On 2022-12-05 5:55 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:42:43 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>> On 2022-12-05 4:47 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
>>> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 4:33:02 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>>>> On 2022-12-03 6:57 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:38:11 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>>>>>> On 2022-12-03 4:21 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 7:41:33 PM UTC, Dennis Rowan wrote:
>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:15:49 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:48:08 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>> Again, excellent poetry, as all apparently agree.
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>> 🙂
>>>>>>>>> It's pathological, not poetic.
>>>>>>>> I like George's poem.
>>>>>>>> It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> We don't see it as a sad poem--rather, it is a revenge poem.
>>>>>> That's a weird take. There's only one person in the poem; who is he
>>>>>> supposed to be taking revenge on?
>>>>> George Dance, George Dance, George Dance! Revenge on the memory of his father in the blasted house of child abuse.
>>>>>
>>>>
>>>> Like I said, weird.
>>>>>>> We don't consider it to be bold either, since the speaker is tentative.
>>>>>> True; the speaker isn't taking any bold actions. I think Dennis was
>>>>>> referring to the subject matter; as we've seen, it can be controversial.
>>>>>>> It is certainly affected, though--the use of parentheses in two places makes it so. George Dance was told in an earlier thread to lose the parentheses, but he did not listen.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>> I listened; I just disagreed.
>>>>> You should have listened again--the asides are too cutesy and break the mood/are off topic.
>>>>
>>>> You can keep repeating your 'advice' if you want. Simple repetition
>>>> doesn't make it any better, in prose any more than in poetry.
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>>>>>>> I read it again.
>>>>>>>> Keep it up, George.
>>>>>>> Why quote George Dance's wife?
>>>>
>>>> Did you forget to sock up, NG? I thought it was fake "George J Dance"
>>>> who wrote about my wife.
>>>
>>> I don't know what's "weird" about it, George.
>> You really don't see anything weird in the idea of destroying an
>> inanimate object to take revenge on one of your memories. Maybe an
>> example would help: Is that something you you do?
>>
>> As it is, I've got to ask: What isn't weird about seeing your own
>> memories as something to can or should be taking 'revenge' on? What
>> isn't weird about thinking, that destroying that object somehow gains
>> you that mysterious 'revenge' (whatever it is)?
>>> The poem ends with the speaker impotently fantasizing about burning> down his abusive father's house.
>> Earth to Bobby: I wrote the poem. Don't pretend to tell me what it says.
>> What it doesn't say is that the speaker (the grown-up boy) wants to take
>> "revenge" on his memory of his father, and thinks that burning down the
>> house is the way to do that. That's your friend's own weird idea, which
>> I'd like you to explain in a way that doesn't make it sound weird. if
>> you can.

>>> Now, if the speaker was talking about literally building a bonfire> on his father's property as revenge, and not burning down the house,well...that would be...weird.

>> OK, so you think that it's weird to think that building a bonfire would
>> be a weird way to take 'revenge' on a memory, but that buying and
>> burning down a house would not be a weird way. You can start by
>> explaining the difference between the two.
>
> If buying and burning down the house isn't what the speaker is fantasizing about then you need to rewrite the last stanza, because that's the way the last stanza reads.

Once again, I know how the last stanza reads; he wants to burn down the
house. we are not discussing that. We are discussing your friend NG's
theory (and now yours too ) that he wants to burn down the house to get
revenge on a memory -- which is not how the last stanza reads, but jsut
something NG came up with.

> And drop the "Bobby" bullshit, I've been nothing but respectful towards you. I'd appreciate a tat for my tit.

It was a reference to your childish behaviour (see above, e.g.). But
I'll try Robert, and we'll see if you can live up to it.

Want to start over? We're discussing your friend NG's idea that burning
down a house is somehow the way to get "revenge" on a memory. You say
you find nothing weird with that. And you've decided that, even though
that idea is nowhere in the poem, it's what the poem is really about.
Please explain.

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 6:22:24 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> On 2022-12-05 6:13 a.m., Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:55:53 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> >> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:42:43 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >>> On 2022-12-05 4:47 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
> >>>> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 4:33:02 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >>>>> On 2022-12-03 6:57 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> >>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:38:11 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >>>>>>> On 2022-12-03 4:21 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> >>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 7:41:33 PM UTC, Dennis Rowan wrote:
> >>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:15:49 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> >>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:48:08 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance wrote:
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> >>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> >>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> >>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> >>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> >>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> >>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> >>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> >>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> >>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> >>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> >>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> >>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> >>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> >>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> >>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> >>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> >>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> >>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> >>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> >>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> >>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> >>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> >>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> >>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> >>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> >>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> >>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> >>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> >>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> Again, excellent poetry, as all apparently agree.
> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> 🙂
> >>>>>>>>>> It's pathological, not poetic.
> >>>>>>>>> I like George's poem.
> >>>>>>>>> It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
> >>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>> We don't see it as a sad poem--rather, it is a revenge poem.
> >>>>>>> That's a weird take. There's only one person in the poem; who is he
> >>>>>>> supposed to be taking revenge on?
> >>>>>> George Dance, George Dance, George Dance! Revenge on the memory of his father in the blasted house of child abuse.
> >>>>>>
> >>>>>
> >>>>> Like I said, weird.
> >>>>>>>> We don't consider it to be bold either, since the speaker is tentative.
> >>>>>>> True; the speaker isn't taking any bold actions. I think Dennis was
> >>>>>>> referring to the subject matter; as we've seen, it can be controversial.
> >>>>>>>> It is certainly affected, though--the use of parentheses in two places makes it so. George Dance was told in an earlier thread to lose the parentheses, but he did not listen.
> >>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>> I listened; I just disagreed.
> >>>>>> You should have listened again--the asides are too cutesy and break the mood/are off topic.
> >>>>>
> >>>>> You can keep repeating your 'advice' if you want. Simple repetition
> >>>>> doesn't make it any better, in prose any more than in poetry.
> >>>
> >>>
> >>>
> >>>
> >>>
> >>>>>>>>> I read it again.
> >>>>>>>>> Keep it up, George.
> >>>>>>>> Why quote George Dance's wife?
> >>>>>
> >>>>> Did you forget to sock up, NG? I thought it was fake "George J Dance"
> >>>>> who wrote about my wife.
> >>>>
> >>>> I don't know what's "weird" about it, George.
> >>> You really don't see anything weird in the idea of destroying an
> >>> inanimate object to take revenge on one of your memories. Maybe an
> >>> example would help: Is that something you you do?
> >>>
> >>> As it is, I've got to ask: What isn't weird about seeing your own
> >>> memories as something to can or should be taking 'revenge' on? What
> >>> isn't weird about thinking, that destroying that object somehow gains
> >>> you that mysterious 'revenge' (whatever it is)?
> >>>> The poem ends with the speaker impotently fantasizing about burning> down his abusive father's house.
> >>> Earth to Bobby: I wrote the poem. Don't pretend to tell me what it says.
> >>> What it doesn't say is that the speaker (the grown-up boy) wants to take
> >>> "revenge" on his memory of his father, and thinks that burning down the
> >>> house is the way to do that. That's your friend's own weird idea, which
> >>> I'd like you to explain in a way that doesn't make it sound weird. if
> >>> you can.
> >>>> Now, if the speaker was talking about literally building a bonfire> on his father's property as revenge, and not burning down the house,well...that would be...weird.
> >>> OK, so you think that it's weird to think that building a bonfire would
> >>> be a weird way to take 'revenge' on a memory, but that buying and
> >>> burning down a house would not be a weird way. You can start by
> >>> explaining the difference between the two.
> >> If buying and burning down the house isn't what the speaker is fantasizing about then you need to rewrite the last stanza, because that's the way the last stanza reads. And drop the "Bobby" bullshit, I've been nothing but respectful towards you. I'd appreciate a tat for my tit.
> >
> > Poetry has the power to heal, and is often used in clinical settings to assist those
> > who have experienced trauma deal with the resulting thoughts and feelings. The
> > objective is to get the experience on paper, as completely and in as much detail as
> > possible, then the writing can be therapeutically examined, assessed and corrected
> > without specific regard for, or judgment of the actions and behaviors depicted in text.
> Corey, your psychiatric reading may even be relevant here. What
> psychiatrist would call that getting "revenge" on a memory? What
> psychiartrist would call burning down a house getting "revenge" on a
> memory? What psychiatrist even talks about getting 'revenge' on
> memories, period?
It's no wonder that you and Will get along so well:
you are peas in a pod.

On 2022-12-05 5:54 a.m., Spam-I-Am wrote:
> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:42:43 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>> On 2022-12-05 4:47 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
>>> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 4:33:02 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>>>> On 2022-12-03 6:57 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:38:11 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>>>>>> On 2022-12-03 4:21 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 7:41:33 PM UTC, Dennis Rowan wrote:
>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:15:49 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:48:08 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>> Again, excellent poetry, as all apparently agree.
>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>> 🙂
>>>>>>>>> It's pathological, not poetic.
>>>>>>>> I like George's poem.
>>>>>>>> It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> We don't see it as a sad poem--rather, it is a revenge poem.
>>>>>> That's a weird take. There's only one person in the poem; who is he
>>>>>> supposed to be taking revenge on?
>>>>> George Dance, George Dance, George Dance! Revenge on the memory of his father in the blasted house of child abuse.
>>>>>
>>>>
>>>> Like I said, weird.
>>>>>>> We don't consider it to be bold either, since the speaker is tentative.
>>>>>> True; the speaker isn't taking any bold actions. I think Dennis was
>>>>>> referring to the subject matter; as we've seen, it can be controversial.
>>>>>>> It is certainly affected, though--the use of parentheses in two places makes it so. George Dance was told in an earlier thread to lose the parentheses, but he did not listen.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>> I listened; I just disagreed.
>>>>> You should have listened again--the asides are too cutesy and break the mood/are off topic.
>>>>
>>>> You can keep repeating your 'advice' if you want. Simple repetition
>>>> doesn't make it any better, in prose any more than in poetry.
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>>>>>>> I read it again.
>>>>>>>> Keep it up, George.
>>>>>>> Why quote George Dance's wife?
>>>>
>>>> Did you forget to sock up, NG? I thought it was fake "George J Dance"
>>>> who wrote about my wife.
>>>
>>> I don't know what's "weird" about it, George.
>> You really don't see anything weird in the idea of destroying an
>> inanimate object to take revenge on one of your memories. Maybe an
>> example would help: Is that something you you do?
>>
>> As it is, I've got to ask: What isn't weird about seeing your own
>> memories as something to can or should be taking 'revenge' on? What
>> isn't weird about thinking, that destroying that object somehow gains
>> you that mysterious 'revenge' (whatever it is)?
>>> The poem ends with the speaker impotently fantasizing about burning> down his abusive father's house.
>> Earth to Bobby: I wrote the poem. Don't pretend to tell me what it says.
>> What it doesn't say is that the speaker (the grown-up boy) wants to take
>> "revenge" on his memory of his father, and thinks that burning down the
>> house is the way to do that. That's your friend's own weird idea, which
>> I'd like you to explain in a way that doesn't make it sound weird. if
>> you can.
>>> Now, if the speaker was talking about literally building a bonfire> on his father's property as revenge, and not burning down the house,well...that would be...weird.
>> OK, so you think that it's weird to think that building a bonfire would
>> be a weird way to take 'revenge' on a memory, but that buying and
>> burning down a house would not be a weird way. You can start by
>> explaining the difference between the two.
>
> I’m having difficulty following the discussion.
> Who really cares who thinks what is weird?
> If the poem’s speaker is purportedly under
> psychiatric care, wouldn’t he be weird too?

Yes, he would. That doe nt mean that NancyGeee or Robert can dream up
whatever weird idea they want and that becomes what the poem is about.
Which is really all they've done by way of poetry explcation here.

