Will Dockery wrote:
> On Jul 24, 10:00 am, baloney wrote:
> > "Vera" wrote
> >
> > > > His name suggests a Polish background.
> >
> > > > I found little of his poetry in Google, but maybe I didn't
> > > > search well enough. Don't have that much time on the net--
> >
> > > > Would someone be so kind as to post something of his
> > > > (not in complete form, of course!) Best to leave out a middle
> > > > part rather than that essential last line.
> >
> > > > At least I should know whose style I'm copying!
> >
> > > > Thank you!
> >
> > > > Vera
> >
> > > huh? you're copying Bukowski? I think you like
> > > yourself WAY too much for there to ever be
> > > any confusion about the two.
> >
> > I think someone else compared Vera's style to Buk's, and she doesn't
> > know much about him, so she is curious.
> Probably the "chopped-up-prose" thing, I guess,
> > Someone at the local strip mall said the old man looked like Jimmy
> > Buffet, so he asked me who he is for much the same reason. My answer
> > was, "Well, he isn't Warren Buffet; I think he's a musician." I
> > looked up Jimmy Buffet, and excepting the ubiquitous Hawaiian shirt, I
> > still think the old man looks more like Teddy Roosevelt. "Bully!"
> Interesting that Buffett /and/ Roosevelt come to mind constantly when
> I'm around Barfield, he's got the swashbucking sailor-rough riding
> warrior poet thing down, and have lived it since I first met him as a
> kid.
> On the Buffett angle, here's probably the ultimate JB song-poem:
> A Pirate Looks At Forty
> Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
> Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
> You've seen it all, you've seen it all
> Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
> And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
> Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream
> Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
> The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
> I'm an over-forty victim of fate
> Arriving too late, arriving too late
> I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass
> I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
> Never meant to last, never meant to last
> And I have been drunk now for over two weeks
> I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
> But I got stop wishin', got to go fishin'
> Down to rock bottom again
> Just a few friends, just a few friends
> (instrumental)
> I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
> Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day
> Still could manage to smile
> Just takes a while, just takes a while
> Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I've found
> My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
> I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
> Coda:
> I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
> -Jimmy Buffett, 1974
> > Wry little poem by Buk, thanks for posting.
> It probably goes without saying that Buk's one of my favorites, though
> his name hasn't come up much lately (the last time was prbably when I
> compared Chuck's "shock" style to Buk)... Dale Houstman gave me a very
> memorable paperback book blurb quote when he wrote that I was "...a
> better poet than Bukowski..." or something similar.
> Anyhow, I don't have the book handy and no time to Google (a few hours
> of sailboat repair await today) but "Boarding House Madrigals" is the
> poetry book of Buk's I'd name as a favorite out of the dozens out
> there, containing many favorites which were fun to read aloud when the
> time came to wake up the audience. The one where Buk writes
> "...My old lady wouldn't let me sleep..." a few more lines "...so I
> killed her."
> and the one where he wakes up from a drunken night and finds his
> friend with his big toes in his old lady's... well, you can guess
> where, or know the poem already... I might look these up later, if
> they're online somewhere, and post them here... great stuff.
> --
> "God's Toybox" by Dockery-Beck:
> http://www.myspace.com/shadowvilleallstars
> "Hasty Pudding" by Dockery-Conley:
> http://www.myspace.com/willdockery

Interesting back story...!

