Will Dockery wrote:
>
> "Behind The Forest", was written by me over a decade ago.
>
> Some of the timestamped and dated information on my poem "Behind The
> Forest":
>
> Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery - Google Groups
> Google Groups
> Aug 24, 2003 - Behind The Forest. Under the tent, can't describe this light.
> Under the black base are blue and red shadows. The ink glistens, silvery
> like tiny ...
>
> Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery - Google Groups
> Google Groups Jan 1, 2014 - Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery, Will
> Dockery, 8/24/03 11:39 PM. Behind The Forest. Under the tent, can't describe
> this light. Under the ...
>
> Re: Behind The Forest / Will Dockery - Google Groups
> Google Groups Jan 2, 2014 - "Peter J Ross" <p...@homeridae.org> wrote in
> message news:slrnlc913i.n4m.pjr@homeri dae.org ... > In alt.arts.poetry.com
> ments on Wed, 1 Jan ...
>
> And the Playgrounds Magazine issue in 2005 I published the poem in:
>
> ----
> To The Magic Store by Will Dockery
>
> [Playgrounds Magazine, April 2005]
>
> "But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every
> moon
> is atrocious and every sun bitter..." -Arthur Rimbaud
>
> Passings and Arrivals:
>
> I stopped by Isis House recently, and Norma told me that Smiley [Earl
> Parrish] has died.
>
> Literally hundreds of memories, all happy, many hilarious of *our*, and
> certainly one of the last, true Southern Gentlemen, come to mind, some
> of
> the best:
>
> Smiley's poem, "Georgia":
>
> "From the shores of the Atlantic,
> To the banks of the Chattahoochie...
> It's Geeeeeorrrr-gia..."
>
> That he often read at the original poetry open mics.
>
> His excellent reditions of show-tunes, and his show-stopper versions of
> "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" and "Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree With
> Anyone
> Else But Me".
>
> "And lots of other things..." -Johnny Cash.
>
> <snip>
>
> A poem from different, and simpler, times:
>
> ----
> Behind The Forest.
>
> Under the tent,
> can't describe this light.
> Under the black base are blue and red shadows.
> The ink glistens, silvery like tiny mercury.
>
> Working to purity,
> music and words and sweat.
> No tears.
> Forget tomorrow.
> Let go the problems in time.
>
> Sun bleached cure,
> the addiction does not hold me,
> as the drugs,
> human drugs,
> create the sound.
> Saint Augustine night, moon mother smiles.
>
> Catch the flow,
> it may never be back again, though possible.
> Poetic form disintegrates,
> quit cold turkey,
> so I can find what I have lost.
> Termite stars shine on the oldest city.
>
> The fascist doctors are no match for the
> old man with beads.
> Double digeridoo warble,
> aboriginal soul hum.
> Sweat, blue meets red.
> Let it drop for peace of mind.
>
> Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
> through the breeze...
> words about money float by.
> Hope springs eternal
> as long as the well ain't dry.
>
> -Will Dockery
>
> That's it for now, take care, and email your Smiley memories for next
> issue's remembrance of this Shadowville legend, now passed.
> ----
>
> And so it goes.

Cool back story, reading again...!

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 4:52:49 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
> >
> > "Behind The Forest", was written by me over a decade ago.
> >
> > Some of the timestamped and dated information on my poem "Behind The
> > Forest":
> >
> > Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery - Google Groups
> > Google Groups
> > Aug 24, 2003 - Behind The Forest. Under the tent, can't describe this light.
> > Under the black base are blue and red shadows. The ink glistens, silvery
> > like tiny ...
> >
> > Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery - Google Groups
> > Google Groups Jan 1, 2014 - Behind The Forest. by Will Dockery, Will
> > Dockery, 8/24/03 11:39 PM. Behind The Forest. Under the tent, can't describe
> > this light. Under the ...
> >
> > Re: Behind The Forest / Will Dockery - Google Groups
> > Google Groups Jan 2, 2014 - "Peter J Ross" <p...@homeridae.org> wrote in
> > message news:slrnlc913i.n4m.pjr@homeri dae.org ... > In alt.arts.poetry..com
> > ments on Wed, 1 Jan ...
> >
> > And the Playgrounds Magazine issue in 2005 I published the poem in:
> >
> > ----
> > To The Magic Store by Will Dockery
> >
> > [Playgrounds Magazine, April 2005]
> >
> > "But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every
> > moon
> > is atrocious and every sun bitter..." -Arthur Rimbaud
> >
> > Passings and Arrivals:
> >
> > I stopped by Isis House recently, and Norma told me that Smiley [Earl
> > Parrish] has died.
> >
> > Literally hundreds of memories, all happy, many hilarious of *our*, and
> > certainly one of the last, true Southern Gentlemen, come to mind, some
> > of
> > the best:
> >
> > Smiley's poem, "Georgia":
> >
> > "From the shores of the Atlantic,
> > To the banks of the Chattahoochie...
> > It's Geeeeeorrrr-gia..."
> >
> > That he often read at the original poetry open mics.
> >
> > His excellent reditions of show-tunes, and his show-stopper versions of
> > "Somewhere Over The Rainbow" and "Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree With
> > Anyone
> > Else But Me".
> >
> > "And lots of other things..." -Johnny Cash.
> >
> > <snip>
> >
> > A poem from different, and simpler, times:
> >
> > ----
> > Behind The Forest.
> >
> > Under the tent,
> > can't describe this light.
> > Under the black base are blue and red shadows.
> > The ink glistens, silvery like tiny mercury.
> >
> > Working to purity,
> > music and words and sweat.
> > No tears.
> > Forget tomorrow.
> > Let go the problems in time.
> >
> > Sun bleached cure,
> > the addiction does not hold me,
> > as the drugs,
> > human drugs,
> > create the sound.
> > Saint Augustine night, moon mother smiles.
> >
> > Catch the flow,
> > it may never be back again, though possible.
> > Poetic form disintegrates,
> > quit cold turkey,
> > so I can find what I have lost.
> > Termite stars shine on the oldest city.
> >
> > The fascist doctors are no match for the
> > old man with beads.
> > Double digeridoo warble,
> > aboriginal soul hum.
> > Sweat, blue meets red.
> > Let it drop for peace of mind.
> >
> > Fingerpicking violinist weaves notes
> > through the breeze...
> > words about money float by.
> > Hope springs eternal
> > as long as the well ain't dry.
> >
> > -Will Dockery
> >
> > That's it for now, take care, and email your Smiley memories for next
> > issue's remembrance of this Shadowville legend, now passed.
> > ----
> >
> > And so it goes.
>
> Cool back story, reading again...!

Thanks again for reading and commenting.

🙂