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 6:41:51 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> On 2022-12-05 5:54 a.m., Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:42:43 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> On 2022-12-05 4:47 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
> >>> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 4:33:02 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >>>> On 2022-12-03 6:57 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> >>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:38:11 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >>>>>> On 2022-12-03 4:21 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> >>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 7:41:33 PM UTC, Dennis Rowan wrote:
> >>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:15:49 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> >>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:48:08 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance wrote:
> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> >>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> >>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> >>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> >>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> >>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> >>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> >>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> >>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> >>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> >>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> >>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> >>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> >>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> >>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> >>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> >>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> >>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> >>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> >>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> >>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> >>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> >>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> >>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> >>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> >>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> >>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> >>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> >>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> >>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>> Again, excellent poetry, as all apparently agree.
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>> 🙂
> >>>>>>>>> It's pathological, not poetic.
> >>>>>>>> I like George's poem.
> >>>>>>>> It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
> >>>>>>>
> >>>>>>> We don't see it as a sad poem--rather, it is a revenge poem.
> >>>>>> That's a weird take. There's only one person in the poem; who is he
> >>>>>> supposed to be taking revenge on?
> >>>>> George Dance, George Dance, George Dance! Revenge on the memory of his father in the blasted house of child abuse.
> >>>>>
> >>>>
> >>>> Like I said, weird.
> >>>>>>> We don't consider it to be bold either, since the speaker is tentative.
> >>>>>> True; the speaker isn't taking any bold actions. I think Dennis was
> >>>>>> referring to the subject matter; as we've seen, it can be controversial.
> >>>>>>> It is certainly affected, though--the use of parentheses in two places makes it so. George Dance was told in an earlier thread to lose the parentheses, but he did not listen.
> >>>>>>>
> >>>>>> I listened; I just disagreed.
> >>>>> You should have listened again--the asides are too cutesy and break the mood/are off topic.
> >>>>
> >>>> You can keep repeating your 'advice' if you want. Simple repetition
> >>>> doesn't make it any better, in prose any more than in poetry.
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >>>>>>>> I read it again.
> >>>>>>>> Keep it up, George.
> >>>>>>> Why quote George Dance's wife?
> >>>>
> >>>> Did you forget to sock up, NG? I thought it was fake "George J Dance"
> >>>> who wrote about my wife.
> >>>
> >>> I don't know what's "weird" about it, George.
> >> You really don't see anything weird in the idea of destroying an
> >> inanimate object to take revenge on one of your memories. Maybe an
> >> example would help: Is that something you you do?
> >>
> >> As it is, I've got to ask: What isn't weird about seeing your own
> >> memories as something to can or should be taking 'revenge' on? What
> >> isn't weird about thinking, that destroying that object somehow gains
> >> you that mysterious 'revenge' (whatever it is)?
> >>> The poem ends with the speaker impotently fantasizing about burning> down his abusive father's house.
> >> Earth to Bobby: I wrote the poem. Don't pretend to tell me what it says.
> >> What it doesn't say is that the speaker (the grown-up boy) wants to take
> >> "revenge" on his memory of his father, and thinks that burning down the
> >> house is the way to do that. That's your friend's own weird idea, which
> >> I'd like you to explain in a way that doesn't make it sound weird. if
> >> you can.
> >>> Now, if the speaker was talking about literally building a bonfire> on his father's property as revenge, and not burning down the house,well...that would be...weird.
> >> OK, so you think that it's weird to think that building a bonfire would
> >> be a weird way to take 'revenge' on a memory, but that buying and
> >> burning down a house would not be a weird way. You can start by
> >> explaining the difference between the two.
> >
> > I’m having difficulty following the discussion.
> > Who really cares who thinks what is weird?
> > If the poem’s speaker is purportedly under
> > psychiatric care, wouldn’t he be weird too?
> Yes, he would. That doe nt mean that NancyGeee or Robert can dream up
> whatever weird idea they want and that becomes what the poem is about.
> Which is really all they've done by way of poetry explcation here.
Alright, give me your interpretation of the last stanza.

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 6:41:51 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> On 2022-12-05 5:54 a.m., Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:42:43 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> On 2022-12-05 4:47 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
> >>> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 4:33:02 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >>>> On 2022-12-03 6:57 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> >>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:38:11 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >>>>>> On 2022-12-03 4:21 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> >>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 7:41:33 PM UTC, Dennis Rowan wrote:
> >>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:15:49 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> >>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:48:08 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance wrote:
> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> >>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> >>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> >>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> >>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> >>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> >>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> >>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> >>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> >>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> >>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> >>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> >>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> >>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> >>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> >>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> >>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> >>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> >>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> >>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> >>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> >>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> >>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> >>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> >>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> >>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> >>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> >>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> >>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> >>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>> Again, excellent poetry, as all apparently agree.
> >>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>> 🙂
> >>>>>>>>> It's pathological, not poetic.
> >>>>>>>> I like George's poem.
> >>>>>>>> It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
> >>>>>>>
> >>>>>>> We don't see it as a sad poem--rather, it is a revenge poem.
> >>>>>> That's a weird take. There's only one person in the poem; who is he
> >>>>>> supposed to be taking revenge on?
> >>>>> George Dance, George Dance, George Dance! Revenge on the memory of his father in the blasted house of child abuse.
> >>>>>
> >>>>
> >>>> Like I said, weird.
> >>>>>>> We don't consider it to be bold either, since the speaker is tentative.
> >>>>>> True; the speaker isn't taking any bold actions. I think Dennis was
> >>>>>> referring to the subject matter; as we've seen, it can be controversial.
> >>>>>>> It is certainly affected, though--the use of parentheses in two places makes it so. George Dance was told in an earlier thread to lose the parentheses, but he did not listen.
> >>>>>>>
> >>>>>> I listened; I just disagreed.
> >>>>> You should have listened again--the asides are too cutesy and break the mood/are off topic.
> >>>>
> >>>> You can keep repeating your 'advice' if you want. Simple repetition
> >>>> doesn't make it any better, in prose any more than in poetry.
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >>>>>>>> I read it again.
> >>>>>>>> Keep it up, George.
> >>>>>>> Why quote George Dance's wife?
> >>>>
> >>>> Did you forget to sock up, NG? I thought it was fake "George J Dance"
> >>>> who wrote about my wife.
> >>>
> >>> I don't know what's "weird" about it, George.
> >> You really don't see anything weird in the idea of destroying an
> >> inanimate object to take revenge on one of your memories. Maybe an
> >> example would help: Is that something you you do?
> >>
> >> As it is, I've got to ask: What isn't weird about seeing your own
> >> memories as something to can or should be taking 'revenge' on? What
> >> isn't weird about thinking, that destroying that object somehow gains
> >> you that mysterious 'revenge' (whatever it is)?
> >>> The poem ends with the speaker impotently fantasizing about burning> down his abusive father's house.
> >> Earth to Bobby: I wrote the poem. Don't pretend to tell me what it says.
> >> What it doesn't say is that the speaker (the grown-up boy) wants to take
> >> "revenge" on his memory of his father, and thinks that burning down the
> >> house is the way to do that. That's your friend's own weird idea, which
> >> I'd like you to explain in a way that doesn't make it sound weird. if
> >> you can.
> >>> Now, if the speaker was talking about literally building a bonfire> on his father's property as revenge, and not burning down the house,well...that would be...weird.
> >> OK, so you think that it's weird to think that building a bonfire would
> >> be a weird way to take 'revenge' on a memory, but that buying and
> >> burning down a house would not be a weird way. You can start by
> >> explaining the difference between the two.
> >
> > I’m having difficulty following the discussion.
> > Who really cares who thinks what is weird?
> > If the poem’s speaker is purportedly under
> > psychiatric care, wouldn’t he be weird too?
> Yes, he would. That doe nt mean that NancyGeee or Robert can dream up
> whatever weird idea they want and that becomes what the poem is about.
> Which is really all they've done by way of poetry explcation here.
The only other interpretation that I can come up with is that the speaker metaphorically wishes to cast a bright, burning light on the abuse that he suffered.

On 2022-12-05 6:45 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 6:41:51 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>> On 2022-12-05 5:54 a.m., Spam-I-Am wrote:
>>> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:42:43 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>>>> On 2022-12-05 4:47 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
>>>>> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 4:33:02 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>>>>>> On 2022-12-03 6:57 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:38:11 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>>>>>>>> On 2022-12-03 4:21 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 7:41:33 PM UTC, Dennis Rowan wrote:
>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:15:49 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:48:08 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>> Again, excellent poetry, as all apparently agree.
>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>>>>> 🙂
>>>>>>>>>>> It's pathological, not poetic.
>>>>>>>>>> I like George's poem.
>>>>>>>>>> It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>>> We don't see it as a sad poem--rather, it is a revenge poem.
>>>>>>>> That's a weird take. There's only one person in the poem; who is he
>>>>>>>> supposed to be taking revenge on?
>>>>>>> George Dance, George Dance, George Dance! Revenge on the memory of his father in the blasted house of child abuse.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Like I said, weird.
>>>>>>>>> We don't consider it to be bold either, since the speaker is tentative.
>>>>>>>> True; the speaker isn't taking any bold actions. I think Dennis was
>>>>>>>> referring to the subject matter; as we've seen, it can be controversial.
>>>>>>>>> It is certainly affected, though--the use of parentheses in two places makes it so. George Dance was told in an earlier thread to lose the parentheses, but he did not listen.
>>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> I listened; I just disagreed.
>>>>>>> You should have listened again--the asides are too cutesy and break the mood/are off topic.
>>>>>>
>>>>>> You can keep repeating your 'advice' if you want. Simple repetition
>>>>>> doesn't make it any better, in prose any more than in poetry.
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>>>>>>> I read it again.
>>>>>>>>>> Keep it up, George.
>>>>>>>>> Why quote George Dance's wife?
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Did you forget to sock up, NG? I thought it was fake "George J Dance"
>>>>>> who wrote about my wife.
>>>>>
>>>>> I don't know what's "weird" about it, George.
>>>> You really don't see anything weird in the idea of destroying an
>>>> inanimate object to take revenge on one of your memories. Maybe an
>>>> example would help: Is that something you you do?
>>>>
>>>> As it is, I've got to ask: What isn't weird about seeing your own
>>>> memories as something to can or should be taking 'revenge' on? What
>>>> isn't weird about thinking, that destroying that object somehow gains
>>>> you that mysterious 'revenge' (whatever it is)?
>>>>> The poem ends with the speaker impotently fantasizing about burning> down his abusive father's house.
>>>> Earth to Bobby: I wrote the poem. Don't pretend to tell me what it says.
>>>> What it doesn't say is that the speaker (the grown-up boy) wants to take
>>>> "revenge" on his memory of his father, and thinks that burning down the
>>>> house is the way to do that. That's your friend's own weird idea, which
>>>> I'd like you to explain in a way that doesn't make it sound weird. if
>>>> you can.
>>>>> Now, if the speaker was talking about literally building a bonfire> on his father's property as revenge, and not burning down the house,well...that would be...weird.
>>>> OK, so you think that it's weird to think that building a bonfire would
>>>> be a weird way to take 'revenge' on a memory, but that buying and
>>>> burning down a house would not be a weird way. You can start by
>>>> explaining the difference between the two.
>>>
>>> I’m having difficulty following the discussion.
>>> Who really cares who thinks what is weird?
>>> If the poem’s speaker is purportedly under
>>> psychiatric care, wouldn’t he be weird too?
>> Yes, he would. That doe nt mean that NancyGeee or Robert can dream up
>> whatever weird idea they want and that becomes what the poem is about.
>> Which is really all they've done by way of poetry explcation here.