Faraway Star wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>> On Jul 24, 10:00 am, baloney wrote:
>> > "Vera" wrote
>> >
>> > > > His name suggests a Polish background.
>> >
>> > > > I found little of his poetry in Google, but maybe I didn't
>> > > > search well enough. Don't have that much time on the net--
>> >
>> > > > Would someone be so kind as to post something of his
>> > > > (not in complete form, of course!) Best to leave out a middle
>> > > > part rather than that essential last line.
>> >
>> > > > At least I should know whose style I'm copying!
>> >
>> > > > Thank you!
>> >
>> > > > Vera
>> >
>> > > huh? you're copying Bukowski? I think you like
>> > > yourself WAY too much for there to ever be
>> > > any confusion about the two.
>> >
>> > I think someone else compared Vera's style to Buk's, and she doesn't
>> > know much about him, so she is curious.
>> Probably the "chopped-up-prose" thing, I guess,
>> > Someone at the local strip mall said the old man looked like Jimmy
>> > Buffet, so he asked me who he is for much the same reason. My answer
>> > was, "Well, he isn't Warren Buffet; I think he's a musician." I
>> > looked up Jimmy Buffet, and excepting the ubiquitous Hawaiian shirt, I
>> > still think the old man looks more like Teddy Roosevelt. "Bully!"
>> Interesting that Buffett /and/ Roosevelt come to mind constantly when
>> I'm around Barfield, he's got the swashbucking sailor-rough riding
>> warrior poet thing down, and have lived it since I first met him as a
>> kid.
>> On the Buffett angle, here's probably the ultimate JB song-poem:
>> A Pirate Looks At Forty
>> Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
>> Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
>> You've seen it all, you've seen it all
>> Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
>> And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
>> Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream
>> Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
>> The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
>> I'm an over-forty victim of fate
>> Arriving too late, arriving too late
>> I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass
>> I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
>> Never meant to last, never meant to last
>> And I have been drunk now for over two weeks
>> I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
>> But I got stop wishin', got to go fishin'
>> Down to rock bottom again
>> Just a few friends, just a few friends
>> (instrumental)
>> I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
>> Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day
>> Still could manage to smile
>> Just takes a while, just takes a while
>> Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I've found
>> My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
>> I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
>> Coda:
>> I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
>> -Jimmy Buffett, 1974
>> > Wry little poem by Buk, thanks for posting.
>> It probably goes without saying that Buk's one of my favorites, though
>> his name hasn't come up much lately (the last time was prbably when I
>> compared Chuck's "shock" style to Buk)... Dale Houstman gave me a very
>> memorable paperback book blurb quote when he wrote that I was "...a
>> better poet than Bukowski..." or something similar.
>> Anyhow, I don't have the book handy and no time to Google (a few hours
>> of sailboat repair await today) but "Boarding House Madrigals" is the
>> poetry book of Buk's I'd name as a favorite out of the dozens out
>> there, containing many favorites which were fun to read aloud when the
>> time came to wake up the audience. The one where Buk writes
>> "...My old lady wouldn't let me sleep..." a few more lines "...so I
>> killed her."
>> and the one where he wakes up from a drunken night and finds his
>> friend with his big toes in his old lady's... well, you can guess
>> where, or know the poem already... I might look these up later, if
>> they're online somewhere, and post them here... great stuff.
>> --
>> "God's Toybox" by Dockery-Beck:
>> http://www.myspace.com/shadowvilleallstars
>> "Hasty Pudding" by Dockery-Conley:
>> http://www.myspace.com/willdockery

> Interesting back story...!

Thanks again for reading and commenting, my friend.

🙂

Faraway Star wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>> On Jul 24, 10:00 am, baloney wrote:
>> > "Vera" wrote
>> >
>> > > > His name suggests a Polish background.
>> >
>> > > > I found little of his poetry in Google, but maybe I didn't
>> > > > search well enough. Don't have that much time on the net--
>> >
>> > > > Would someone be so kind as to post something of his
>> > > > (not in complete form, of course!) Best to leave out a middle
>> > > > part rather than that essential last line.
>> >
>> > > > At least I should know whose style I'm copying!
>> >
>> > > > Thank you!
>> >
>> > > > Vera
>> >
>> > > huh? you're copying Bukowski? I think you like
>> > > yourself WAY too much for there to ever be
>> > > any confusion about the two.
>> >
>> > I think someone else compared Vera's style to Buk's, and she doesn't
>> > know much about him, so she is curious.
>> Probably the "chopped-up-prose" thing, I guess,
>> > Someone at the local strip mall said the old man looked like Jimmy
>> > Buffet, so he asked me who he is for much the same reason. My answer
>> > was, "Well, he isn't Warren Buffet; I think he's a musician." I
>> > looked up Jimmy Buffet, and excepting the ubiquitous Hawaiian shirt, I
>> > still think the old man looks more like Teddy Roosevelt. "Bully!"
>> Interesting that Buffett /and/ Roosevelt come to mind constantly when
>> I'm around Barfield, he's got the swashbucking sailor-rough riding
>> warrior poet thing down, and have lived it since I first met him as a
>> kid.
>> On the Buffett angle, here's probably the ultimate JB song-poem:
>> A Pirate Looks At Forty
>> Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
>> Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
>> You've seen it all, you've seen it all
>> Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
>> And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
>> Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream
>> Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
>> The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
>> I'm an over-forty victim of fate
>> Arriving too late, arriving too late
>> I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass
>> I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
>> Never meant to last, never meant to last
>> And I have been drunk now for over two weeks
>> I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
>> But I got stop wishin', got to go fishin'
>> Down to rock bottom again
>> Just a few friends, just a few friends
>> (instrumental)
>> I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
>> Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day
>> Still could manage to smile
>> Just takes a while, just takes a while
>> Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I've found
>> My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
>> I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
>> Coda:
>> I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
>> -Jimmy Buffett, 1974
>> > Wry little poem by Buk, thanks for posting.
>> It probably goes without saying that Buk's one of my favorites, though
>> his name hasn't come up much lately (the last time was prbably when I
>> compared Chuck's "shock" style to Buk)... Dale Houstman gave me a very
>> memorable paperback book blurb quote when he wrote that I was "...a
>> better poet than Bukowski..." or something similar.
>> Anyhow, I don't have the book handy and no time to Google (a few hours
>> of sailboat repair await today) but "Boarding House Madrigals" is the
>> poetry book of Buk's I'd name as a favorite out of the dozens out
>> there, containing many favorites which were fun to read aloud when the
>> time came to wake up the audience. The one where Buk writes
>> "...My old lady wouldn't let me sleep..." a few more lines "...so I
>> killed her."
>> and the one where he wakes up from a drunken night and finds his
>> friend with his big toes in his old lady's... well, you can guess
>> where, or know the poem already... I might look these up later, if
>> they're online somewhere, and post them here... great stuff.
>> --
>> "God's Toybox" by Dockery-Beck:
>> http://www.myspace.com/shadowvilleallstars
>> "Hasty Pudding" by Dockery-Conley:
>> http://www.myspace.com/willdockery

