Re: Doctor Who died in Shadowville

"Dennis M. Hammes" wrote:
>
>    Dockery is a psychopath

Writes Dennis Hammes, the blubbering bugfuck who gloats over my imaginary
death.

>    (Why nothing any person seZ about "him" has any effect on "him."

Of course not, since it all amounts to just a pack of fantasy and lies.

-- 
God's Toybox by Will Dockery (words) and Dennis Beck (music)
http://www.myspace.com/shadowvilleallstars

Rob Evans wrote:
>
> Many people would not take pleasure in encouraging you

No, most are too busy taking pleasure in personal attacks and libels...
good
to see you're above all that.

> >Anyway, thanks again for the honest opinion, though your statement
about
> >''cliches and phrases borrowed from other song lyrics'' is a bit off,
as
the
> >example below shows.
>
> The example below with "step into this dream", "games people play",
> "living in another time" shows combined borrowing AND cliches.

As could be said about such lines of yours as ''today was poet's day'',
which more than cliche are just plain /tired/ -dreary- chopped-up-prose,
while such works as your ''Here's Jack'' and ''The Dwarf Under The
Bridge''
are dreary cliche from top to bottom.

My mission is to take what you call ''borrowing'' and ''cliches'', and put
them into a new context, in a fresh approach, as can be seen with the
lines
in context -

Dream Tears

When the mill shut down
we hit the pavement with a thud
then we got up and kept walking.
Some to the workhouse
some to the poorhouse
some to the whorehouse
and the grave.

This battered old shell
looks like a death mask.
Step into this dream
only real to the sleeper.
Like in a dream
where you wake up laughing.

Games people play
all a cool illusion.

> "pulling me back across my tattered brow" is truly original

Agreed.

> in that it is both gibberish and ridiculous

Thanks for the comment, however shallow your thinking may be, Rob.

Dragging pulling me back
across my tattered brow.
Dream--- 
unholy afternoon of dreams.

Lovers are gone
sometimes the door opens.
Mistaken for a human being
a hilarious dream.

> and
>
> miss her every day (apologies for translating into English)

I don't see any change from the original, but okay.

> she won't go away

I went to sleep in another town
dreamed I was living in another time
life's like that sometimes kinda.
Miss her everyday...
she won't go away.

Push the hair out of your eyes
wipe back your tears.
Let the wind blow through
this unholy afternoon of dreams.

Lucky to hear the Pluto girls dance
the ground was glowing.
Would you like to see the dwarf planet split?
With one little karate chop.
Every day...
she won't go away.

-Will Dockery

> You don't write poetry

Sure I do, love it or hate it... and the old canard ''this is not a poem''
could just as easily be pointed back at the dreary chopped-up-prose you
churn out once in a while, as well.

Again, thanks for taking the time to comment and give what passes for
critique on these newsgroups.