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Yello Notebook Series by Will Dockery
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Will Dockery
2006-07-30 16:59:45 UTC
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Yello Notebook Series by Will Dockery (c)2002
A Creature Of The Age.
Turn it
to the wall,
and let it cook.
Get removed from it.
"When's it done?"
"How do you know
when sex is done?"
Photographic
from memory,
gestural sketches
of thought.
In the museum theatre,
soft light,
recently seen good paint.
moving, moved at, moving with,
everything agitates---.
Cannot be a photograph,
to match,
this memory.
The way i see it inside.
-Will Dockery.
Coil
This coil of pain
memory burns
with flashing image
and haunting misses.
Distinct dream vision
mixed up with conciousness
train seems right on top of me
conductor has an agenda.
Only the god see beyond this veil
I seen them eyes
red blazing shaking.
No time to think,
no desire to.
There seems to be a wide awake
slow ride
conciousness carries
stretches through these years
these days... this minute.
As if the night could purify
rather than corrupt
my reptillian hands
my repitition in signs.
-Will Dockery
Commodore.
What was it you said
that rang out to me yesterday
and when did you say it
and why---?
I don't really know,
when or why or even what now.
But it has hurt,
and it has affected our future,
whatever that may or may not have been.
-Will Dockery
Diver Days.
Crosslegged, she sits.
Red wine, friends.
Mellowness & memories.
*** *** ***
She seems
to have a crisis of faith,
but she's also sort of a
prima donna it seems.
A bit absurd with it.
Seems to be
doing better on this one,
this faster rocking gospel plow;
needing to use less octaves.
It's got the crowd
up and clapping,
Brother Dave almost jumps.
*** *** ***
Is it important,
or really?
Just go right through it.
-Will Dockery.
Empty Signal.
Comet tail.
Fuzzy tones,
impressionistic world vision.
Sitting by the fountain,
they used to call it "poet's fountain".
Bookless, moneyless,
filled with love,
filled with empty hope.
I was going to the mountain,
but when I got there it faded away.
troubles surround me,
at the poet's fountain.
They double and fold,
almost everyday.
Sitting in a chilled room,
FDR teaching mathematics,
kind but quietly menacing.
-Will Dockery
Head Trip
Look at that girl---
her mind is spinning---
and she loves.
It was her head trip,
and it was her trip.
A head trip,
riding in the dark.
She's rock and roll
piece of the past
and she has plenty of class.
It was her head trip,
and it was her trip.
A head trip,
this that and the other.
Look at that girl---
peace on her face,
and she loves.
It was her head trip,
and it was her trip.
A head trip,
strong coffee with sugar & cream.
-Will Dockery
Light & Chill
The light and the chill
at the top of the hill
feeling the flow
when the wind blows
geometric rooftops
illumination light rocks.
-Will Dockery
Little S & G
Smile. Grin.
Dark eyes. Bright eyes.
Night and day and many shades of
in between.
Slime. Green.
Keylime and the key to my heart.
Red, gold, and smut black child.
No eyes,
my blind little dancing girl,
pirouette my heart.
Simile. Grain.
My seeds search for yolk.
Words are hard when the subject is
night day and many shades of
in between.
-Will Dockery
"the yello notebook series"
Off The Cuff Part Two
Enforced distance,
I've known her for a while.
But I could never love her,
I'll never know her smile.
Because she can't see me
and I can not see her.
She just lives around the way,
but the distance could not be further.
And I can not explain that,
can not be really written in a book.
She is like an ancient soul mate,
she has such a distant look.
If I had the courage,
I'd ask her why she don't seem to like me.
But like I'm sometimes known to do
I'll just wait and see.
Off the cuff,
I cry secret tears for you.
Off the cuff,
couldn't take a rejection from you.
-Will Dockery
Sixties Dream Movie.
I fell asleep,
don't know what I had ate,
I dreamed, the hour was late.
It was 1968,
when comix were great,
I was ten but I left like eight,
back in La Grange when I didn't know my fate.
Went back to the times,
when grass was green,
imaginary friends that would say what they mean.
I had a barn outside my Grandad's house,
could look out the window and see distant cows.
Surrounded by safety
and my unchained creativity,
a million miles from adult insanity.
My Granddaddy came out to get me,
he was on a softball team and wanted me to see,
they were playing across the way at Tatumville School,
I hoped someday I could be as cool.
We strolled across and saw the crowd,
hot dogs, children playing, the racket was loud.
Several games, teams of different ages,
groups and skill of all phases and stages.
And further still out by the trees,
a voice singing out that I could hardly believe.
It was a friend I would know thirty years later,
a stand up guy I haven't met one better.
I strolled over so I could say hello,
he called me up and made me part of the show,
gave me someplace to go.
All those years of dreams and art,
they all come together and I pick them apart.
Surrounded by people I am still alone
but I'm not the only rolling stone.
Have to do what I must do,
I will always keep these notes for you.
-Will Dockery
Slam The Bell.
Bodeen sits in shadow,
by the bar door,
as cars rush by,
in quick eclipse.
Slam to the underground,
standing on a platform,
all the bellringing
songs of Christmas.
World is a stage,
when your time comes up on this page,
or clear off the page,
and to the point.
Slam to the underground,
make a sound found and round,
right through the ground,
let the words roll out,
like bells.
-Will Dockery.
Soft Shadows
Soft shadows of two men,
move and evolve.
Commercialism is the word,
a fact of life.
Sometimes very pleasant.
I've been here before.
i will be here again.
Roger that.
Soft sound from the piano below,
shifts and flows.
from this dizzy height,
it's hard to see anything.
In the effort to get everything.
-Will Dockery
Sweet Dark Memories
Sweetest smell in the air,
as i walk by an old church.
Under a canopy of Spanish moss.
The sweet queen
rustles through my memory tonight.
I stroll happy in this sweet night,
at peace at last,
at peace with the past.
I loved you dear lady,
unlike any other love,
and those pleasures are mine alone,
no one can take or share them.
I can never go home,
7th Avenue does not exist in this world.
Let's take it down to a new level,
take it down to sea level.
I am the pirate prince of Shadowville,
walking through sweet smoke and fog,
folowing a certain music!
© Will Dockery
This Little Game.
Well
this is one
of the damnest
little games
I've ever
been in.
No way out
not even
inside.
Will the
mist lift
will the
shade shift.
-Will Dockery
to Sammantha.
Hello Sammantha,
seems to've been a while,
it HAS been a long time rising.
Ceramic Bird Sam,
fly to the blue all I am.
Oak and acorn,
progressive forward.
Brandy and smiles,
in the gathering twilight.
Never again.
There's lots of reason,
to keep this under wraps.
But now is the time for me,
to say just a bit.
I have loved you,
and I must let you know.
I should make that go,
owe it to myself,
and you too.
Daylight comes
and still I hesitate...
And I wonder,
how long it will wait,
before it is too late?
Sincerely,
W. Dockery.
-Will Dockery
Weasel Blues
Weasel cringes,
Weasel winces,
watch Weasel out
straddling fences.
Diving under tables,
avoiding his senses.
(That's what he's doin'!)
-Will Dockery
When.
When the mill shut down,
we hit the pavement with a thud,
then we all got up and kept walking.
Some to the work house,
some to the poor house,
some to the whorehouse,
and the grave.
-Will Dockery
An entire chapbook in one post!