> Interesting back story...!

Good evening, agreed.

Will Dockery wrote:

> Faraway Star wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>> On Jul 24, 10:00 am, baloney wrote:
>>> > "Vera" wrote
>>> >
>>> > > > His name suggests a Polish background.
>>> >
>>> > > > I found little of his poetry in Google, but maybe I didn't
>>> > > > search well enough. Don't have that much time on the net--
>>> >
>>> > > > Would someone be so kind as to post something of his
>>> > > > (not in complete form, of course!) Best to leave out a middle
>>> > > > part rather than that essential last line.
>>> >
>>> > > > At least I should know whose style I'm copying!
>>> >
>>> > > > Thank you!
>>> >
>>> > > > Vera
>>> >
>>> > > huh? you're copying Bukowski? I think you like
>>> > > yourself WAY too much for there to ever be
>>> > > any confusion about the two.
>>> >
>>> > I think someone else compared Vera's style to Buk's, and she doesn't
>>> > know much about him, so she is curious.
>>> Probably the "chopped-up-prose" thing, I guess,
>>> > Someone at the local strip mall said the old man looked like Jimmy
>>> > Buffet, so he asked me who he is for much the same reason. My answer
>>> > was, "Well, he isn't Warren Buffet; I think he's a musician." I
>>> > looked up Jimmy Buffet, and excepting the ubiquitous Hawaiian shirt, I
>>> > still think the old man looks more like Teddy Roosevelt. "Bully!"
>>> Interesting that Buffett /and/ Roosevelt come to mind constantly when
>>> I'm around Barfield, he's got the swashbucking sailor-rough riding
>>> warrior poet thing down, and have lived it since I first met him as a
>>> kid.
>>> On the Buffett angle, here's probably the ultimate JB song-poem:
>>> A Pirate Looks At Forty
>>> Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
>>> Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
>>> You've seen it all, you've seen it all
>>> Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
>>> And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
>>> Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream
>>> Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
>>> The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
>>> I'm an over-forty victim of fate
>>> Arriving too late, arriving too late
>>> I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass
>>> I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
>>> Never meant to last, never meant to last
>>> And I have been drunk now for over two weeks
>>> I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
>>> But I got stop wishin', got to go fishin'
>>> Down to rock bottom again
>>> Just a few friends, just a few friends
>>> (instrumental)
>>> I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
>>> Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day
>>> Still could manage to smile
>>> Just takes a while, just takes a while
>>> Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I've found
>>> My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
>>> I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
>>> Coda:
>>> I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
>>> -Jimmy Buffett, 1974
>>> > Wry little poem by Buk, thanks for posting.
>>> It probably goes without saying that Buk's one of my favorites, though
>>> his name hasn't come up much lately (the last time was prbably when I
>>> compared Chuck's "shock" style to Buk)... Dale Houstman gave me a very
>>> memorable paperback book blurb quote when he wrote that I was "...a
>>> better poet than Bukowski..." or something similar.
>>> Anyhow, I don't have the book handy and no time to Google (a few hours
>>> of sailboat repair await today) but "Boarding House Madrigals" is the
>>> poetry book of Buk's I'd name as a favorite out of the dozens out
>>> there, containing many favorites which were fun to read aloud when the
>>> time came to wake up the audience. The one where Buk writes
>>> "...My old lady wouldn't let me sleep..." a few more lines "...so I
>>> killed her."
>>> and the one where he wakes up from a drunken night and finds his
>>> friend with his big toes in his old lady's... well, you can guess
>>> where, or know the poem already... I might look these up later, if
>>> they're online somewhere, and post them here... great stuff.
>>> --
>>> "God's Toybox" by Dockery-Beck:
>>> http://www.myspace.com/shadowvilleallstars
>>> "Hasty Pudding" by Dockery-Conley:
>>> http://www.myspace.com/willdockery

>> Interesting back story...!

