Sonnet #2 (c&c)

[PJR]

The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?



PJR :-)

[Berryman's Legacy]

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Now you've done it, Tom: you've intruded on Hammy's
sacrosanct territory. There's gonna be hell and
nuttiness to pay.

[Dillman Thomas]

Post by Berryman's Legacy

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Now you've done it, Tom: you've intruded on Hammy's
sacrosanct territory. There's gonna be hell and
nuttiness to pay.

Sometimes poetry is found in unexpected places
and Diana could be my new hero.

If Hammes gets a cock-up I'm sure we'll all salute.

Heh...

[Dennis M. Hammes]

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by Berryman's Legacy

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Now you've done it, Tom: you've intruded on Hammy's
sacrosanct territory. There's gonna be hell and
nuttiness to pay.

You /fonny/!

Post by Dillman Thomas
Sometimes poetry is found in unexpected places
and Diana could be my new hero.
If Hammes gets a cock-up I'm sure we'll all salute.
Heh...

[Diana]

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read. Some of the sounds are
nice as well. Too wordy to pass off as PJR's. You start with a musing,
but don't finish it. That makes it jerk/jar a bit.

Why "oiled leather" ?

You use the trees and then are done with them. After that, flight
imagery. Threaded in the sestet there is watcher/guardsmen imagery. Not
sure I get it.

I think you intend some metaphysical second meaning. Not sure, though.

Scansion wise, I'm unqualified.

Post by PJR
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[PJR]

Post by Diana

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read.

People say that about a lot of Hammes's work, even when Tommy hasn't
plagiarised it. This is the second of his "Sonnets to Euridice".


PJR :-)

[Diana]

Post by PJR

Post by Diana

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read.

People say that about a lot of Hammes's work, even when Tommy hasn't
plagiarised it. This is the second of his "Sonnets to Euridice".

Thanks.

Gosh. All these deceptions within deceptions. (posting name and poem
attribution ) I guess it's good to feel a little sheepish sometimes.

Post by PJR
PJR :-)
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[Art]

Post by Diana

Post by PJR

Post by Diana

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read.

People say that about a lot of Hammes's work, even when Tommy hasn't
plagiarised it. This is the second of his "Sonnets to Euridice".

Thanks.
Gosh. All these deceptions within deceptions. (posting name and poem
attribution ) I guess it's good to feel a little sheepish sometimes.

Trust everyone. But always expect the unexpected.

---
Art

[Dillman Thomas]

Post by Art

Post by Diana

Post by PJR

Post by Diana

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read.

People say that about a lot of Hammes's work, even when Tommy hasn't
plagiarised it. This is the second of his "Sonnets to Euridice".

Thanks.
Gosh. All these deceptions within deceptions. (posting name and poem
attribution ) I guess it's good to feel a little sheepish sometimes.

Trust everyone. But always expect the unexpected.

Always expect that idiots like peewee and 'ennis
will whine, but both are hosting my stolen image.

Post by Art
---
Art

[Art]

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by Art

Post by Diana

Post by PJR

Post by Diana

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read.

People say that about a lot of Hammes's work, even when Tommy hasn't
plagiarised it. This is the second of his "Sonnets to Euridice".

Thanks.
Gosh. All these deceptions within deceptions. (posting name and poem
attribution ) I guess it's good to feel a little sheepish sometimes.

Trust everyone. But always expect the unexpected.

Always expect that idiots like peewee and 'ennis
will whine, but both are hosting my stolen image.

Archie, sure. But Dennis?

It's such a bad Photoshop job, Tom. Mickey should be humiliated from
its display on the Wide Waves, not you. There are ways of matching skin
tones, texturizing, utilizing masking and transparency layer
techniques--hell, you can even match miss-matched lighting angles if ya
know what chyer doin' and you have a whole day to kill. And I don't
care /what/ quality of photo you give me to begin with.