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 6:55:17 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> On 2022-12-05 6:45 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 6:41:51 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> On 2022-12-05 5:54 a.m., Spam-I-Am wrote:
> >>> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:42:43 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >>>> On 2022-12-05 4:47 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
> >>>>> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 4:33:02 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >>>>>> On 2022-12-03 6:57 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> >>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:38:11 PM UTC, george...@yahoo..ca wrote:
> >>>>>>>> On 2022-12-03 4:21 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> >>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 7:41:33 PM UTC, Dennis Rowan wrote:
> >>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:15:49 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> >>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:48:08 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance wrote:
> >>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>> Again, excellent poetry, as all apparently agree.
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>> 🙂
> >>>>>>>>>>> It's pathological, not poetic.
> >>>>>>>>>> I like George's poem.
> >>>>>>>>>> It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
> >>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>> We don't see it as a sad poem--rather, it is a revenge poem.
> >>>>>>>> That's a weird take. There's only one person in the poem; who is he
> >>>>>>>> supposed to be taking revenge on?
> >>>>>>> George Dance, George Dance, George Dance! Revenge on the memory of his father in the blasted house of child abuse.
> >>>>>>>
> >>>>>>
> >>>>>> Like I said, weird.
> >>>>>>>>> We don't consider it to be bold either, since the speaker is tentative.
> >>>>>>>> True; the speaker isn't taking any bold actions. I think Dennis was
> >>>>>>>> referring to the subject matter; as we've seen, it can be controversial.
> >>>>>>>>> It is certainly affected, though--the use of parentheses in two places makes it so. George Dance was told in an earlier thread to lose the parentheses, but he did not listen.
> >>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>> I listened; I just disagreed.
> >>>>>>> You should have listened again--the asides are too cutesy and break the mood/are off topic.
> >>>>>>
> >>>>>> You can keep repeating your 'advice' if you want. Simple repetition
> >>>>>> doesn't make it any better, in prose any more than in poetry.
> >>>>
> >>>>
> >>>>
> >>>>
> >>>>
> >>>>>>>>>> I read it again.
> >>>>>>>>>> Keep it up, George.
> >>>>>>>>> Why quote George Dance's wife?
> >>>>>>
> >>>>>> Did you forget to sock up, NG? I thought it was fake "George J Dance"
> >>>>>> who wrote about my wife.
> >>>>>
> >>>>> I don't know what's "weird" about it, George.
> >>>> You really don't see anything weird in the idea of destroying an
> >>>> inanimate object to take revenge on one of your memories. Maybe an
> >>>> example would help: Is that something you you do?
> >>>>
> >>>> As it is, I've got to ask: What isn't weird about seeing your own
> >>>> memories as something to can or should be taking 'revenge' on? What
> >>>> isn't weird about thinking, that destroying that object somehow gains
> >>>> you that mysterious 'revenge' (whatever it is)?
> >>>>> The poem ends with the speaker impotently fantasizing about burning> down his abusive father's house.
> >>>> Earth to Bobby: I wrote the poem. Don't pretend to tell me what it says.
> >>>> What it doesn't say is that the speaker (the grown-up boy) wants to take
> >>>> "revenge" on his memory of his father, and thinks that burning down the
> >>>> house is the way to do that. That's your friend's own weird idea, which
> >>>> I'd like you to explain in a way that doesn't make it sound weird. if
> >>>> you can.
> >>>>> Now, if the speaker was talking about literally building a bonfire> on his father's property as revenge, and not burning down the house,well....that would be...weird.
> >>>> OK, so you think that it's weird to think that building a bonfire would
> >>>> be a weird way to take 'revenge' on a memory, but that buying and
> >>>> burning down a house would not be a weird way. You can start by
> >>>> explaining the difference between the two.
> >>>
> >>> I’m having difficulty following the discussion.
> >>> Who really cares who thinks what is weird?
> >>> If the poem’s speaker is purportedly under
> >>> psychiatric care, wouldn’t he be weird too?
> >> Yes, he would. That doe nt mean that NancyGeee or Robert can dream up
> >> whatever weird idea they want and that becomes what the poem is about.
> >> Which is really all they've done by way of poetry explcation here.
>
> > Alright, give me your interpretation of the last stanza.
> Fair enough; and then we can compare interpretations.
>
> I'd like to explain that last stanza in context of the poem as a whole.
> The "house" is a conceit (extended metaphor) for the memories in
> speaker's mind, and walking through the each room of the house is a
> metaphor for mentally revisiting that particular memory. His wish to
> burn down the house, in the last stanza, is a wish to be rid of those
> memories.

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 6:55:17 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> On 2022-12-05 6:45 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 6:41:51 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> On 2022-12-05 5:54 a.m., Spam-I-Am wrote:
> >>> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:42:43 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >>>> On 2022-12-05 4:47 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
> >>>>> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 4:33:02 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >>>>>> On 2022-12-03 6:57 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> >>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:38:11 PM UTC, george...@yahoo..ca wrote:
> >>>>>>>> On 2022-12-03 4:21 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> >>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 7:41:33 PM UTC, Dennis Rowan wrote:
> >>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:15:49 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> >>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:48:08 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance wrote:
> >>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> >>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>> Again, excellent poetry, as all apparently agree.
> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>>>>> 🙂
> >>>>>>>>>>> It's pathological, not poetic.
> >>>>>>>>>> I like George's poem.
> >>>>>>>>>> It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
> >>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>> We don't see it as a sad poem--rather, it is a revenge poem.
> >>>>>>>> That's a weird take. There's only one person in the poem; who is he
> >>>>>>>> supposed to be taking revenge on?
> >>>>>>> George Dance, George Dance, George Dance! Revenge on the memory of his father in the blasted house of child abuse.
> >>>>>>>
> >>>>>>
> >>>>>> Like I said, weird.
> >>>>>>>>> We don't consider it to be bold either, since the speaker is tentative.
> >>>>>>>> True; the speaker isn't taking any bold actions. I think Dennis was
> >>>>>>>> referring to the subject matter; as we've seen, it can be controversial.
> >>>>>>>>> It is certainly affected, though--the use of parentheses in two places makes it so. George Dance was told in an earlier thread to lose the parentheses, but he did not listen.
> >>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>> I listened; I just disagreed.
> >>>>>>> You should have listened again--the asides are too cutesy and break the mood/are off topic.
> >>>>>>
> >>>>>> You can keep repeating your 'advice' if you want. Simple repetition
> >>>>>> doesn't make it any better, in prose any more than in poetry.
> >>>>
> >>>>
> >>>>
> >>>>
> >>>>
> >>>>>>>>>> I read it again.
> >>>>>>>>>> Keep it up, George.
> >>>>>>>>> Why quote George Dance's wife?
> >>>>>>
> >>>>>> Did you forget to sock up, NG? I thought it was fake "George J Dance"
> >>>>>> who wrote about my wife.
> >>>>>
> >>>>> I don't know what's "weird" about it, George.
> >>>> You really don't see anything weird in the idea of destroying an
> >>>> inanimate object to take revenge on one of your memories. Maybe an
> >>>> example would help: Is that something you you do?
> >>>>
> >>>> As it is, I've got to ask: What isn't weird about seeing your own
> >>>> memories as something to can or should be taking 'revenge' on? What
> >>>> isn't weird about thinking, that destroying that object somehow gains
> >>>> you that mysterious 'revenge' (whatever it is)?
> >>>>> The poem ends with the speaker impotently fantasizing about burning> down his abusive father's house.
> >>>> Earth to Bobby: I wrote the poem. Don't pretend to tell me what it says.
> >>>> What it doesn't say is that the speaker (the grown-up boy) wants to take
> >>>> "revenge" on his memory of his father, and thinks that burning down the
> >>>> house is the way to do that. That's your friend's own weird idea, which
> >>>> I'd like you to explain in a way that doesn't make it sound weird. if
> >>>> you can.
> >>>>> Now, if the speaker was talking about literally building a bonfire> on his father's property as revenge, and not burning down the house,well....that would be...weird.
> >>>> OK, so you think that it's weird to think that building a bonfire would
> >>>> be a weird way to take 'revenge' on a memory, but that buying and
> >>>> burning down a house would not be a weird way. You can start by
> >>>> explaining the difference between the two.
> >>>
> >>> I’m having difficulty following the discussion.
> >>> Who really cares who thinks what is weird?
> >>> If the poem’s speaker is purportedly under
> >>> psychiatric care, wouldn’t he be weird too?
> >> Yes, he would. That doe nt mean that NancyGeee or Robert can dream up
> >> whatever weird idea they want and that becomes what the poem is about.
> >> Which is really all they've done by way of poetry explcation here.
>
> > Alright, give me your interpretation of the last stanza.
> Fair enough; and then we can compare interpretations.
>
> I'd like to explain that last stanza in context of the poem as a whole.
> The "house" is a conceit (extended metaphor) for the memories in
> speaker's mind, and walking through the each room of the house is a
> metaphor for mentally revisiting that particular memory. His wish to
> burn down the house, in the last stanza, is a wish to be rid of those
> memories.

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 7:00:25 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 6:55:17 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > On 2022-12-05 6:45 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
> > > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 6:41:51 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >> On 2022-12-05 5:54 a.m., Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > >>> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:42:43 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >>>> On 2022-12-05 4:47 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
> > >>>>> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 4:33:02 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >>>>>> On 2022-12-03 6:57 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> > >>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:38:11 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >>>>>>>> On 2022-12-03 4:21 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> > >>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 7:41:33 PM UTC, Dennis Rowan wrote:
> > >>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:15:49 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > >>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:48:08 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > >>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance wrote:
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>>>>>> Again, excellent poetry, as all apparently agree.
> > >>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>>>>>> 🙂
> > >>>>>>>>>>> It's pathological, not poetic.
> > >>>>>>>>>> I like George's poem.
> > >>>>>>>>>> It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
> > >>>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>>> We don't see it as a sad poem--rather, it is a revenge poem.
> > >>>>>>>> That's a weird take. There's only one person in the poem; who is he
> > >>>>>>>> supposed to be taking revenge on?
> > >>>>>>> George Dance, George Dance, George Dance! Revenge on the memory of his father in the blasted house of child abuse.
> > >>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>
> > >>>>>> Like I said, weird.
> > >>>>>>>>> We don't consider it to be bold either, since the speaker is tentative.
> > >>>>>>>> True; the speaker isn't taking any bold actions. I think Dennis was
> > >>>>>>>> referring to the subject matter; as we've seen, it can be controversial.
> > >>>>>>>>> It is certainly affected, though--the use of parentheses in two places makes it so. George Dance was told in an earlier thread to lose the parentheses, but he did not listen.
> > >>>>>>>>>
> > >>>>>>>> I listened; I just disagreed.
> > >>>>>>> You should have listened again--the asides are too cutesy and break the mood/are off topic.
> > >>>>>>
> > >>>>>> You can keep repeating your 'advice' if you want. Simple repetition
> > >>>>>> doesn't make it any better, in prose any more than in poetry.
> > >>>>
> > >>>>
> > >>>>
> > >>>>
> > >>>>
> > >>>>>>>>>> I read it again.
> > >>>>>>>>>> Keep it up, George.
> > >>>>>>>>> Why quote George Dance's wife?
> > >>>>>>
> > >>>>>> Did you forget to sock up, NG? I thought it was fake "George J Dance"
> > >>>>>> who wrote about my wife.
> > >>>>>
> > >>>>> I don't know what's "weird" about it, George.
> > >>>> You really don't see anything weird in the idea of destroying an
> > >>>> inanimate object to take revenge on one of your memories. Maybe an
> > >>>> example would help: Is that something you you do?
> > >>>>
> > >>>> As it is, I've got to ask: What isn't weird about seeing your own
> > >>>> memories as something to can or should be taking 'revenge' on? What
> > >>>> isn't weird about thinking, that destroying that object somehow gains
> > >>>> you that mysterious 'revenge' (whatever it is)?
> > >>>>> The poem ends with the speaker impotently fantasizing about burning> down his abusive father's house.
> > >>>> Earth to Bobby: I wrote the poem. Don't pretend to tell me what it says.
> > >>>> What it doesn't say is that the speaker (the grown-up boy) wants to take
> > >>>> "revenge" on his memory of his father, and thinks that burning down the
> > >>>> house is the way to do that. That's your friend's own weird idea, which
> > >>>> I'd like you to explain in a way that doesn't make it sound weird. if
> > >>>> you can.
> > >>>>> Now, if the speaker was talking about literally building a bonfire> on his father's property as revenge, and not burning down the house,well....that would be...weird.
> > >>>> OK, so you think that it's weird to think that building a bonfire would
> > >>>> be a weird way to take 'revenge' on a memory, but that buying and
> > >>>> burning down a house would not be a weird way. You can start by
> > >>>> explaining the difference between the two.
> > >>>
> > >>> I’m having difficulty following the discussion.
> > >>> Who really cares who thinks what is weird?
> > >>> If the poem’s speaker is purportedly under
> > >>> psychiatric care, wouldn’t he be weird too?
> > >> Yes, he would. That doe nt mean that NancyGeee or Robert can dream up
> > >> whatever weird idea they want and that becomes what the poem is about.
> > >> Which is really all they've done by way of poetry explcation here.
> >
> > > Alright, give me your interpretation of the last stanza.
> > Fair enough; and then we can compare interpretations.
> >
> > I'd like to explain that last stanza in context of the poem as a whole.
> > The "house" is a conceit (extended metaphor) for the memories in
> > speaker's mind, and walking through the each room of the house is a
> > metaphor for mentally revisiting that particular memory. His wish to
> > burn down the house, in the last stanza, is a wish to be rid of those
> > memories.
> I am not your principle,
> and I can’t make you learn,
> but memories aren’t combustible.
> They simply won’t burn.