Thanks for finding this one, Gasfly, as modesty prevented me from reposting
it myself!

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10 years of Mush-Mouth's whining lies, the archive:
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Rob "Mush-Mouth" Evans performs with a mouthful of oatmeal & a whistle-lisp:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/berkshire/stage/poets/robevanspoem.ram
ggamble
2006-07-30 18:16:52 UTC
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On Sun, 30 Jul 2006 12:59:45 -0400, "Will Dockery"
Post by Will Dockery
modesty
Some day
Stuart Leichter
2006-07-30 21:16:55 UTC
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When.
When the mill shut down,
we hit the pavement with a thud,
then we all got up and kept walking.
Some to the work house,
some to the poor house,
some to the whorehouse,
and the grave.
-Will Dockery
This one's good, Will.

The title you might make When the mill shut down (without the comma, and
then continue with the 2nd and following lines).

I think you should post it with a C&C request in the subject line.

Stuart

(crit-cred: I know literal from figurative, I know opinions from sentiments,
and I never threatened you)
Will Dockery
2006-07-30 21:45:18 UTC
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Post by Stuart Leichter
When.
When the mill shut down,
we hit the pavement with a thud,
then we all got up and kept walking.
Some to the work house,
some to the poor house,
some to the whorehouse,
and the grave.
-Will Dockery
This one's good, Will.
The title you might make When the mill shut down (without the comma, and
then continue with the 2nd and following lines).
I think you should post it with a C&C request in the subject line.
Stuart
(crit-cred: I know literal from figurative, I know opinions from sentiments,
and I never threatened you)
I read on after the first line of your response expecting a punch line,
and since I've read it a couple of times and can't detect one, I'll
just say "thanks", Stuart.