Oliver Stone woulda never guessed if I'da done the Oswald-in-his-Neely
Street-backyard-holding-the-Carcano job for the C.I.A.

Let's face one thing right now: if Mickey posted this piece of shit to
alt.binaries.fake.nudes.non-celebrities he'd get laughed off usenet.

Period.

An elegant tool like Adobe Photoshop shouldn't be licensed to such
hacks.

+++++


Hey, last I checked, you, me, Archie and Dennis will be dead in a few
years.

What should we do in the mean time?

---
Art

[Will Dockery]

Post by Art

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by Art

Post by Diana

Post by PJR

Post by Diana

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read.

People say that about a lot of Hammes's work, even when Tommy hasn't
plagiarised it. This is the second of his "Sonnets to Euridice".

Thanks.
Gosh. All these deceptions within deceptions. (posting name and poem
attribution ) I guess it's good to feel a little sheepish sometimes.

Trust everyone. But always expect the unexpected.

Always expect that idiots like peewee and 'ennis
will whine, but both are hosting my stolen image.

Archie, sure. But Dennis?
It's such a bad Photoshop job, Tom. Mickey should be humiliated from
its display on the Wide Waves, not you. There are ways of matching skin
tones, texturizing, utilizing masking and transparency layer
techniques--hell, you can even match miss-matched lighting angles if ya
know what chyer doin' and you have a whole day to kill. And I don't
care /what/ quality of photo you give me to begin with.
Oliver Stone woulda never guessed if I'da done the Oswald-in-his-Neely
Street-backyard-holding-the-Carcano job for the C.I.A.
Let's face one thing right now: if Mickey posted this piece of shit to
alt.binaries.fake.nudes.non-celebrities he'd get laughed off usenet.
Period.
An elegant tool like Adobe Photoshop shouldn't be licensed to such
hacks.

Michael Cook's an inept and obvious homophobe.

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Shadowville/Netherlands project:
http://www.kannibaal.nl/shadowville.htm

Black Eagle Lady by Will Dockery & Henry Conley:
<http://tinyurl.com/bev5f>

[Barbara's Cat]

In article <***@o13g2000cwo.googlegroups.com>,
posted 2 Aug 2005 16:23:37 -0700,

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Art

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by Art

Post by Diana

Post by PJR

Post by Diana

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read.

People say that about a lot of Hammes's work, even when Tommy hasn't
plagiarised it. This is the second of his "Sonnets to Euridice".

Thanks.
Gosh. All these deceptions within deceptions. (posting name and poem
attribution ) I guess it's good to feel a little sheepish sometimes.

Trust everyone. But always expect the unexpected.

Always expect that idiots like peewee and 'ennis
will whine, but both are hosting my stolen image.

Archie, sure. But Dennis?
It's such a bad Photoshop job, Tom. Mickey should be humiliated from
its display on the Wide Waves, not you. There are ways of matching skin
tones, texturizing, utilizing masking and transparency layer
techniques--hell, you can even match miss-matched lighting angles if ya
know what chyer doin' and you have a whole day to kill. And I don't
care /what/ quality of photo you give me to begin with.
Oliver Stone woulda never guessed if I'da done the Oswald-in-his-Neely
Street-backyard-holding-the-Carcano job for the C.I.A.
Let's face one thing right now: if Mickey posted this piece of shit to
alt.binaries.fake.nudes.non-celebrities he'd get laughed off usenet.
Period.
An elegant tool like Adobe Photoshop shouldn't be licensed to such
hacks.

Michael Cook's an inept and obvious homophobe.

Ah, pfft *raspberry* Bullshit! Michael couldn't have cared less about the
photos' quality. The photos were nothing but a joke so why would he want
to put more time into them than what was necessary to create the joke?
Besides, any joke on Tom Bishop isn't worth the trouble of quality.

[Dillman Thomas]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Art

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by Art

Post by Diana

Post by PJR

Post by Diana

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read.