Robert Burrows wrote:

> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 6:22:24 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>> On 2022-12-05 6:13 a.m., Spam-I-Am wrote:
>> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:55:53 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
>> >> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:42:43 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>> >>> On 2022-12-05 4:47 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
>> >>>> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 4:33:02 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>> >>>>> On 2022-12-03 6:57 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
>> >>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:38:11 PM UTC, george...@yahoo..ca wrote:
>> >>>>>>> On 2022-12-03 4:21 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
>> >>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 7:41:33 PM UTC, Dennis Rowan wrote:
>> >>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:15:49 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
>> >>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:48:08 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> >>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance wrote:
>> >>>>>>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
>> >>>>>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
>> >>>>>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
>> >>>>>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
>> >>>>>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
>> >>>>>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
>> >>>>>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
>> >>>>>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
>> >>>>>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
>> >>>>>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
>> >>>>>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
>> >>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
>> >>>>>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>>>> Again, excellent poetry, as all apparently agree.
>> >>>>>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>>>> 🙂
>> >>>>>>>>>> It's pathological, not poetic.
>> >>>>>>>>> I like George's poem.
>> >>>>>>>>> It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
>> >>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>> We don't see it as a sad poem--rather, it is a revenge poem.
>> >>>>>>> That's a weird take. There's only one person in the poem; who is he
>> >>>>>>> supposed to be taking revenge on?
>> >>>>>> George Dance, George Dance, George Dance! Revenge on the memory of his father in the blasted house of child abuse.
>> >>>>>>
>> >>>>>
>> >>>>> Like I said, weird.
>> >>>>>>>> We don't consider it to be bold either, since the speaker is tentative.
>> >>>>>>> True; the speaker isn't taking any bold actions. I think Dennis was
>> >>>>>>> referring to the subject matter; as we've seen, it can be controversial.
>> >>>>>>>> It is certainly affected, though--the use of parentheses in two places makes it so. George Dance was told in an earlier thread to lose the parentheses, but he did not listen.
>> >>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>> I listened; I just disagreed.
>> >>>>>> You should have listened again--the asides are too cutesy and break the mood/are off topic.
>> >>>>>
>> >>>>> You can keep repeating your 'advice' if you want. Simple repetition
>> >>>>> doesn't make it any better, in prose any more than in poetry.
>> >>>
>> >>>
>> >>>
>> >>>
>> >>>
>> >>>>>>>>> I read it again.
>> >>>>>>>>> Keep it up, George.
>> >>>>>>>> Why quote George Dance's wife?
>> >>>>>
>> >>>>> Did you forget to sock up, NG? I thought it was fake "George J Dance"
>> >>>>> who wrote about my wife.
>> >>>>
>> >>>> I don't know what's "weird" about it, George.
>> >>> You really don't see anything weird in the idea of destroying an
>> >>> inanimate object to take revenge on one of your memories. Maybe an
>> >>> example would help: Is that something you you do?
>> >>>
>> >>> As it is, I've got to ask: What isn't weird about seeing your own
>> >>> memories as something to can or should be taking 'revenge' on? What
>> >>> isn't weird about thinking, that destroying that object somehow gains
>> >>> you that mysterious 'revenge' (whatever it is)?
>> >>>> The poem ends with the speaker impotently fantasizing about burning> down his abusive father's house.
>> >>> Earth to Bobby: I wrote the poem. Don't pretend to tell me what it says.
>> >>> What it doesn't say is that the speaker (the grown-up boy) wants to take
>> >>> "revenge" on his memory of his father, and thinks that burning down the
>> >>> house is the way to do that. That's your friend's own weird idea, which
>> >>> I'd like you to explain in a way that doesn't make it sound weird. if
>> >>> you can.
>> >>>> Now, if the speaker was talking about literally building a bonfire> on his father's property as revenge, and not burning down the house,well....that would be...weird.
>> >>> OK, so you think that it's weird to think that building a bonfire would
>> >>> be a weird way to take 'revenge' on a memory, but that buying and
>> >>> burning down a house would not be a weird way. You can start by
>> >>> explaining the difference between the two.
>> >> If buying and burning down the house isn't what the speaker is fantasizing about then you need to rewrite the last stanza, because that's the way the last stanza reads. And drop the "Bobby" bullshit, I've been nothing but respectful towards you. I'd appreciate a tat for my tit.
>> >
>> > Poetry has the power to heal, and is often used in clinical settings to assist those
>> > who have experienced trauma deal with the resulting thoughts and feelings. The
>> > objective is to get the experience on paper, as completely and in as much detail as
>> > possible, then the writing can be therapeutically examined, assessed and corrected
>> > without specific regard for, or judgment of the actions and behaviors depicted in text.
>> Corey, your psychiatric reading may even be relevant here. What
>> psychiatrist would call that getting "revenge" on a memory? What
>> psychiartrist would call burning down a house getting "revenge" on a
>> memory? What psychiatrist even talks about getting 'revenge' on
>> memories, period?
> It's no wonder that you and Will get along so well:
> you are peas in a pod.

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 7:31:15 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Robert Burrows wrote:
>
> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 6:22:24 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> On 2022-12-05 6:13 a.m., Spam-I-Am wrote:
> >> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:55:53 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> >> >> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:42:43 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> >>> On 2022-12-05 4:47 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
> >> >>>> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 4:33:02 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> >>>>> On 2022-12-03 6:57 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> >> >>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:38:11 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> >>>>>>> On 2022-12-03 4:21 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> >> >>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 7:41:33 PM UTC, Dennis Rowan wrote:
> >> >>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:15:49 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> >> >>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:48:08 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> >>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance wrote:
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>> Again, excellent poetry, as all apparently agree.
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>> 🙂
> >> >>>>>>>>>> It's pathological, not poetic.
> >> >>>>>>>>> I like George's poem.
> >> >>>>>>>>> It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>> We don't see it as a sad poem--rather, it is a revenge poem.
> >> >>>>>>> That's a weird take. There's only one person in the poem; who is he
> >> >>>>>>> supposed to be taking revenge on?
> >> >>>>>> George Dance, George Dance, George Dance! Revenge on the memory of his father in the blasted house of child abuse.
> >> >>>>>>
> >> >>>>>
> >> >>>>> Like I said, weird.
> >> >>>>>>>> We don't consider it to be bold either, since the speaker is tentative.
> >> >>>>>>> True; the speaker isn't taking any bold actions. I think Dennis was
> >> >>>>>>> referring to the subject matter; as we've seen, it can be controversial.
> >> >>>>>>>> It is certainly affected, though--the use of parentheses in two places makes it so. George Dance was told in an earlier thread to lose the parentheses, but he did not listen.
> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>> I listened; I just disagreed.
> >> >>>>>> You should have listened again--the asides are too cutesy and break the mood/are off topic.
> >> >>>>>
> >> >>>>> You can keep repeating your 'advice' if you want. Simple repetition
> >> >>>>> doesn't make it any better, in prose any more than in poetry.
> >> >>>
> >> >>>
> >> >>>
> >> >>>
> >> >>>
> >> >>>>>>>>> I read it again.
> >> >>>>>>>>> Keep it up, George.
> >> >>>>>>>> Why quote George Dance's wife?
> >> >>>>>
> >> >>>>> Did you forget to sock up, NG? I thought it was fake "George J Dance"
> >> >>>>> who wrote about my wife.
> >> >>>>
> >> >>>> I don't know what's "weird" about it, George.
> >> >>> You really don't see anything weird in the idea of destroying an
> >> >>> inanimate object to take revenge on one of your memories. Maybe an
> >> >>> example would help: Is that something you you do?
> >> >>>
> >> >>> As it is, I've got to ask: What isn't weird about seeing your own
> >> >>> memories as something to can or should be taking 'revenge' on? What
> >> >>> isn't weird about thinking, that destroying that object somehow gains
> >> >>> you that mysterious 'revenge' (whatever it is)?
> >> >>>> The poem ends with the speaker impotently fantasizing about burning> down his abusive father's house.
> >> >>> Earth to Bobby: I wrote the poem. Don't pretend to tell me what it says.
> >> >>> What it doesn't say is that the speaker (the grown-up boy) wants to take
> >> >>> "revenge" on his memory of his father, and thinks that burning down the
> >> >>> house is the way to do that. That's your friend's own weird idea, which
> >> >>> I'd like you to explain in a way that doesn't make it sound weird. if
> >> >>> you can.
> >> >>>> Now, if the speaker was talking about literally building a bonfire> on his father's property as revenge, and not burning down the house,well....that would be...weird.
> >> >>> OK, so you think that it's weird to think that building a bonfire would
> >> >>> be a weird way to take 'revenge' on a memory, but that buying and
> >> >>> burning down a house would not be a weird way. You can start by
> >> >>> explaining the difference between the two.
> >> >> If buying and burning down the house isn't what the speaker is fantasizing about then you need to rewrite the last stanza, because that's the way the last stanza reads. And drop the "Bobby" bullshit, I've been nothing but respectful towards you. I'd appreciate a tat for my tit.
> >> >
> >> > Poetry has the power to heal, and is often used in clinical settings to assist those
> >> > who have experienced trauma deal with the resulting thoughts and feelings. The
> >> > objective is to get the experience on paper, as completely and in as much detail as
> >> > possible, then the writing can be therapeutically examined, assessed and corrected
> >> > without specific regard for, or judgment of the actions and behaviors depicted in text.
> >> Corey, your psychiatric reading may even be relevant here. What
> >> psychiatrist would call that getting "revenge" on a memory? What
> >> psychiartrist would call burning down a house getting "revenge" on a
> >> memory? What psychiatrist even talks about getting 'revenge' on
> >> memories, period?
> > It's no wonder that you and Will get along so well:
> > you are peas in a pod.
> Because we both scoff at pretentious armchair psychiatrists?
>
> 🙂
No, that's not it at all. Strike one.

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 7:31:15 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Robert Burrows wrote:
>
> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 6:22:24 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> On 2022-12-05 6:13 a.m., Spam-I-Am wrote:
> >> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:55:53 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> >> >> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:42:43 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> >>> On 2022-12-05 4:47 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
> >> >>>> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 4:33:02 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> >>>>> On 2022-12-03 6:57 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> >> >>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:38:11 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> >>>>>>> On 2022-12-03 4:21 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> >> >>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 7:41:33 PM UTC, Dennis Rowan wrote:
> >> >>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:15:49 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> >> >>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:48:08 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> >>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance wrote:
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>> Again, excellent poetry, as all apparently agree.
> >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>>>> 🙂
> >> >>>>>>>>>> It's pathological, not poetic.
> >> >>>>>>>>> I like George's poem.
> >> >>>>>>>>> It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>> We don't see it as a sad poem--rather, it is a revenge poem.
> >> >>>>>>> That's a weird take. There's only one person in the poem; who is he
> >> >>>>>>> supposed to be taking revenge on?
> >> >>>>>> George Dance, George Dance, George Dance! Revenge on the memory of his father in the blasted house of child abuse.
> >> >>>>>>
> >> >>>>>
> >> >>>>> Like I said, weird.
> >> >>>>>>>> We don't consider it to be bold either, since the speaker is tentative.
> >> >>>>>>> True; the speaker isn't taking any bold actions. I think Dennis was
> >> >>>>>>> referring to the subject matter; as we've seen, it can be controversial.
> >> >>>>>>>> It is certainly affected, though--the use of parentheses in two places makes it so. George Dance was told in an earlier thread to lose the parentheses, but he did not listen.
> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>> I listened; I just disagreed.
> >> >>>>>> You should have listened again--the asides are too cutesy and break the mood/are off topic.
> >> >>>>>
> >> >>>>> You can keep repeating your 'advice' if you want. Simple repetition
> >> >>>>> doesn't make it any better, in prose any more than in poetry.
> >> >>>
> >> >>>
> >> >>>
> >> >>>
> >> >>>
> >> >>>>>>>>> I read it again.
> >> >>>>>>>>> Keep it up, George.
> >> >>>>>>>> Why quote George Dance's wife?
> >> >>>>>
> >> >>>>> Did you forget to sock up, NG? I thought it was fake "George J Dance"
> >> >>>>> who wrote about my wife.
> >> >>>>
> >> >>>> I don't know what's "weird" about it, George.
> >> >>> You really don't see anything weird in the idea of destroying an
> >> >>> inanimate object to take revenge on one of your memories. Maybe an
> >> >>> example would help: Is that something you you do?
> >> >>>
> >> >>> As it is, I've got to ask: What isn't weird about seeing your own
> >> >>> memories as something to can or should be taking 'revenge' on? What
> >> >>> isn't weird about thinking, that destroying that object somehow gains
> >> >>> you that mysterious 'revenge' (whatever it is)?
> >> >>>> The poem ends with the speaker impotently fantasizing about burning> down his abusive father's house.
> >> >>> Earth to Bobby: I wrote the poem. Don't pretend to tell me what it says.
> >> >>> What it doesn't say is that the speaker (the grown-up boy) wants to take
> >> >>> "revenge" on his memory of his father, and thinks that burning down the
> >> >>> house is the way to do that. That's your friend's own weird idea, which
> >> >>> I'd like you to explain in a way that doesn't make it sound weird. if
> >> >>> you can.
> >> >>>> Now, if the speaker was talking about literally building a bonfire> on his father's property as revenge, and not burning down the house,well....that would be...weird.
> >> >>> OK, so you think that it's weird to think that building a bonfire would
> >> >>> be a weird way to take 'revenge' on a memory, but that buying and
> >> >>> burning down a house would not be a weird way. You can start by
> >> >>> explaining the difference between the two.
> >> >> If buying and burning down the house isn't what the speaker is fantasizing about then you need to rewrite the last stanza, because that's the way the last stanza reads. And drop the "Bobby" bullshit, I've been nothing but respectful towards you. I'd appreciate a tat for my tit.
> >> >
> >> > Poetry has the power to heal, and is often used in clinical settings to assist those
> >> > who have experienced trauma deal with the resulting thoughts and feelings. The
> >> > objective is to get the experience on paper, as completely and in as much detail as
> >> > possible, then the writing can be therapeutically examined, assessed and corrected
> >> > without specific regard for, or judgment of the actions and behaviors depicted in text.
> >> Corey, your psychiatric reading may even be relevant here. What
> >> psychiatrist would call that getting "revenge" on a memory? What
> >> psychiartrist would call burning down a house getting "revenge" on a
> >> memory? What psychiatrist even talks about getting 'revenge' on
> >> memories, period?
> > It's no wonder that you and Will get along so well:
> > you are peas in a pod.
> Because we both scoff at pretentious armchair psychiatrists?
>
> 🙂