--
"Ozone Stigmata" by Will Dockery
http://www.myspace.com/willdockery

The Ride (Combat Zone) by Shadowville All-Stars
Video by Janis Petersen:
http://youtu.be/9lZ3VAmNTWc

10 years of Mush-Mouth's whining lies, the archive:
http://tinyurl.com/qoc7b
Rob "Mush-Mouth" Evans performs with a mouthful of oatmeal & a
whistle-lisp:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/berkshire/stage/poets/robevanspoem.ram
Will Dockery
2006-07-31 06:07:44 UTC
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Post by Stuart Leichter
When the mill shut down
When the mill shut down
we hit the pavement with a thud,
then we all got up and kept walking.
Some to the work house,
some to the poor house,
some to the whorehouse,
and the grave.
-Will Dockery
This one's good, Will.
The title you might make When the mill shut down (without the comma, and
then continue with the 2nd and following lines).
This makes sense, and seems the comma is out of place, gives it an
unneeded pause there.
Post by Stuart Leichter
I think you should post it with a C&C request in the subject line.
Since the subject line is pretty long with your title suggestion i'll
leave the C&C part to those that manage to open the message...
Post by Stuart Leichter
Stuart
(crit-cred: I know literal from figurative, I know opinions from sentiments,
and I never threatened you)
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"Ozone Stigmata" by Will Dockery
http://www.myspace.com/willdockery

Greybeard Cavalier
Recorded at The Vault June 13, 2006
Vocals: Will Dockery. Music: The Shadowville Allstars. Based on
"Greybeard Cavalier" by Will Dockery, 0x0000 and Brian Fowler.
Video by Doug Cole

ggamble
2006-07-31 12:12:03 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by Stuart Leichter
When the mill shut down
When the mill shut down
we hit the pavement with a thud,
then we all got up and kept walking.
Some to the work house,
some to the poor house,
some to the whorehouse,
and the grave.
-Will Dockery
This one's good, Will.
The title you might make When the mill shut down (without the comma, and
then continue with the 2nd and following lines).
This makes sense, and seems the comma is out of place, gives it an
unneeded pause there.
Post by Stuart Leichter
I think you should post it with a C&C request in the subject line.
Since the subject line is pretty long with your title suggestion i'll
leave the C&C part to those that manage to open the message...
Post by Stuart Leichter
Stuart
(crit-cred: I know literal from figurative, I know opinions from sentiments,
and I never threatened you)
fish
in a barrel
Will Dockery
2006-07-31 13:45:21 UTC
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Post by ggamble
When the mill shut down
When the mill shut down
we hit the pavement with a thud,
then we all got up and kept walking.
Some to the work house,
some to the poor house,
some to the whorehouse,
and the grave.
-Will Dockery
fish
in a barrel
Like shooting "Pete The Dog"?

--
"Ozone Stigmata" by Will Dockery
http://www.myspace.com/willdockery

The Ride (Combat Zone) by Shadowville All-Stars
Video by Janis Petersen:
http://youtu.be/9lZ3VAmNTWc

10 years of Mush-Mouth's whining lies, the archive:
http://tinyurl.com/qoc7b
Rob "Mush-Mouth" Evans performs with a mouthful of oatmeal & a
whistle-lisp:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/berkshire/stage/poets/robevanspoem.ram
ggamble
2006-07-31 13:24:18 UTC
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On 30 Jul 2006 23:07:44 -0700, "Will Dockery" <***@gmail.com>
wrote:

When the mill shut down

When the mill shut down
we hit the pavement with a thud,
then we all got up and kept walking.
No sea deep enough,
no dark black enough.
No death painless,
no ressurection coming.
Open myself up,
I see twisted roots.
What has happened,
what will happen,
down to the end,
and down deeper.
No sea black enough,
no dark deep enough.
Sleep not final,
dreams to awake,
to this terrible lie.
I know. Nothing but pain.
Darkness and pain.
I know.
On and on it remains,
it's all so simple,
nothing but a grim heart.
Some to the work house,
some to the poor house,
some to the whorehouse,
and the grave.

-Will Dockery
Will Dockery
2006-07-31 13:57:13 UTC
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When the mill shut down
When the mill shut down
we hit the pavement with a thud,
then we all got up and kept walking.
Some to the work house,
some to the poor house,
some to the whorehouse,
and the grave.
-Will Dockery
Thanks for the excellent "Will Dockery Retrospective", Gasfly!