People say that about a lot of Hammes's work, even when Tommy hasn't
plagiarised it. This is the second of his "Sonnets to Euridice".

Thanks.
Gosh. All these deceptions within deceptions. (posting name and poem
attribution ) I guess it's good to feel a little sheepish sometimes.

Trust everyone. But always expect the unexpected.

Always expect that idiots like peewee and 'ennis
will whine, but both are hosting my stolen image.

Archie, sure. But Dennis?
It's such a bad Photoshop job, Tom. Mickey should be humiliated from
its display on the Wide Waves, not you. There are ways of matching skin
tones, texturizing, utilizing masking and transparency layer
techniques--hell, you can even match miss-matched lighting angles if ya
know what chyer doin' and you have a whole day to kill. And I don't
care /what/ quality of photo you give me to begin with.
Oliver Stone woulda never guessed if I'da done the Oswald-in-his-Neely
Street-backyard-holding-the-Carcano job for the C.I.A.
Let's face one thing right now: if Mickey posted this piece of shit to
alt.binaries.fake.nudes.non-celebrities he'd get laughed off usenet.
Period.
An elegant tool like Adobe Photoshop shouldn't be licensed to such
hacks.

Michael Cook's an inept and obvious homophobe.

We interupt this Usenet posting for an important spelling
correction:

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Thx.

Post by Will Dockery
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http://www.kannibaal.nl/shadowville.htm
<http://tinyurl.com/bev5f>

[Barbara's Cat]

In article <***@z14g2000cwz.googlegroups.com>,
posted 2 Aug 2005 19:20:31 -0700,

Post by Dillman Thomas
We interupt this Usenet posting for

The R.A.P. Prayer

Our Michael,
who art in Ypsilanti,
Mr Cook be thy name.
Thy USENET come.
Thy burns be done,
In posts as well as in mock photos.
And forgive us our harsh flames,
As we forgive those who post lames against us.
And lead us not into kookiness,
But deliver us from Chuckles.
For thine is the newsgroup,
And the poetry,
And the barbecue,
for good beer and good cheer.
Amen.


Barbecue Well and Praise Michael, USENET God.

[Renay]

Post by Barbara's Cat
posted 2 Aug 2005 19:20:31 -0700,

Post by Dillman Thomas
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[Will Dockery]

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Art

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by Art

Post by Diana

Post by PJR

Post by Diana

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read.

People say that about a lot of Hammes's work, even when Tommy hasn't
plagiarised it. This is the second of his "Sonnets to Euridice".

Thanks.
Gosh. All these deceptions within deceptions. (posting name and poem
attribution ) I guess it's good to feel a little sheepish sometimes.

Trust everyone. But always expect the unexpected.

Always expect that idiots like peewee and 'ennis
will whine, but both are hosting my stolen image.

Archie, sure. But Dennis?
It's such a bad Photoshop job, Tom. Mickey should be humiliated from
its display on the Wide Waves, not you. There are ways of matching skin
tones, texturizing, utilizing masking and transparency layer
techniques--hell, you can even match miss-matched lighting angles if ya
know what chyer doin' and you have a whole day to kill. And I don't
care /what/ quality of photo you give me to begin with.
Oliver Stone woulda never guessed if I'da done the Oswald-in-his-Neely
Street-backyard-holding-the-Carcano job for the C.I.A.
Let's face one thing right now: if Mickey posted this piece of shit to
alt.binaries.fake.nudes.non-celebrities he'd get laughed off usenet.
Period.
An elegant tool like Adobe Photoshop shouldn't be licensed to such
hacks.

Michael Cook's an inept and obvious homophobe.

We interupt this Usenet posting for an important spelling
"mikey"...
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey

"All together now!":

The Ho-Mo-Phobic Thief!

*end of transmission*

[Renay]

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Post by Art

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Post by Art

Post by Diana

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Post by Diana

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read.

