Will Dockery
2010-10-09 18:37:44 UTC
[From another thread, singled out to new thread for focus]:
Well, I see the two poems are close, and I've made my opinions on this
"Borrowed Keyword" poetry method clear here for years, now. When
someone does something like this to a poem of mine, I request they
give me a credit line somewhere, such as "Based on a poem by Will
Dockery", as I did when Adam used my poetry in a way similar to this:
http://www.freak-search.com/en/thread/1386134/she_sleeps_tightpastiche/3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v9uGY157cpiU
She Sleeps Tight
Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater spine.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.
Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.
Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.
Won't be long,
until I see her face.
She's waiting
in an undisclosed place.
I've been conspired
banned from my muse.
This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.
This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.
In Salem town
she keeps her chin so high.
Darkened breeze
she smiles as I roll by.
Step inside
she looks for tables left.
Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.
Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.
Like a Steamboat
she plans to roll on down.
To the Gulf
out of this dirty town.
Copper mesh
kept stuffed in a jar.
Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.
Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.
We know him
eye deed by his ship.
In a trap
a kind of goosechase trip.
Whiskey fumes
and stale gunsmoke.
Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.
Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.
Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater spine.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.
-Will Dockery (words)
Adam's reshuffling & editing of "She Sleeps Tight", which he calls a
Pastisch:
"adamlynn" <***@live.com> wrote:
She sleeps tight/pastiche
Darkened Salem town leather breeze.
Whiskey scattered shoes in the snow.
Poor boy's stale dirty gun-smoke jokes
wink at time. She keeps her steamboat
drowned copper fumes and knives
stuffed in a jar. Nothing lasts.
Your self turning from wine to water.
Conspired smiles with all her nowhere
coins and goose-chase cold dice.
Anyway, it seems we need to have a uniform standard of judgement as to
when we can justifiably pronounce someone a "plagiarist" & "thief",
right?
--
Poetry & music by Will Dockery:
http://www.myspace.com/willdockery
Well, I see the two poems are close, and I've made my opinions on this
"Borrowed Keyword" poetry method clear here for years, now. When
someone does something like this to a poem of mine, I request they
give me a credit line somewhere, such as "Based on a poem by Will
Dockery", as I did when Adam used my poetry in a way similar to this:
http://www.freak-search.com/en/thread/1386134/she_sleeps_tightpastiche/3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v9uGY157cpiU
She Sleeps Tight
Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater spine.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.
Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.
Dice and coins
scattered in the snow.
Won't be long,
until I see her face.
She's waiting
in an undisclosed place.
I've been conspired
banned from my muse.
This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.
This won't stick
poor boy's all confused.
In Salem town
she keeps her chin so high.
Darkened breeze
she smiles as I roll by.
Step inside
she looks for tables left.
Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.
Wink at time
nothing lasts except yourself.
Like a Steamboat
she plans to roll on down.
To the Gulf
out of this dirty town.
Copper mesh
kept stuffed in a jar.
Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.
Sharp cold hit
turning wine to water.
We know him
eye deed by his ship.
In a trap
a kind of goosechase trip.
Whiskey fumes
and stale gunsmoke.
Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.
Sunk and drowned
with all her knives and jokes.
Sleeps so tight
she has a marksman's eye.
Maker's mark
tattoo firewater spine.
Leather shoes
but nowhere to go.
-Will Dockery (words)
Adam's reshuffling & editing of "She Sleeps Tight", which he calls a
Pastisch:
"adamlynn" <***@live.com> wrote:
She sleeps tight/pastiche
Darkened Salem town leather breeze.
Whiskey scattered shoes in the snow.
Poor boy's stale dirty gun-smoke jokes
wink at time. She keeps her steamboat
drowned copper fumes and knives
stuffed in a jar. Nothing lasts.
Your self turning from wine to water.
Conspired smiles with all her nowhere
coins and goose-chase cold dice.
Anyway, it seems we need to have a uniform standard of judgement as to
when we can justifiably pronounce someone a "plagiarist" & "thief",
right?
--
Poetry & music by Will Dockery:
http://www.myspace.com/willdockery