Robert Burrows wrote:

> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:42:43 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>> On 2022-12-05 4:47 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
>> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 4:33:02 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>> >> On 2022-12-03 6:57 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
>> >>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:38:11 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>> >>>> On 2022-12-03 4:21 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
>> >>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 7:41:33 PM UTC, Dennis Rowan wrote:
>> >>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:15:49 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail..com wrote:
>> >>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:48:08 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> >>>>>>>> George J. Dance wrote:
>> >>>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>> My Father's House
>> >>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
>> >>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
>> >>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
>> >>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
>> >>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
>> >>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
>> >>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
>> >>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
>> >>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
>> >>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
>> >>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
>> >>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
>> >>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
>> >>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
>> >>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
>> >>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
>> >>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
>> >>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
>> >>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
>> >>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
>> >>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
>> >>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
>> >>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
>> >>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
>> >>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
>> >>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
>> >>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
>> >>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
>> >>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
>> >>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
>> >>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
>> >>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
>> >>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
>> >>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
>> >>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
>> >>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
>> >>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>>> ~~
>> >>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
>> >>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
>> >>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>> Again, excellent poetry, as all apparently agree.
>> >>>>>>>>
>> >>>>>>>> 🙂
>> >>>>>>> It's pathological, not poetic.
>> >>>>>> I like George's poem.
>> >>>>>> It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
>> >>>>>
>> >>>>> We don't see it as a sad poem--rather, it is a revenge poem.
>> >>>> That's a weird take. There's only one person in the poem; who is he
>> >>>> supposed to be taking revenge on?
>> >>> George Dance, George Dance, George Dance! Revenge on the memory of his father in the blasted house of child abuse.
>> >>>
>> >>
>> >> Like I said, weird.
>> >>>>> We don't consider it to be bold either, since the speaker is tentative.
>> >>>> True; the speaker isn't taking any bold actions. I think Dennis was
>> >>>> referring to the subject matter; as we've seen, it can be controversial.
>> >>>>> It is certainly affected, though--the use of parentheses in two places makes it so. George Dance was told in an earlier thread to lose the parentheses, but he did not listen.
>> >>>>>
>> >>>> I listened; I just disagreed.
>> >>> You should have listened again--the asides are too cutesy and break the mood/are off topic.
>> >>
>> >> You can keep repeating your 'advice' if you want. Simple repetition
>> >> doesn't make it any better, in prose any more than in poetry.
>>
>>
>>
>>
>>
>> >>>>>> I read it again.
>> >>>>>> Keep it up, George.
>> >>>>> Why quote George Dance's wife?
>> >>
>> >> Did you forget to sock up, NG? I thought it was fake "George J Dance"
>> >> who wrote about my wife.
>> >
>> > I don't know what's "weird" about it, George.
>> You really don't see anything weird in the idea of destroying an
>> inanimate object to take revenge on one of your memories. Maybe an
>> example would help: Is that something you you do?
>>
>> As it is, I've got to ask: What isn't weird about seeing your own
>> memories as something to can or should be taking 'revenge' on? What
>> isn't weird about thinking, that destroying that object somehow gains
>> you that mysterious 'revenge' (whatever it is)?
>> > The poem ends with the speaker impotently fantasizing about burning> down his abusive father's house.
>> Earth to Bobby: I wrote the poem. Don't pretend to tell me what it says.
>> What it doesn't say is that the speaker (the grown-up boy) wants to take
>> "revenge" on his memory of his father, and thinks that burning down the
>> house is the way to do that. That's your friend's own weird idea, which
>> I'd like you to explain in a way that doesn't make it sound weird. if
>> you can.
>> > Now, if the speaker was talking about literally building a bonfire> on his father's property as revenge, and not burning down the house,well...that would be...weird.
>> OK, so you think that it's weird to think that building a bonfire would
>> be a weird way to take 'revenge' on a memory, but that buying and
>> burning down a house would not be a weird way. You can start by
>> explaining the difference between the two.

> If buying and burning down the house isn't what the speaker is fantasizing about then you need to rewrite the last stanza, because that's the way the last stanza reads. And drop the "Bobby" bullshit, I've been nothing but respectful towards you. I'd appreciate a tat for my tit.

When did your respect begin, this morning?

At least as recently as yesterday you were all about name-calling and childish attacks, Robert.

HTH and HAND.

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 7:53:36 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Robert Burrows wrote:
>
> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:42:43 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> On 2022-12-05 4:47 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
> >> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 4:33:02 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> >> On 2022-12-03 6:57 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> >> >>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:38:11 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> >>>> On 2022-12-03 4:21 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> >> >>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 7:41:33 PM UTC, Dennis Rowan wrote:
> >> >>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:15:49 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> >> >>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:48:08 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> >>>>>>>> George J. Dance wrote:
> >> >>>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> >> >>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> >> >>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> >> >>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> >> >>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> >> >>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> >> >>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> >> >>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> >> >>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> >> >>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> >> >>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> >> >>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> >> >>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> >> >>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> >> >>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> >> >>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> >> >>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> >> >>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> >> >>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> >> >>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> >> >>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> >> >>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> >> >>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> >> >>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> >> >>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> >> >>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> >> >>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> >> >>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>>> ~~
> >> >>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> >> >>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>> Again, excellent poetry, as all apparently agree.
> >> >>>>>>>>
> >> >>>>>>>> 🙂
> >> >>>>>>> It's pathological, not poetic.
> >> >>>>>> I like George's poem.
> >> >>>>>> It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
> >> >>>>>
> >> >>>>> We don't see it as a sad poem--rather, it is a revenge poem.
> >> >>>> That's a weird take. There's only one person in the poem; who is he
> >> >>>> supposed to be taking revenge on?
> >> >>> George Dance, George Dance, George Dance! Revenge on the memory of his father in the blasted house of child abuse.
> >> >>>
> >> >>
> >> >> Like I said, weird.
> >> >>>>> We don't consider it to be bold either, since the speaker is tentative.
> >> >>>> True; the speaker isn't taking any bold actions. I think Dennis was
> >> >>>> referring to the subject matter; as we've seen, it can be controversial.
> >> >>>>> It is certainly affected, though--the use of parentheses in two places makes it so. George Dance was told in an earlier thread to lose the parentheses, but he did not listen.
> >> >>>>>
> >> >>>> I listened; I just disagreed.
> >> >>> You should have listened again--the asides are too cutesy and break the mood/are off topic.
> >> >>
> >> >> You can keep repeating your 'advice' if you want. Simple repetition
> >> >> doesn't make it any better, in prose any more than in poetry.
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >> >>>>>> I read it again.
> >> >>>>>> Keep it up, George.
> >> >>>>> Why quote George Dance's wife?
> >> >>
> >> >> Did you forget to sock up, NG? I thought it was fake "George J Dance"
> >> >> who wrote about my wife.
> >> >
> >> > I don't know what's "weird" about it, George.
> >> You really don't see anything weird in the idea of destroying an
> >> inanimate object to take revenge on one of your memories. Maybe an
> >> example would help: Is that something you you do?
> >>
> >> As it is, I've got to ask: What isn't weird about seeing your own
> >> memories as something to can or should be taking 'revenge' on? What
> >> isn't weird about thinking, that destroying that object somehow gains
> >> you that mysterious 'revenge' (whatever it is)?
> >> > The poem ends with the speaker impotently fantasizing about burning> down his abusive father's house.
> >> Earth to Bobby: I wrote the poem. Don't pretend to tell me what it says.
> >> What it doesn't say is that the speaker (the grown-up boy) wants to take
> >> "revenge" on his memory of his father, and thinks that burning down the
> >> house is the way to do that. That's your friend's own weird idea, which
> >> I'd like you to explain in a way that doesn't make it sound weird. if
> >> you can.
> >> > Now, if the speaker was talking about literally building a bonfire> on his father's property as revenge, and not burning down the house,well...that would be...weird.
> >> OK, so you think that it's weird to think that building a bonfire would
> >> be a weird way to take 'revenge' on a memory, but that buying and
> >> burning down a house would not be a weird way. You can start by
> >> explaining the difference between the two.
>
> > If buying and burning down the house isn't what the speaker is fantasizing about then you need to rewrite the last stanza, because that's the way the last stanza reads. And drop the "Bobby" bullshit, I've been nothing but respectful towards you. I'd appreciate a tat for my tit.
> When did your respect begin, this morning?
>
> At least as recently as yesterday you were all about name-calling and childish attacks, Robert.
>
> HTH and HAND.

George J. Dance wrote:

> On 2022-12-03 6:57 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:38:11 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>>> On 2022-12-03 4:21 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 7:41:33 PM UTC, Dennis Rowan wrote:
>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:15:49 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:48:08 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>>>>>> George J. Dance wrote:
>>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> My Father's House
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>>> ~~
>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
>>>>>>>
>>>>>>> Again, excellent poetry, as all apparently agree.
>
>>>>>> It's pathological, not poetic.
>>>>> I like George's poem.
>>>>> It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
>>>>
>>>> We don't see it as a sad poem--rather, it is a revenge poem.
>>> That's a weird take. There's only one person in the poem; who is he
>>> supposed to be taking revenge on?
>> George Dance, George Dance, George Dance! Revenge on the memory of his father in the blasted house of child abuse.
>>

> Like I said, weird.
>>>> We don't consider it to be bold either, since the speaker is tentative.
>>> True; the speaker isn't taking any bold actions. I think Dennis was
>>> referring to the subject matter; as we've seen, it can be controversial.
>>>> It is certainly affected, though--the use of parentheses in two places makes it so. George Dance was told in an earlier thread to lose the parentheses, but he did not listen.
>>>>
>>> I listened; I just disagreed.
>> You should have listened again--the asides are too cutesy and break the mood/are off topic.
>>

> You can keep repeating your 'advice' if you want. Simple repetition
> doesn't make it any better, in prose any more than in poetry.

>>>>> I read it again.
>>>>> Keep it up, George.
>>>> Why quote George Dance's wife?

> Did you forget to sock up, NG? I thought it was fake "George J Dance"
> who wrote about my wife.

Interesting observation.