People say that about a lot of Hammes's work, even when Tommy

hasn't

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plagiarised it. This is the second of his "Sonnets to

Euridice".

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Post by Will Dockery

Post by Art

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Post by Art

Post by Diana
Thanks.
Gosh. All these deceptions within deceptions. (posting name and

poem

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Post by Art

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attribution ) I guess it's good to feel a little sheepish

sometimes.

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Post by Will Dockery

Post by Art

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by Art
Trust everyone. But always expect the unexpected.

Always expect that idiots like peewee and 'ennis
will whine, but both are hosting my stolen image.

Archie, sure. But Dennis?
It's such a bad Photoshop job, Tom. Mickey should be humiliated from
its display on the Wide Waves, not you. There are ways of matching

skin

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Post by Will Dockery

Post by Art
tones, texturizing, utilizing masking and transparency layer
techniques--hell, you can even match miss-matched lighting angles if

ya

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Post by Will Dockery

Post by Art
know what chyer doin' and you have a whole day to kill. And I don't
care /what/ quality of photo you give me to begin with.
Oliver Stone woulda never guessed if I'da done the Oswald-in-his-Neely
Street-backyard-holding-the-Carcano job for the C.I.A.
Let's face one thing right now: if Mickey posted this piece of shit to
alt.binaries.fake.nudes.non-celebrities he'd get laughed off usenet.
Period.
An elegant tool like Adobe Photoshop shouldn't be licensed to such
hacks.

Michael Cook's an inept and obvious homophobe.

We interupt this Usenet posting for an important spelling
"mikey"...
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey

The Ho-Mo-Phobic Thief!

Even more important is the lowercase "mikey"...

Sometimes simple is best.

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*end of transmission*
--
http://www.kannibaal.nl/shadowville.htm
<http://tinyurl.com/bev5f>

[Dennis M. Hammes]

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Post by Will Dockery

Post by Art

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Post by Art

Post by Diana

Post by PJR

Post by Diana

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read.

People say that about a lot of Hammes's work, even when Tommy hasn't
plagiarised it. This is the second of his "Sonnets to Euridice".

Thanks.
Gosh. All these deceptions within deceptions. (posting name and poem
attribution ) I guess it's good to feel a little sheepish sometimes.

Trust everyone. But always expect the unexpected.

Always expect that idiots like peewee and 'ennis
will whine, but both are hosting my stolen image.

Archie, sure. But Dennis?
It's such a bad Photoshop job, Tom. Mickey should be humiliated from
its display on the Wide Waves, not you. There are ways of matching skin
tones, texturizing, utilizing masking and transparency layer
techniques--hell, you can even match miss-matched lighting angles if ya
know what chyer doin' and you have a whole day to kill. And I don't
care /what/ quality of photo you give me to begin with.
Oliver Stone woulda never guessed if I'da done the Oswald-in-his-Neely
Street-backyard-holding-the-Carcano job for the C.I.A.
Let's face one thing right now: if Mickey posted this piece of shit to
alt.binaries.fake.nudes.non-celebrities he'd get laughed off usenet.
Period.
An elegant tool like Adobe Photoshop shouldn't be licensed to such
hacks.

Michael Cook's an inept and obvious homophobe.

We interupt this Usenet posting for an important spelling
"mikey"...
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
Thx.

It Has Been Said by the Value-Added One that All shall worship His name.
Yea, by the earth and rocks and trees Has It Been Said that All
shell worship His name.
Yea, that even Apostates and Infidels shall worship His name.
Yea, that even the Scum under his Foot shall worship His name.
O, The Prophesy.

[Renay]

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Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by Art

Post by Diana

Post by PJR

Post by Diana

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read.

People say that about a lot of Hammes's work, even when Tommy hasn't
plagiarised it. This is the second of his "Sonnets to Euridice".

Thanks.
Gosh. All these deceptions within deceptions. (posting name and poem
attribution ) I guess it's good to feel a little sheepish sometimes.