> Good evening, agreed.

Howdy howdy howdy, and yo...!

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> Faraway Star wrote:

>>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>> On Jul 24, 10:00 am, baloney wrote:
>>>> > "Vera" wrote
>>>> >
>>>> > > > His name suggests a Polish background.
>>>> >
>>>> > > > I found little of his poetry in Google, but maybe I didn't
>>>> > > > search well enough. Don't have that much time on the net--
>>>> >
>>>> > > > Would someone be so kind as to post something of his
>>>> > > > (not in complete form, of course!) Best to leave out a middle
>>>> > > > part rather than that essential last line.
>>>> >
>>>> > > > At least I should know whose style I'm copying!
>>>> >
>>>> > > > Thank you!
>>>> >
>>>> > > > Vera
>>>> >
>>>> > > huh? you're copying Bukowski? I think you like
>>>> > > yourself WAY too much for there to ever be
>>>> > > any confusion about the two.
>>>> >
>>>> > I think someone else compared Vera's style to Buk's, and she doesn't
>>>> > know much about him, so she is curious.
>>>> Probably the "chopped-up-prose" thing, I guess,
>>>> > Someone at the local strip mall said the old man looked like Jimmy
>>>> > Buffet, so he asked me who he is for much the same reason. My answer
>>>> > was, "Well, he isn't Warren Buffet; I think he's a musician." I
>>>> > looked up Jimmy Buffet, and excepting the ubiquitous Hawaiian shirt, I
>>>> > still think the old man looks more like Teddy Roosevelt. "Bully!"
>>>> Interesting that Buffett /and/ Roosevelt come to mind constantly when
>>>> I'm around Barfield, he's got the swashbucking sailor-rough riding
>>>> warrior poet thing down, and have lived it since I first met him as a
>>>> kid.
>>>> On the Buffett angle, here's probably the ultimate JB song-poem:
>>>> A Pirate Looks At Forty
>>>> Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call
>>>> Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall
>>>> You've seen it all, you've seen it all
>>>> Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam
>>>> And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen
>>>> Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream
>>>> Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late
>>>> The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder
>>>> I'm an over-forty victim of fate
>>>> Arriving too late, arriving too late
>>>> I've done a bit of smugglin', I've run my share of grass
>>>> I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast
>>>> Never meant to last, never meant to last
>>>> And I have been drunk now for over two weeks
>>>> I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks
>>>> But I got stop wishin', got to go fishin'
>>>> Down to rock bottom again
>>>> Just a few friends, just a few friends
>>>> (instrumental)
>>>> I go for younger women, lived with several awhile
>>>> Though I ran 'em away, they'd come back one day
>>>> Still could manage to smile
>>>> Just takes a while, just takes a while
>>>> Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I've found
>>>> My occupational hazard being my occupation's just not around
>>>> I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
>>>> Coda:
>>>> I feel like I've drowned, gonna head uptown
>>>> -Jimmy Buffett, 1974
>>>> > Wry little poem by Buk, thanks for posting.
>>>> It probably goes without saying that Buk's one of my favorites, though
>>>> his name hasn't come up much lately (the last time was prbably when I
>>>> compared Chuck's "shock" style to Buk)... Dale Houstman gave me a very
>>>> memorable paperback book blurb quote when he wrote that I was "...a
>>>> better poet than Bukowski..." or something similar.
>>>> Anyhow, I don't have the book handy and no time to Google (a few hours
>>>> of sailboat repair await today) but "Boarding House Madrigals" is the
>>>> poetry book of Buk's I'd name as a favorite out of the dozens out
>>>> there, containing many favorites which were fun to read aloud when the
>>>> time came to wake up the audience. The one where Buk writes
>>>> "...My old lady wouldn't let me sleep..." a few more lines "...so I
>>>> killed her."
>>>> and the one where he wakes up from a drunken night and finds his
>>>> friend with his big toes in his old lady's... well, you can guess
>>>> where, or know the poem already... I might look these up later, if
>>>> they're online somewhere, and post them here... great stuff.
>>>> --
>>>> "God's Toybox" by Dockery-Beck:
>>>> http://www.myspace.com/shadowvilleallstars
>>>> "Hasty Pudding" by Dockery-Conley:
>>>> http://www.myspace.com/willdockery

>>> Interesting back story...!

>> Good evening, agreed.

> Howdy howdy howdy, and yo...!

Hello there my friend, thanks again for the nod.

😃