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 8:02:59 AM UTC-5, Robert Burrows wrote:
> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 7:53:36 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > Robert Burrows wrote:
> >
> > > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:42:43 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >> On 2022-12-05 4:47 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
> > >> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 4:33:02 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >> >> On 2022-12-03 6:57 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> > >> >>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:38:11 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >> >>>> On 2022-12-03 4:21 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> > >> >>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 7:41:33 PM UTC, Dennis Rowan wrote:
> > >> >>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:15:49 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > >> >>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:48:08 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > >> >>>>>>>> George J. Dance wrote:
> > >> >>>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > >> >>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > >> >>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > >> >>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > >> >>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > >> >>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > >> >>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > >> >>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > >> >>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > >> >>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> > >> >>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > >> >>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > >> >>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > >> >>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > >> >>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > >> >>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > >> >>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > >> >>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > >> >>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> ~~
> > >> >>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > >> >>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>> Again, excellent poetry, as all apparently agree.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>> 🙂
> > >> >>>>>>> It's pathological, not poetic.
> > >> >>>>>> I like George's poem.
> > >> >>>>>> It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
> > >> >>>>>
> > >> >>>>> We don't see it as a sad poem--rather, it is a revenge poem.
> > >> >>>> That's a weird take. There's only one person in the poem; who is he
> > >> >>>> supposed to be taking revenge on?
> > >> >>> George Dance, George Dance, George Dance! Revenge on the memory of his father in the blasted house of child abuse.
> > >> >>>
> > >> >>
> > >> >> Like I said, weird.
> > >> >>>>> We don't consider it to be bold either, since the speaker is tentative.
> > >> >>>> True; the speaker isn't taking any bold actions. I think Dennis was
> > >> >>>> referring to the subject matter; as we've seen, it can be controversial.
> > >> >>>>> It is certainly affected, though--the use of parentheses in two places makes it so. George Dance was told in an earlier thread to lose the parentheses, but he did not listen.
> > >> >>>>>
> > >> >>>> I listened; I just disagreed.
> > >> >>> You should have listened again--the asides are too cutesy and break the mood/are off topic.
> > >> >>
> > >> >> You can keep repeating your 'advice' if you want. Simple repetition
> > >> >> doesn't make it any better, in prose any more than in poetry.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> >>>>>> I read it again.
> > >> >>>>>> Keep it up, George.
> > >> >>>>> Why quote George Dance's wife?
> > >> >>
> > >> >> Did you forget to sock up, NG? I thought it was fake "George J Dance"
> > >> >> who wrote about my wife.
> > >> >
> > >> > I don't know what's "weird" about it, George.
> > >> You really don't see anything weird in the idea of destroying an
> > >> inanimate object to take revenge on one of your memories. Maybe an
> > >> example would help: Is that something you you do?
> > >>
> > >> As it is, I've got to ask: What isn't weird about seeing your own
> > >> memories as something to can or should be taking 'revenge' on? What
> > >> isn't weird about thinking, that destroying that object somehow gains
> > >> you that mysterious 'revenge' (whatever it is)?
> > >> > The poem ends with the speaker impotently fantasizing about burning> down his abusive father's house.
> > >> Earth to Bobby: I wrote the poem. Don't pretend to tell me what it says.
> > >> What it doesn't say is that the speaker (the grown-up boy) wants to take
> > >> "revenge" on his memory of his father, and thinks that burning down the
> > >> house is the way to do that. That's your friend's own weird idea, which
> > >> I'd like you to explain in a way that doesn't make it sound weird. if
> > >> you can.
> > >> > Now, if the speaker was talking about literally building a bonfire> on his father's property as revenge, and not burning down the house,well....that would be...weird.
> > >> OK, so you think that it's weird to think that building a bonfire would
> > >> be a weird way to take 'revenge' on a memory, but that buying and
> > >> burning down a house would not be a weird way. You can start by
> > >> explaining the difference between the two.
> >
> > > If buying and burning down the house isn't what the speaker is fantasizing about then you need to rewrite the last stanza, because that's the way the last stanza reads. And drop the "Bobby" bullshit, I've been nothing but respectful towards you. I'd appreciate a tat for my tit.
> > When did your respect begin, this morning?
> >
> > At least as recently as yesterday you were all about name-calling and childish attacks, Robert.
> >
> > HTH and HAND.
> Yes, I resolved to treat George with respect this morning. He deserves to be treated with respect, as do you.

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 8:02:59 AM UTC-5, Robert Burrows wrote:
> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 7:53:36 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > Robert Burrows wrote:
> >
> > > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:42:43 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >> On 2022-12-05 4:47 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
> > >> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 4:33:02 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >> >> On 2022-12-03 6:57 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> > >> >>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:38:11 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >> >>>> On 2022-12-03 4:21 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> > >> >>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 7:41:33 PM UTC, Dennis Rowan wrote:
> > >> >>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:15:49 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > >> >>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:48:08 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > >> >>>>>>>> George J. Dance wrote:
> > >> >>>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > >> >>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > >> >>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > >> >>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > >> >>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > >> >>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > >> >>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > >> >>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > >> >>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > >> >>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> > >> >>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > >> >>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > >> >>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > >> >>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > >> >>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > >> >>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > >> >>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > >> >>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > >> >>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> ~~
> > >> >>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > >> >>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>> Again, excellent poetry, as all apparently agree.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>> 🙂
> > >> >>>>>>> It's pathological, not poetic.
> > >> >>>>>> I like George's poem.
> > >> >>>>>> It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
> > >> >>>>>
> > >> >>>>> We don't see it as a sad poem--rather, it is a revenge poem.
> > >> >>>> That's a weird take. There's only one person in the poem; who is he
> > >> >>>> supposed to be taking revenge on?
> > >> >>> George Dance, George Dance, George Dance! Revenge on the memory of his father in the blasted house of child abuse.
> > >> >>>
> > >> >>
> > >> >> Like I said, weird.
> > >> >>>>> We don't consider it to be bold either, since the speaker is tentative.
> > >> >>>> True; the speaker isn't taking any bold actions. I think Dennis was
> > >> >>>> referring to the subject matter; as we've seen, it can be controversial.
> > >> >>>>> It is certainly affected, though--the use of parentheses in two places makes it so. George Dance was told in an earlier thread to lose the parentheses, but he did not listen.
> > >> >>>>>
> > >> >>>> I listened; I just disagreed.
> > >> >>> You should have listened again--the asides are too cutesy and break the mood/are off topic.
> > >> >>
> > >> >> You can keep repeating your 'advice' if you want. Simple repetition
> > >> >> doesn't make it any better, in prose any more than in poetry.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> >>>>>> I read it again.
> > >> >>>>>> Keep it up, George.
> > >> >>>>> Why quote George Dance's wife?
> > >> >>
> > >> >> Did you forget to sock up, NG? I thought it was fake "George J Dance"
> > >> >> who wrote about my wife.
> > >> >
> > >> > I don't know what's "weird" about it, George.
> > >> You really don't see anything weird in the idea of destroying an
> > >> inanimate object to take revenge on one of your memories. Maybe an
> > >> example would help: Is that something you you do?
> > >>
> > >> As it is, I've got to ask: What isn't weird about seeing your own
> > >> memories as something to can or should be taking 'revenge' on? What
> > >> isn't weird about thinking, that destroying that object somehow gains
> > >> you that mysterious 'revenge' (whatever it is)?
> > >> > The poem ends with the speaker impotently fantasizing about burning> down his abusive father's house.
> > >> Earth to Bobby: I wrote the poem. Don't pretend to tell me what it says.
> > >> What it doesn't say is that the speaker (the grown-up boy) wants to take
> > >> "revenge" on his memory of his father, and thinks that burning down the
> > >> house is the way to do that. That's your friend's own weird idea, which
> > >> I'd like you to explain in a way that doesn't make it sound weird. if
> > >> you can.
> > >> > Now, if the speaker was talking about literally building a bonfire> on his father's property as revenge, and not burning down the house,well....that would be...weird.
> > >> OK, so you think that it's weird to think that building a bonfire would
> > >> be a weird way to take 'revenge' on a memory, but that buying and
> > >> burning down a house would not be a weird way. You can start by
> > >> explaining the difference between the two.
> >
> > > If buying and burning down the house isn't what the speaker is fantasizing about then you need to rewrite the last stanza, because that's the way the last stanza reads. And drop the "Bobby" bullshit, I've been nothing but respectful towards you. I'd appreciate a tat for my tit.
> > When did your respect begin, this morning?
> >
> > At least as recently as yesterday you were all about name-calling and childish attacks, Robert.
> >
> > HTH and HAND.
> Yes, I resolved to treat George with respect this morning. He deserves to be treated with respect, as do you.

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 7:45:47 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 7:31:15 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > Robert Burrows wrote:
> >
> > > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 6:22:24 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >> On 2022-12-05 6:13 a.m., Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > >> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:55:53 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > >> >> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:42:43 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >> >>> On 2022-12-05 4:47 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
> > >> >>>> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 4:33:02 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >> >>>>> On 2022-12-03 6:57 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> > >> >>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:38:11 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >> >>>>>>> On 2022-12-03 4:21 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> > >> >>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 7:41:33 PM UTC, Dennis Rowan wrote:
> > >> >>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:15:49 PM UTC-5, rjbur....@gmail.com wrote:
> > >> >>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:48:08 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance wrote:
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>> Again, excellent poetry, as all apparently agree.
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>>>> 🙂
> > >> >>>>>>>>>> It's pathological, not poetic.
> > >> >>>>>>>>> I like George's poem.
> > >> >>>>>>>>> It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>> We don't see it as a sad poem--rather, it is a revenge poem..
> > >> >>>>>>> That's a weird take. There's only one person in the poem; who is he
> > >> >>>>>>> supposed to be taking revenge on?
> > >> >>>>>> George Dance, George Dance, George Dance! Revenge on the memory of his father in the blasted house of child abuse.
> > >> >>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>
> > >> >>>>> Like I said, weird.
> > >> >>>>>>>> We don't consider it to be bold either, since the speaker is tentative.
> > >> >>>>>>> True; the speaker isn't taking any bold actions. I think Dennis was
> > >> >>>>>>> referring to the subject matter; as we've seen, it can be controversial.
> > >> >>>>>>>> It is certainly affected, though--the use of parentheses in two places makes it so. George Dance was told in an earlier thread to lose the parentheses, but he did not listen.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>> I listened; I just disagreed.
> > >> >>>>>> You should have listened again--the asides are too cutesy and break the mood/are off topic.
> > >> >>>>>
> > >> >>>>> You can keep repeating your 'advice' if you want. Simple repetition
> > >> >>>>> doesn't make it any better, in prose any more than in poetry.
> > >> >>>
> > >> >>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> I read it again.
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Keep it up, George.
> > >> >>>>>>>> Why quote George Dance's wife?
> > >> >>>>>
> > >> >>>>> Did you forget to sock up, NG? I thought it was fake "George J Dance"
> > >> >>>>> who wrote about my wife.
> > >> >>>>
> > >> >>>> I don't know what's "weird" about it, George.
> > >> >>> You really don't see anything weird in the idea of destroying an
> > >> >>> inanimate object to take revenge on one of your memories. Maybe an
> > >> >>> example would help: Is that something you you do?
> > >> >>>
> > >> >>> As it is, I've got to ask: What isn't weird about seeing your own
> > >> >>> memories as something to can or should be taking 'revenge' on? What
> > >> >>> isn't weird about thinking, that destroying that object somehow gains
> > >> >>> you that mysterious 'revenge' (whatever it is)?
> > >> >>>> The poem ends with the speaker impotently fantasizing about burning> down his abusive father's house.
> > >> >>> Earth to Bobby: I wrote the poem. Don't pretend to tell me what it says.
> > >> >>> What it doesn't say is that the speaker (the grown-up boy) wants to take
> > >> >>> "revenge" on his memory of his father, and thinks that burning down the
> > >> >>> house is the way to do that. That's your friend's own weird idea, which
> > >> >>> I'd like you to explain in a way that doesn't make it sound weird. if
> > >> >>> you can.
> > >> >>>> Now, if the speaker was talking about literally building a bonfire> on his father's property as revenge, and not burning down the house,well...that would be...weird.
> > >> >>> OK, so you think that it's weird to think that building a bonfire would
> > >> >>> be a weird way to take 'revenge' on a memory, but that buying and
> > >> >>> burning down a house would not be a weird way. You can start by
> > >> >>> explaining the difference between the two.
> > >> >> If buying and burning down the house isn't what the speaker is fantasizing about then you need to rewrite the last stanza, because that's the way the last stanza reads. And drop the "Bobby" bullshit, I've been nothing but respectful towards you. I'd appreciate a tat for my tit.
> > >> >
> > >> > Poetry has the power to heal, and is often used in clinical settings to assist those
> > >> > who have experienced trauma deal with the resulting thoughts and feelings. The
> > >> > objective is to get the experience on paper, as completely and in as much detail as
> > >> > possible, then the writing can be therapeutically examined, assessed and corrected
> > >> > without specific regard for, or judgment of the actions and behaviors depicted in text.
> > >> Corey, your psychiatric reading may even be relevant here. What
> > >> psychiatrist would call that getting "revenge" on a memory? What
> > >> psychiartrist would call burning down a house getting "revenge" on a
> > >> memory? What psychiatrist even talks about getting 'revenge' on
> > >> memories, period?
> > > It's no wonder that you and Will get along so well:
> > > you are peas in a pod.
> > Because we both scoff at pretentious armchair psychiatrists?
> >
>
> BTW, although I'm not a psychologist or a psychiatrist, I did minor in Psychology for four years, and I took a couple of masters level courses, so I have much more knowledge of the subject than you will ever have.
> HTH & HAND

