to do
is get in contact.

-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

That's a very strange dream sequence, Will.

***

This poem was written in 1982, during my time in the >>>>>>>>>>>>> Atlanta Georgia New Wave punk rock scene, while also >>>>>>>>>>>>> influenced by the earlier Beatnik poets I was reading at >>>>>>>>>>>>> the time, such as Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Charles >>>>>>>>>>>>> Bukowski among others.

It does sound a bit like Bukowski. It actually reminded me >>>>>>>>>>>> most of a Bukowski wannabe who used to post here, who shall >>>>>>>>>>>> go nameless.

Both styles employed a sort of crude swagger in the tone >>>>>>>>>>>>> and content which I also used in many of my poems.

All apologies to those offended.

HTH and HAND.

I can't see why anyone in their right mind would be
offended by a dream you had more than 40 years ago; but >>>>>>>>>>>> given some of the people nn the group these days, it's >>>>>>>>>>>> probably best to cover oneself.

Harry Lime aka Michael Pendragon is apparently in a tizzy >>>>>>>>>>> over it

Yes. I noticed him writing about it another thread, writing >>>>>>>>>> about this poem, which is what brought me here to check it >>>>>>>>>> out in the first place. He was of course misrepresenting it >>>>>>>>>> as a real incident, rather than a dream you'd written a poem >>>>>>>>>> about, hoping no one would come here to check it.

Thanks again, George, and bumped, since Michael Pendragon is >>>>>>>>> in a tizzy trying to bury the post.

Did you share a real life "romantic interlude" with the little >>>>>>>> freckled girl or not?

--

No, like the poem states, it was in a dream.

It doesn't matter if it was a dream

If course it matters.

Dreams are different from reality, don't you agree?

Your poem presents a scenario wherein it is considered not only
acceptable, but a "romantic interlude

In the context of the times, yes

Can you lose an argument any more clumsily

You seem confused, Cujo.

It's not me, it's you, Douchebag. You're always this confused when you
lose to your betters. Pendragon kicked your ass so badly you're in
denial.

Cry harder next time. It attracts even more failures.

--
"I've been writing poetry for nearly fifty years, rest assured it's a
poem, Pendragon." - Will Dockery demonstrating why he's a douchebag.

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