news:af7d0d6b-d1c9-40dc-9a63-eb3ee15f93e5@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
Here is the "Apple Montage" poem, for scrutiny and comment.
Good let's discuss this now
while pretending to be sober
news:af7d0d6b-d1c9-40dc-9a63-eb3ee15f93e5@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
Here is the "Apple Montage" poem, for scrutiny and comment.
Good let's discuss this now and sort out Pen's lies.... You know Pen, though, once he lies, he really digs in with it...!
On Tuesday, May 31, 2022 at 9:26:55 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
On Tuesday, May 31, 2022 at 4:05:14 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Pendragon wrote in message
news:a21a2bcb-47e8-4b75...@googlegroups.com...
Two or more self-contained images that create a new (mental) image when >> > >> juxtaposed to one another through editing is a montage
Yes, that was the effect I was going for.
And parlayed excellently I might add...
***********************************************
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
***************************************
Thanks, Zod, this thread needed the poem.
🙂
Ye art welcomed, Sir Doc....!
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
For those who have missed the poem, and this thread was broken....!
"General Zod" wrote in message
news:af7d0d6b-d1c9-40dc-9a63-eb3ee15f93e5@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
Here is the "Apple Montage" poem, for scrutiny and comment.
Good let's discuss this now and sort out Pen's lies.... You know Pen, though, once he lies, he really digs in with it...!
You nailed it, Zod.
🙂
news:8be0e12d-f23e-4f46-85e6-3c1d79484467@googlegroups.com...
On Wednesday, May 29, 2022 at 1:20:09 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
HTH & HAND.
I see the poem.
I don't see the montage
General Zod <zodthemighty1@gmail.com> wrote in
news:35e35ef7-deef-4726-b142-2d784ba89568@googlegroups.com:
Writes Peter J. Ross... who is too ignorant to appreciate the poetry
of two greats like Edgar Allan Poe and William Blake.....
That is pretty foolish, I agree.
Will Dockery wrote:
"General Zod" wrote in message
news:af7d0d6b-d1c9-40dc-9a63-eb3ee15f93e5@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
Here is the "Apple Montage" poem, for scrutiny and comment.
Good let's discuss this now and sort out Pen's lies.... You know Pen, though, once he lies, he really digs in with it...!
You nailed it, Zod.
Good day, and I thank.....
"Coco DeSockmonkey" wrote in message
news:8be0e12d-f23e-4f46-85e6-3c1d79484467@googlegroups.com...
On Wednesday, May 29, 2022 at 1:20:09 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
HTH & HAND.
I see the poem.
I don't see the montage
We never could see eye to eye on that one, could we?
:)
Will Dockery wrote:
"Coco DeSockmonkey" wrote in message
news:8be0e12d-f23e-4f46-85e6-3c1d79484467@googlegroups.com...
On Wednesday, May 29, 2022 at 1:20:09 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
HTH & HAND.
I see the poem.
I don't see the montage
We never could see eye to eye on that one, could we?
:)
Either way, this is an all-time Fave of Doc poetry.....
General-Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
"General Zod" wrote in message
news:af7d0d6b-d1c9-40dc-9a63-eb3ee15f93e5@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
Here is the "Apple Montage" poem, for scrutiny and comment.
Good let's discuss this now and sort out Pen's lies.... You know Pen, though, once he lies, he really digs in with it...!
You nailed it, Zod.
Good day, and I thank.....
Good evening, Zod, I hope you and Mike are having a good one.
🙂
Will Dockery wrote:
General Zod <zodthemighty1@gmail.com> wrote in
news:35e35ef7-deef-4726-b142-2d784ba89568@googlegroups.com:
Writes Peter J. Ross... who is too ignorant to appreciate the poetry
of two greats like Edgar Allan Poe and William Blake.....
That is pretty foolish, I agree.
Peter could be quite puzzling at some times....
Will Dockery wrote:
General-Zod wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
"General Zod" wrote in message
news:af7d0d6b-d1c9-40dc-9a63-eb3ee15f93e5@googlegroups.com...
Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
Here is the "Apple Montage" poem, for scrutiny and comment.
Good let's discuss this now and sort out Pen's lies.... You know Pen, though, once he lies, he really digs in with it...!
You nailed it, Zod.
Good day, and I thank.....
Good evening, Zod, I hope you and Mike are having a good one.
Quite well, have been enjoying the fine Summer weather,...!
Will Dockery wrote:
"Coco DeSockmonkey" wrote in message
news:8be0e12d-f23e-4f46-85e6-3c1d79484467@googlegroups.com...
On Wednesday, May 29, 2022 at 1:20:09 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
HTH & HAND.
I see the poem.
I don't see the montage
We never could see eye to eye on that one, could we?
:)
Either way, this is an all-time Fave of Doc poetry.....
"Will Dockery" <will_dockery@outlook.com> wrote in news:qgmkvi$ogq$1@dont-email.me:
"Peter J Ross" wrote in message
news:slrnqclt45.cmq.pjr@homeridae.org...
Not very long ago, I commented on a poem posted by Cujo.
I didn't think it was a good poem.
You left the
http://al.howardknight.net/msgid.cgi?STYPE=msgid&A=0&MSGI=%3Cslrnqclt45.c mq.pjr%40homeridae.org%3E
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Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
One of the all-time best....
Apple Montage by Will Dockery:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/apple-montage.html
Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage by Will Dockery:
https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/apple-montage.html
Outstanding poem for the ages....
General-Zod wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
For those who have missed the poem, and this thread was broken....!
Good evening, and thanks for setting the thread on the right track.
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
For those who have missed the poem, and this thread was broken....!
news:35e35ef7-deef-4726-b142-2d784ba89568@googlegroups.com:
Writes Peter J. Ross... who is too ignorant to appreciate the poetry
of two greats like Edgar Allan Poe and William Blake.....
Will Dockery wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Another read of a very fine work of poetry...!
One more week and I will have stopped drinking for 13 years, having stopped New Year's Day 2008.
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
For those who have missed the poem
General-Zod wrote:
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
For those who have missed the poem, and this thread was broken....!
Good evening
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
For those who have missed the poem, and this thread was broken....!
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
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