Trust everyone. But always expect the unexpected.

Always expect that idiots like peewee and 'ennis
will whine, but both are hosting my stolen image.

Archie, sure. But Dennis?

Yes. ch/tom05.jpg

Post by Art
It's such a bad Photoshop job, Tom.

So let him take it down. Easy, hunh?

Post by Art
Mickey should be humiliated from
its display on the Wide Waves, not you.

By the time this is over he will be more than humiliated.

Post by Art
There are ways of matching skin
tones, texturizing, utilizing masking and transparency layer
techniques--hell, you can even match miss-matched lighting angles if ya
know what chyer doin' and you have a whole day to kill. And I don't
care /what/ quality of photo you give me to begin with.

Not why I'm here.

Post by Art
Oliver Stone woulda never guessed if I'da done the Oswald-in-his-Neely
Street-backyard-holding-the-Carcano job for the C.I.A.
Let's face one thing right now: if Mickey posted this piece of shit to
alt.binaries.fake.nudes.non-celebrities he'd get laughed off usenet.
Period.
An elegant tool like Adobe Photoshop shouldn't be licensed to such
hacks.

Doubt it ever was.

Post by Art
+++++
Hey, last I checked, you, me, Archie and Dennis will be dead in a few
years.
What should we do in the mean time?

Now we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo.
- burns

Post by Art
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Art

[Art]

Post by Renay

Post by Art

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by Art

Post by Diana

Post by PJR

Post by Diana

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read.

People say that about a lot of Hammes's work, even when Tommy hasn't
plagiarised it. This is the second of his "Sonnets to Euridice".

Thanks.
Gosh. All these deceptions within deceptions. (posting name and poem
attribution ) I guess it's good to feel a little sheepish sometimes.

Trust everyone. But always expect the unexpected.

Always expect that idiots like peewee and 'ennis
will whine, but both are hosting my stolen image.

Archie, sure. But Dennis?

Yes. ch/tom05.jpg

tom05.jpg is not like the Archie-Mickey thingy. He's illustrating
nothing more than what he says to you with words in his posts.

And wasn't the unadulterated original of this posted?

It's not like I can keep up with all this.

Post by Renay

Post by Art
Hey, last I checked, you, me, Archie and Dennis will be dead in a few
years.
What should we do in the mean time?

Now we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo.
- burns

"We cannot be kind to each other here for an hour; we whisper, and
hint, and chuckle, and grin at a brother's shame. However we brave it
out, we men are a little breed."
---Tennyson

---
Art

[Dillman Thomas]

Post by Art

Post by Renay

Post by Art

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by Art

Post by Diana

Post by PJR

Post by Diana

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read.

People say that about a lot of Hammes's work, even when Tommy hasn't
plagiarised it. This is the second of his "Sonnets to Euridice".

Thanks.
Gosh. All these deceptions within deceptions. (posting name and poem
attribution ) I guess it's good to feel a little sheepish sometimes.

Trust everyone. But always expect the unexpected.

Always expect that idiots like peewee and 'ennis
will whine, but both are hosting my stolen image.

Archie, sure. But Dennis?

Yes. ch/tom05.jpg

tom05.jpg is not like the Archie-Mickey thingy. He's illustrating
nothing more than what he says to you with words in his posts.

Umm.. No. Those are words on Usenet. This is my picture, defaced
and reposted on internet. Clearly less offensive, but it is a
zero-tolerance year.

Post by Art
And wasn't the unadulterated original of this posted?

I don't recall, but so?

"Anything you can see you can steal?"

When I wanted to put one of Dale's images on one coffee cup
I asked him for permission. Foolish, in retrospect, eh?

Post by Art
It's not like I can keep up with all this.

The MI lawyer says he is looking into it, has a meeting tomorrow
(whatever that means, we haven't contracted, but perhaps I'll get
some kind of opinion soon.)