--
"Ozone Stigmata" by Will Dockery
http://www.myspace.com/willdockery

The Ride (Combat Zone) by Shadowville All-Stars
Video by Janis Petersen:
http://youtu.be/9lZ3VAmNTWc

10 years of Mush-Mouth's whining lies, the archive:
http://tinyurl.com/qoc7b
Rob "Mush-Mouth" Evans performs with a mouthful of oatmeal & a
whistle-lisp:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/berkshire/stage/poets/robevanspoem.ram
ggamble
2006-07-31 14:06:07 UTC
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Post by ggamble
No sea deep enough,
no dark black enough.
No death painless,
no ressurection coming.
Open myself up,
I see twisted roots.
What has happened,
what will happen,
down to the end,
and down deeper.
No sea black enough,
no dark deep enough.
Sleep not final,
dreams to awake,
to this terrible lie.
I know. Nothing but pain.
Darkness and pain.
I know.
On and on it remains,
it's all so simple,
nothing but a grim heart.
Stuart Leichter
2006-07-31 17:14:17 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
When the mill shut down
When the mill shut down
we hit the pavement with a thud,
then we all got up and kept walking.
Some to the work house,
some to the poor house,
some to the whorehouse,
and the grave.
-Will Dockery
Thanks for the excellent "Will Dockery Retrospective", Gasfly!
Though you seem to have taken my suggestion about the title, Will, I meant
that you would write in the subject line of the post

When the mill shut down

(omitting 'by Will Dockery' in the subject line)

(and then)

we hit the pavement with a thud,
then we all got up and kept walking.
Some to the work house,
some to the poor house,
some to the whorehouse,
and the grave.

(That is, you wouldn't repeat the title/first line. But as a standalone
piece, you might set the first line above as the title and also as the
beginning line simultaneously.)
Will Dockery
2006-07-31 19:59:07 UTC
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Post by Stuart Leichter
Post by Will Dockery
When the mill shut down
When the mill shut down
we hit the pavement with a thud,
then we all got up and kept walking.
Some to the work house,
some to the poor house,
some to the whorehouse,
and the grave.
-Will Dockery
Thanks for the excellent "Will Dockery Retrospective", Gasfly!
Though you seem to have taken my suggestion about the title, Will, I meant
that you would write in the subject line of the post
When the mill shut down
(omitting 'by Will Dockery' in the subject line)
(and then)
we hit the pavement with a thud,
then we all got up and kept walking.
Some to the work house,
some to the poor house,
some to the whorehouse,
and the grave.
(That is, you wouldn't repeat the title/first line. But as a standalone
piece, you might set the first line above as the title and also as the
beginning line simultaneously.)
Yeah, sounds like a plan.

--
"Ozone Stigmata" by Will Dockery
http://www.myspace.com/willdockery

The Ride (Combat Zone) by Shadowville All-Stars
Video by Janis Petersen:
http://youtu.be/9lZ3VAmNTWc

10 years of Mush-Mouth's whining lies, the archive:
http://tinyurl.com/qoc7b
Rob "Mush-Mouth" Evans performs with a mouthful of oatmeal & a
whistle-lisp:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/berkshire/stage/poets/robevanspoem.ram
Will Dockery
2006-07-31 14:15:19 UTC
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All those years of dreams and art,
they all come together and I pick them apart.
Surrounded by people I am still alone
-Will Dockery
Yeah, he was in his mid forties when he wrote this one too.
How? This is confessional autobiography from the last couple years,
weeks, minutes...
The Yello Notebook Series was written during 1997-1998.

--
"Ozone Stigmata" by Will Dockery
http://www.myspace.com/willdockery

The Ride (Combat Zone) by Shadowville All-Stars
Video by Janis Petersen:
http://youtu.be/9lZ3VAmNTWc

10 years of Mush-Mouth's whining lies, the archive:
http://tinyurl.com/qoc7b
Rob "Mush-Mouth" Evans performs with a mouthful of oatmeal & a
whistle-lisp:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/berkshire/stage/poets/robevanspoem.ram
ggamble
2006-07-31 14:21:50 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
The Yello Notebook Series was written during 1997-1998.
heh

Any normal person would cringe with embarrassment.