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 8:13:32 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 7:45:47 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 7:31:15 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > Robert Burrows wrote:
> > >
> > > > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 6:22:24 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > >> On 2022-12-05 6:13 a.m., Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > >> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:55:53 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > >> >> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:42:43 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > >> >>> On 2022-12-05 4:47 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
> > > >> >>>> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 4:33:02 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > >> >>>>> On 2022-12-03 6:57 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> > > >> >>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:38:11 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > >> >>>>>>> On 2022-12-03 4:21 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> > > >> >>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 7:41:33 PM UTC, Dennis Rowan wrote:
> > > >> >>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:15:49 PM UTC-5, rjbur....@gmail.com wrote:
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:48:08 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance wrote:
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>> Again, excellent poetry, as all apparently agree.
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>>> 🙂
> > > >> >>>>>>>>>> It's pathological, not poetic.
> > > >> >>>>>>>>> I like George's poem.
> > > >> >>>>>>>>> It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
> > > >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >>>>>>>> We don't see it as a sad poem--rather, it is a revenge poem.
> > > >> >>>>>>> That's a weird take. There's only one person in the poem; who is he
> > > >> >>>>>>> supposed to be taking revenge on?
> > > >> >>>>>> George Dance, George Dance, George Dance! Revenge on the memory of his father in the blasted house of child abuse.
> > > >> >>>>>>
> > > >> >>>>>
> > > >> >>>>> Like I said, weird.
> > > >> >>>>>>>> We don't consider it to be bold either, since the speaker is tentative.
> > > >> >>>>>>> True; the speaker isn't taking any bold actions. I think Dennis was
> > > >> >>>>>>> referring to the subject matter; as we've seen, it can be controversial.
> > > >> >>>>>>>> It is certainly affected, though--the use of parentheses in two places makes it so. George Dance was told in an earlier thread to lose the parentheses, but he did not listen.
> > > >> >>>>>>>>
> > > >> >>>>>>> I listened; I just disagreed.
> > > >> >>>>>> You should have listened again--the asides are too cutesy and break the mood/are off topic.
> > > >> >>>>>
> > > >> >>>>> You can keep repeating your 'advice' if you want. Simple repetition
> > > >> >>>>> doesn't make it any better, in prose any more than in poetry..
> > > >> >>>
> > > >> >>>
> > > >> >>>>>>>>> I read it again.
> > > >> >>>>>>>>> Keep it up, George.
> > > >> >>>>>>>> Why quote George Dance's wife?
> > > >> >>>>>
> > > >> >>>>> Did you forget to sock up, NG? I thought it was fake "George J Dance"
> > > >> >>>>> who wrote about my wife.
> > > >> >>>>
> > > >> >>>> I don't know what's "weird" about it, George.
> > > >> >>> You really don't see anything weird in the idea of destroying an
> > > >> >>> inanimate object to take revenge on one of your memories. Maybe an
> > > >> >>> example would help: Is that something you you do?
> > > >> >>>
> > > >> >>> As it is, I've got to ask: What isn't weird about seeing your own
> > > >> >>> memories as something to can or should be taking 'revenge' on? What
> > > >> >>> isn't weird about thinking, that destroying that object somehow gains
> > > >> >>> you that mysterious 'revenge' (whatever it is)?
> > > >> >>>> The poem ends with the speaker impotently fantasizing about burning> down his abusive father's house.
> > > >> >>> Earth to Bobby: I wrote the poem. Don't pretend to tell me what it says.
> > > >> >>> What it doesn't say is that the speaker (the grown-up boy) wants to take
> > > >> >>> "revenge" on his memory of his father, and thinks that burning down the
> > > >> >>> house is the way to do that. That's your friend's own weird idea, which
> > > >> >>> I'd like you to explain in a way that doesn't make it sound weird. if
> > > >> >>> you can.
> > > >> >>>> Now, if the speaker was talking about literally building a bonfire> on his father's property as revenge, and not burning down the house,well...that would be...weird.
> > > >> >>> OK, so you think that it's weird to think that building a bonfire would
> > > >> >>> be a weird way to take 'revenge' on a memory, but that buying and
> > > >> >>> burning down a house would not be a weird way. You can start by
> > > >> >>> explaining the difference between the two.
> > > >> >> If buying and burning down the house isn't what the speaker is fantasizing about then you need to rewrite the last stanza, because that's the way the last stanza reads. And drop the "Bobby" bullshit, I've been nothing but respectful towards you. I'd appreciate a tat for my tit.
> > > >> >
> > > >> > Poetry has the power to heal, and is often used in clinical settings to assist those
> > > >> > who have experienced trauma deal with the resulting thoughts and feelings. The
> > > >> > objective is to get the experience on paper, as completely and in as much detail as
> > > >> > possible, then the writing can be therapeutically examined, assessed and corrected
> > > >> > without specific regard for, or judgment of the actions and behaviors depicted in text.
> > > >> Corey, your psychiatric reading may even be relevant here. What
> > > >> psychiatrist would call that getting "revenge" on a memory? What
> > > >> psychiartrist would call burning down a house getting "revenge" on a
> > > >> memory? What psychiatrist even talks about getting 'revenge' on
> > > >> memories, period?
> > > > It's no wonder that you and Will get along so well:
> > > > you are peas in a pod.
> > > Because we both scoff at pretentious armchair psychiatrists?
> > >
> >
> > BTW, although I'm not a psychologist or a psychiatrist, I did minor in Psychology for four years, and I took a couple of masters level courses, so I have much more knowledge of the subject than you will ever have.
> > HTH & HAND
> Maybe.
>
> It turned out that twenty years ago, I knew more about Carl Jung than my PHD psychogist girlfriend, which didn't make her very happy when I proved it to her.
>
> In other words, a piece of paper from a college doesn't automatically make a person superior to another.
>
> You don't know where I've been, what I've seen, what I've read, Robert.
>
> HTH and HAND.

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 8:02:59 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 7:53:36 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > Robert Burrows wrote:
> >
> > > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:42:43 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >> On 2022-12-05 4:47 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
> > >> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 4:33:02 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >> >> On 2022-12-03 6:57 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> > >> >>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:38:11 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >> >>>> On 2022-12-03 4:21 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> > >> >>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 7:41:33 PM UTC, Dennis Rowan wrote:
> > >> >>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:15:49 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > >> >>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:48:08 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > >> >>>>>>>> George J. Dance wrote:
> > >> >>>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > >> >>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > >> >>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > >> >>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > >> >>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > >> >>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > >> >>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > >> >>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > >> >>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > >> >>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> > >> >>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > >> >>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > >> >>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > >> >>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > >> >>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > >> >>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > >> >>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > >> >>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > >> >>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > >> >>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>>> ~~
> > >> >>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > >> >>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>> Again, excellent poetry, as all apparently agree.
> > >> >>>>>>>>
> > >> >>>>>>>> 🙂
> > >> >>>>>>> It's pathological, not poetic.
> > >> >>>>>> I like George's poem.
> > >> >>>>>> It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
> > >> >>>>>
> > >> >>>>> We don't see it as a sad poem--rather, it is a revenge poem.
> > >> >>>> That's a weird take. There's only one person in the poem; who is he
> > >> >>>> supposed to be taking revenge on?
> > >> >>> George Dance, George Dance, George Dance! Revenge on the memory of his father in the blasted house of child abuse.
> > >> >>>
> > >> >>
> > >> >> Like I said, weird.
> > >> >>>>> We don't consider it to be bold either, since the speaker is tentative.
> > >> >>>> True; the speaker isn't taking any bold actions. I think Dennis was
> > >> >>>> referring to the subject matter; as we've seen, it can be controversial.
> > >> >>>>> It is certainly affected, though--the use of parentheses in two places makes it so. George Dance was told in an earlier thread to lose the parentheses, but he did not listen.
> > >> >>>>>
> > >> >>>> I listened; I just disagreed.
> > >> >>> You should have listened again--the asides are too cutesy and break the mood/are off topic.
> > >> >>
> > >> >> You can keep repeating your 'advice' if you want. Simple repetition
> > >> >> doesn't make it any better, in prose any more than in poetry.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> >>>>>> I read it again.
> > >> >>>>>> Keep it up, George.
> > >> >>>>> Why quote George Dance's wife?
> > >> >>
> > >> >> Did you forget to sock up, NG? I thought it was fake "George J Dance"
> > >> >> who wrote about my wife.
> > >> >
> > >> > I don't know what's "weird" about it, George.
> > >> You really don't see anything weird in the idea of destroying an
> > >> inanimate object to take revenge on one of your memories. Maybe an
> > >> example would help: Is that something you you do?
> > >>
> > >> As it is, I've got to ask: What isn't weird about seeing your own
> > >> memories as something to can or should be taking 'revenge' on? What
> > >> isn't weird about thinking, that destroying that object somehow gains
> > >> you that mysterious 'revenge' (whatever it is)?
> > >> > The poem ends with the speaker impotently fantasizing about burning> down his abusive father's house.
> > >> Earth to Bobby: I wrote the poem. Don't pretend to tell me what it says.
> > >> What it doesn't say is that the speaker (the grown-up boy) wants to take
> > >> "revenge" on his memory of his father, and thinks that burning down the
> > >> house is the way to do that. That's your friend's own weird idea, which
> > >> I'd like you to explain in a way that doesn't make it sound weird. if
> > >> you can.
> > >> > Now, if the speaker was talking about literally building a bonfire> on his father's property as revenge, and not burning down the house,well....that would be...weird.
> > >> OK, so you think that it's weird to think that building a bonfire would
> > >> be a weird way to take 'revenge' on a memory, but that buying and
> > >> burning down a house would not be a weird way. You can start by
> > >> explaining the difference between the two.
> >
> > > If buying and burning down the house isn't what the speaker is fantasizing about then you need to rewrite the last stanza, because that's the way the last stanza reads. And drop the "Bobby" bullshit, I've been nothing but respectful towards you. I'd appreciate a tat for my tit.
> > When did your respect begin, this morning?
> >
> > At least as recently as yesterday you were all about name-calling and childish attacks, Robert.
> >
> > HTH and HAND.
> Yes, I resolved to treat George with respect this morning. He deserves to be treated with respect, as do you.

On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 11:12:22 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>
> > On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 9:07:38 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 9:03:59 PM UTC-5, michaelmalef...@gmail..com wrote:
> >> > On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 8:54:09 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> > > On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 3:25:43 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> >> > > > On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 12:33:11 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> > > > > On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 12:26:51 PM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> >> > > > > > > On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 11:45:01 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 3:39:55 PM UTC-5, Dennis Rowan wrote:
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> George J. Dance wrote:
> >> > > > >
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > My Father's House
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > This is my father's house, although
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > The man died thirteen years ago.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > They said it would be quite all right
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > To take a drive to see it now.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > And built the whole thing (from a box),
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Toiling after each full day's work.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I helped, though I was only six.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Look, here's the back door I would use
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > To enter; there I'd leave my things
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > To be so many other places.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Outside, the garden that he grew
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Where I would work the summers through,
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > While watching my friends run and play
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Mysterious games I never knew.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > The one chair I was let to sit?
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Which, the corner where boys were put?
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > After the meal, to make no noise,
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > To read or play alone, and then
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Face and pyjama bottoms down
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Oh, if I were a millionaire
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I'd buy my father's house, and there
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Its flames would light up all the air.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ~~
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > George J. Dance
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I like George's poem.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I read it again.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Keep it up, George.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I still appreciate the poem.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I appreciate the poem too, for what it is, but appreciation doesn’t make it a quality piece of writing. It’s not.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Okay, are you saying /something else/ makes this a quality piece of writing?
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > If so. what?
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I’m saying it’s not excellent, or even particularly good writing. It is a worthwhile
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > read for a contemporary piece posted in a Usenet newsgroup in that it gives
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > some insight into the thinking of its author, but it is not of professional quality.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > It would receive a passing grade in most second year college poetry classes.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Okay, thanks.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > No worries, happy to oblige.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > Good morning, "Go team."
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > Yes, you’re welcome.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > > Excellent, now go have a nice day, it's later than you think.
> >> > > > > > > > > > > That must be directed at Robert Burrows also.
> >> > > > > > > > > > No shit, Pastor Sherlock.
> >> > > > > > > > > >
> >> > > > > > > > >
> >> > > > > > > > > Robert’s not here right now, but I’m sure he’ll be happy to address your apparent
> >> > > > > > > > > hostility at his earliest opportunity, since it obviously has nothing to do with me.
> >> > > > > > > > You're confused, I'm not at all hostile.
> >> > > > > > > >
> >> > > > > > > > HTH and HAND.
> >> > > > > > > You misunderstand. I didn’t say you were.
> >> > > > > > “No shit, Pastor Sherlock.” isn’t indicative of, or conducive to
> >> > > > > > cordial or courteous discourse, which is why I referred to your
> >> > > > > > “apparent” hostility. I don’t know why you write what you do.
> >> > > > > >
> >> > > > > > Maybe you thought you were being humorously entertaining
> >> > > > > > for an audience of admiring readers that doesn’t include me,
> >> > > > > > which would be perfectly fine. No worries; no offense taken.
> >> > > > > It's a term of endearment, like when you call me a donkey.
> >> > > > >
> >> > > > > HTH and HAND.
> >> > > > Is Corey on the side of the apes...?
> >> > > Corey is on any side that's against me.
> >> > Why does everyone dislike you, Donkey?
> >> Not everyone, little monkey.
>
> > Everyone who doesn't double as your footwear.
> You don't know as much about me as you think, shit slinging little monkey..

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:42:43 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> On 2022-12-05 4:47 a.m., Robert Burrows wrote:
> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 4:33:02 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> On 2022-12-03 6:57 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> >>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:38:11 PM UTC, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >>>> On 2022-12-03 4:21 p.m., NancyGene wrote:
> >>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 7:41:33 PM UTC, Dennis Rowan wrote:
> >>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:15:49 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> >>>>>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:48:08 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >>>>>>>> George J. Dance wrote:
> >>>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> >>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> >>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> >>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> >>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> >>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> >>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> >>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> >>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> >>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> >>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> >>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> >>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> >>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> >>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> >>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> >>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> >>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> >>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> >>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> >>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> >>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> >>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> >>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> >>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> >>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> >>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> >>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> >>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> >>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> >>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> >>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> >>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> >>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> >>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> >>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> >>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> >>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>>> ~~
> >>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> >>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> >>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>> Again, excellent poetry, as all apparently agree.
> >>>>>>>>
> >>>>>>>> 🙂
> >>>>>>> It's pathological, not poetic.
> >>>>>> I like George's poem.
> >>>>>> It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
> >>>>>
> >>>>> We don't see it as a sad poem--rather, it is a revenge poem.
> >>>> That's a weird take. There's only one person in the poem; who is he
> >>>> supposed to be taking revenge on?
> >>> George Dance, George Dance, George Dance! Revenge on the memory of his father in the blasted house of child abuse.
> >>>
> >>
> >> Like I said, weird.
> >>>>> We don't consider it to be bold either, since the speaker is tentative.
> >>>> True; the speaker isn't taking any bold actions. I think Dennis was
> >>>> referring to the subject matter; as we've seen, it can be controversial.
> >>>>> It is certainly affected, though--the use of parentheses in two places makes it so. George Dance was told in an earlier thread to lose the parentheses, but he did not listen.
> >>>>>
> >>>> I listened; I just disagreed.
> >>> You should have listened again--the asides are too cutesy and break the mood/are off topic.
> >>
> >> You can keep repeating your 'advice' if you want. Simple repetition
> >> doesn't make it any better, in prose any more than in poetry.
>
>
>
>
>
> >>>>>> I read it again.
> >>>>>> Keep it up, George.
> >>>>> Why quote George Dance's wife?
> >>
> >> Did you forget to sock up, NG? I thought it was fake "George J Dance"
> >> who wrote about my wife.
> >
> > I don't know what's "weird" about it, George.
> You really don't see anything weird in the idea of destroying an
> inanimate object to take revenge on one of your memories. Maybe an
> example would help: Is that something you you do?
>
> As it is, I've got to ask: What isn't weird about seeing your own
> memories as something to can or should be taking 'revenge' on? What
> isn't weird about thinking, that destroying that object somehow gains
> you that mysterious 'revenge' (whatever it is)?

The speaker isn't thinking about taking revenge on his memories, George... unless he's also considering a lobotomy. He's daydreaming about taking revenge on his decease father. I suspect that you meant to say he was thinking about taking revenge on the memory of his late father -- but that use of "memory" is different from one's recollections about the past.

And, no... I find nothing weird in daydreaming about taking revenge on someone after their death. When someone has the effrontery to die before one can enact their revenge on him, one is left in need of closure. Burning down an inanimate box house as a token of one's father, would not only be a normal, but a psychologically healthy, thing to do.

> > The poem ends with the speaker impotently fantasizing about burning> down his abusive father's house.
> Earth to Bobby: I wrote the poem. Don't pretend to tell me what it says.

Touchy, touchy.

> What it doesn't say is that the speaker (the grown-up boy) wants to take
> "revenge" on his memory of his father, and thinks that burning down the
> house is the way to do that. That's your friend's own weird idea, which
> I'd like you to explain in a way that doesn't make it sound weird. if
> you can.

It very much says that, George. The final stanza could even be seen as a symbolic attempt on the writer's part to bring about his unacted revenge.

> > Now, if the speaker was talking about literally building a bonfire> on his father's property as revenge, and not burning down the house,well...that would be...weird.
> OK, so you think that it's weird to think that building a bonfire would
> be a weird way to take 'revenge' on a memory, but that buying and
> burning down a house would not be a weird way. You can start by
> explaining the difference between the two.

Destroying a house that your father seemed to care more about than he did about you would be an act of revenge. Lighting a bonfire in the front yard would be... odd... in that it accomplishes nothing. It would show that you still needed to achieve closure, but would provide you with none.

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 11:12:22 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>>
>> > On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 9:07:38 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> >> On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 9:03:59 PM UTC-5, michaelmalef...@gmail..com wrote:
>> >> > On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 8:54:09 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> >> > > On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 3:25:43 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
>> >> > > > On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 12:33:11 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> >> > > > > On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 12:26:51 PM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
>> >> > > > > > > On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 11:45:01 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 3:39:55 PM UTC-5, Dennis Rowan wrote:
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> George J. Dance wrote:
>> >> > > > >
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > My Father's House
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > This is my father's house, although
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > The man died thirteen years ago.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > They said it would be quite all right
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > To take a drive to see it now.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > And built the whole thing (from a box),
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Toiling after each full day's work.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I helped, though I was only six.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Look, here's the back door I would use
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > And here's where I'd remove my shoes
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > To enter; there I'd leave my things
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > In this room I'd wash many a dish,
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > To be so many other places.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Outside, the garden that he grew
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Where I would work the summers through,
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > While watching my friends run and play
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Mysterious games I never knew.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > The one chair I was let to sit?
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (For boys can be such filthy things.)
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Which, the corner where boys were put?
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Oh ... down that hall there is a room
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > After the meal, to make no noise,
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > To read or play alone, and then
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Face and pyjama bottoms down
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > As for my father's belt I'd wait.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Oh, if I were a millionaire
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I'd buy my father's house, and there
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Its flames would light up all the air.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ~~
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > George J. Dance
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > from Logos and other logoi, 2021
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I like George's poem.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I read it again.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Keep it up, George.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I still appreciate the poem.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I appreciate the poem too, for what it is, but appreciation doesn’t make it a quality piece of writing. It’s not.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Okay, are you saying /something else/ makes this a quality piece of writing?
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > If so. what?
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I’m saying it’s not excellent, or even particularly good writing. It is a worthwhile
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > read for a contemporary piece posted in a Usenet newsgroup in that it gives
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > some insight into the thinking of its author, but it is not of professional quality.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > It would receive a passing grade in most second year college poetry classes.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Okay, thanks.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > No worries, happy to oblige.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > Good morning, "Go team."
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > >
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > >
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > Yes, you’re welcome.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > > Excellent, now go have a nice day, it's later than you think.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > > That must be directed at Robert Burrows also.
>> >> > > > > > > > > > No shit, Pastor Sherlock.
>> >> > > > > > > > > >
>> >> > > > > > > > >
>> >> > > > > > > > > Robert’s not here right now, but I’m sure he’ll be happy to address your apparent
>> >> > > > > > > > > hostility at his earliest opportunity, since it obviously has nothing to do with me.
>> >> > > > > > > > You're confused, I'm not at all hostile.
>> >> > > > > > > >
>> >> > > > > > > > HTH and HAND.
>> >> > > > > > > You misunderstand. I didn’t say you were.
>> >> > > > > > “No shit, Pastor Sherlock.” isn’t indicative of, or conducive to
>> >> > > > > > cordial or courteous discourse, which is why I referred to your
>> >> > > > > > “apparent” hostility. I don’t know why you write what you do.
>> >> > > > > >
>> >> > > > > > Maybe you thought you were being humorously entertaining
>> >> > > > > > for an audience of admiring readers that doesn’t include me,
>> >> > > > > > which would be perfectly fine. No worries; no offense taken..
>> >> > > > > It's a term of endearment, like when you call me a donkey.
>> >> > > > >
>> >> > > > > HTH and HAND.
>> >> > > > Is Corey on the side of the apes...?
>> >> > > Corey is on any side that's against me.
>> >> > Why does everyone dislike you, Donkey?
>> >> Not everyone, little monkey.
>>
>> > Everyone who
>> You don't know as much about me as you think, shit slinging little monkey..

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 9:57:45 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>
> > On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 11:12:22 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> Michael Pendragon wrote:
> >>
> >> > On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 9:07:38 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> >> On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 9:03:59 PM UTC-5, michaelmalef...@gmail..com wrote:
> >> >> > On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 8:54:09 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> >> > > On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 3:25:43 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> >> >> > > > On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 12:33:11 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> >> > > > > On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 12:26:51 PM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> >> >> > > > > > > On Sunday, December 4, 2022 at 11:45:01 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 3:39:55 PM UTC-5, Dennis Rowan wrote:
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >> George J. Dance wrote:
> >> >> > > > >
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > My Father's House
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > This is my father's house, although
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > The man died thirteen years ago.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > They said it would be quite all right
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > To take a drive to see it now.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > And built the whole thing (from a box),
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Toiling after each full day's work.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I helped, though I was only six.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Look, here's the back door I would use
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > To enter; there I'd leave my things
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > To be so many other places.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Outside, the garden that he grew
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Where I would work the summers through,
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > While watching my friends run and play
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Mysterious games I never knew.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > The one chair I was let to sit?
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Which, the corner where boys were put?
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > After the meal, to make no noise,
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > To read or play alone, and then
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Face and pyjama bottoms down
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Oh, if I were a millionaire
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I'd buy my father's house, and there
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Its flames would light up all the air.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ~~
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > George J. Dance
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I like George's poem.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > It's a sad poem but bold and unaffected.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I read it again.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Keep it up, George.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I still appreciate the poem.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I appreciate the poem too, for what it is, but appreciation doesn’t make it a quality piece of writing. It’s not.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Okay, are you saying /something else/ makes this a quality piece of writing?
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > If so. what?
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > I’m saying it’s not excellent, or even particularly good writing. It is a worthwhile
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > read for a contemporary piece posted in a Usenet newsgroup in that it gives
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > some insight into the thinking of its author, but it is not of professional quality.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > It would receive a passing grade in most second year college poetry classes.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Okay, thanks.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > > No worries, happy to oblige.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > > Good morning, "Go team."
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > >
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > > Yes, you’re welcome.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > > Excellent, now go have a nice day, it's later than you think.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > > That must be directed at Robert Burrows also.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > > No shit, Pastor Sherlock.
> >> >> > > > > > > > > >
> >> >> > > > > > > > >
> >> >> > > > > > > > > Robert’s not here right now, but I’m sure he’ll be happy to address your apparent
> >> >> > > > > > > > > hostility at his earliest opportunity, since it obviously has nothing to do with me.
> >> >> > > > > > > > You're confused, I'm not at all hostile.
> >> >> > > > > > > >
> >> >> > > > > > > > HTH and HAND.
> >> >> > > > > > > You misunderstand. I didn’t say you were.
> >> >> > > > > > “No shit, Pastor Sherlock.” isn’t indicative of, or conducive to
> >> >> > > > > > cordial or courteous discourse, which is why I referred to your
> >> >> > > > > > “apparent” hostility. I don’t know why you write what you do.
> >> >> > > > > >
> >> >> > > > > > Maybe you thought you were being humorously entertaining
> >> >> > > > > > for an audience of admiring readers that doesn’t include me,
> >> >> > > > > > which would be perfectly fine. No worries; no offense taken.
> >> >> > > > > It's a term of endearment, like when you call me a donkey.
> >> >> > > > >
> >> >> > > > > HTH and HAND.
> >> >> > > > Is Corey on the side of the apes...?
> >> >> > > Corey is on any side that's against me.
> >> >> > Why does everyone dislike you, Donkey?
> >> >> Not everyone, little monkey.
> >>
> >> > Everyone who
> >> You don't know as much about me as you think, shit slinging little monkey..
> > William Abraham Dockery (a.k.a., Will Donkey), born 5/7/1958. Left back at least twice in grade school/high school; dropped out at after having failed your senior year. Started sexually molesting the neighborhood children
> Already you're posting lies/libel about me.
>
> Why do you lie and misrepresent so much, Michael Pendragon, you sleazy shit spewing little monkey?

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