Okay, that adolescent shit was written by someone in their late
thirties/early forties.
Post by Will Dockery
No sea deep enough,
no dark black enough.
No death painless,
no ressurection coming.
Open myself up,
I see twisted roots.
What has happened,
what will happen,
down to the end,
and down deeper.
No sea black enough,
no dark deep enough.
Sleep not final,
dreams to awake,
to this terrible lie.
I know. Nothing but pain.
Darkness and pain.
I know.
On and on it remains,
it's all so simple,
nothing but a grim heart.
Will Dockery
2006-07-31 14:24:12 UTC
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Nothing But Pain.
No sea deep enough,
no dark black enough.
No death painless,
no ressurection coming.
Open myself up,
I see twisted roots.
What has happened,
what will happen,
down to the end,
and down deeper.
No sea black enough,
no dark deep enough.
Sleep not final,
dreams to awake,
to this terrible lie.
I know. Nothing but pain.
Darkness and pain.
I know.
On and on it remains,
it's all so simple,
nothing but a grim heart.
-Will Dockery
He was in his mid-forties when he wrote this.
Close enough, Gasfly- the Yellow Notebook Series was written 1997-98.

--
"Ozone Stigmata" by Will Dockery
http://www.myspace.com/willdockery

The Ride (Combat Zone) by Shadowville All-Stars
Video by Janis Petersen:
http://youtu.be/9lZ3VAmNTWc

10 years of Mush-Mouth's whining lies, the archive:
http://tinyurl.com/qoc7b
Rob "Mush-Mouth" Evans performs with a mouthful of oatmeal & a whistle-lisp:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/berkshire/stage/poets/robevanspoem.ram
ggamble
2006-07-31 14:36:23 UTC
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On Mon, 31 Jul 2006 10:24:12 -0400, "Will Dockery"
Post by Will Dockery
Close enough
So:

You admit to penning the afore-mentioned swill?

And:

You admit to writing it when you were in your late thirties/early
forties?

Apparently, no?

These are simple enough questions, I don't expect an answer.
Will Dockery
2006-07-31 14:53:04 UTC
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Post by ggamble
You admit to writing
I write every day, Gasfly... something you apparently haven't done in years.

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"Ozone Stigmata" by Will Dockery
http://www.myspace.com/willdockery

The Ride (Combat Zone) by Shadowville All-Stars
Video by Janis Petersen:
http://youtu.be/9lZ3VAmNTWc

10 years of Mush-Mouth's whining lies, the archive:
http://tinyurl.com/qoc7b
Rob "Mush-Mouth" Evans performs with a mouthful of oatmeal & a whistle-lisp:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/berkshire/stage/poets/robevanspoem.ram
ggamble
2006-08-01 01:23:49 UTC
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On Mon, 31 Jul 2006 10:53:04 -0400, "Will Dockery"
Post by ggamble
No sea deep enough,
no dark black enough.
No death painless,
no ressurection coming.
Open myself up,
I see twisted roots.
What has happened,
what will happen,
down to the end,
and down deeper.
No sea black enough,
no dark deep enough.
Sleep not final,
dreams to awake,
to this terrible lie.
I know. Nothing but pain.
Darkness and pain.
I know.
On and on it remains,
it's all so simple,
nothing but a grim heart.
Will Dockery
2006-07-31 19:49:12 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
The Yello Notebook Series was written during 1997-1998.
heh
Any normal person would cringe.
I cringe when I remember what a bad stretch I was having when I wrote this
poem... but at least a good poem got written, bad times never last, and and
Post by Will Dockery
No sea deep enough,
no dark black enough.
No death painless,
no ressurection coming.
Open myself up,
I see twisted roots.
What has happened,
what will happen,
down to the end,
and down deeper.
No sea black enough,
no dark deep enough.
Sleep not final,
dreams to awake,
to this terrible lie.
I know. Nothing but pain.
Darkness and pain.
I know.
On and on it remains,
it's all so simple,
nothing but a grim heart.
-Will Dockery
--
"Ozone Stigmata" by Will Dockery
http://www.myspace.com/willdockery

The Ride (Combat Zone) by Shadowville All-Stars
Video by Janis Petersen:
http://youtu.be/9lZ3VAmNTWc

10 years of Mush-Mouth's whining lies, the archive:
http://tinyurl.com/qoc7b
Rob "Mush-Mouth" Evans performs with a mouthful of oatmeal & a whistle-lisp:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/berkshire/stage/poets/robevanspoem.ram
Renay
2006-07-31 20:35:02 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by Will Dockery
The Yello Notebook Series was written during 1997-1998.
heh
Any normal person would cringe.
I cringe when I remember what a bad stretch I was having when I wrote this
poem... but at least a poem got written, bad times never last, and and
all that remains is the flabby beer belly
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