Post by Art

Post by Renay

Post by Art
Hey, last I checked, you, me, Archie and Dennis will be dead in a few
years.
What should we do in the mean time?

Now we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo.
- burns

"We cannot be kind to each other here for an hour; we whisper, and
hint, and chuckle, and grin at a brother's shame. However we brave it
out, we men are a little breed."
---Tennyson

Since there could be no question of living
If we did not win.
-auden

Post by Art
---
Art

[Dennis M. Hammes]

Post by Renay

Post by Art
Hey, last I checked, you, me, Archie and Dennis will be dead in a few
years.
What should we do in the mean time?

Dude, like isn't the mean time for being mean?
It was the breast of times,
It was the wurst of times;
How sad and glad and bad it was,
But O how mean!

Post by Renay
Now we maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand we'll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo.
- burns

Pf.
"Nine inch will please a lady."
-- Burns

Drink to me only with thine eyes,
Thou'll't raise the very bone.
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And thou shalt drink alone.

-- Somuth Erdude

[Dennis M. Hammes]

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by Art

Post by Diana

Post by PJR

Post by Diana

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read.

People say that about a lot of Hammes's work, even when Tommy hasn't
plagiarised it. This is the second of his "Sonnets to Euridice".

Thanks.
Gosh. All these deceptions within deceptions. (posting name and poem
attribution ) I guess it's good to feel a little sheepish sometimes.

Trust everyone. But always expect the unexpected.

Always expect that idiots like peewee and 'ennis
will whine, but both are hosting my stolen image.

Such an exact likeness, too.
Loading Image...

Original art derived of fair use of published material, Bay-Bee.
And after published invitation to anybody on rap/aapc to use it,
i.e., "model release," too.
"It's in the archives."

Phony attribution of an unaltered sonnet is, by contrast, plagiarism
in fee simple.
And, Tommy, ... --
"It's in the archives."

[Diana]

Post by Art

Post by Diana

Post by PJR

Post by Diana

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read.

People say that about a lot of Hammes's work, even when Tommy hasn't
plagiarised it. This is the second of his "Sonnets to Euridice".

Thanks.
Gosh. All these deceptions within deceptions. (posting name and poem
attribution ) I guess it's good to feel a little sheepish sometimes.

Trust everyone. But always expect the unexpected.

Heh. I like the optimist's version of "Trust no one".

Post by Art
---
Art

[j r sherman]

Post by Diana

Post by Art

Post by Diana

Post by PJR

Post by Diana

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read.

People say that about a lot of Hammes's work, even when Tommy hasn't
plagiarised it. This is the second of his "Sonnets to Euridice".

Thanks.
Gosh. All these deceptions within deceptions. (posting name and poem
attribution ) I guess it's good to feel a little sheepish sometimes.

Trust everyone. But always expect the unexpected.

Heh. I like the optimist's version of "Trust no one".

i prefer:

"paranoid people live forever. they may not have a happy life, but they live
forever."

heh.


love and kisses,

j r sherman

[Diana]

Post by j r sherman

Post by Diana

Post by Art

Post by Diana

Post by PJR

Post by Diana

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read.

People say that about a lot of Hammes's work, even when Tommy hasn't
plagiarised it. This is the second of his "Sonnets to Euridice".

Thanks.
Gosh. All these deceptions within deceptions. (posting name and poem
attribution ) I guess it's good to feel a little sheepish sometimes.

Trust everyone. But always expect the unexpected.

Heh. I like the optimist's version of "Trust no one".

"paranoid people live forever. they may not have a happy life, but they live
forever."
heh.

Say it isn't so. That's an elixir that just plain out sucks.

Oh, great. Another song stuck in my head:

"When I come home at night
I bolt the door real tight
People call me on the phone I'm trying to avoid
Well, can the people on TV see me or am I just paranoid ."

-Rockwell.

;)

Post by j r sherman
love and kisses,
j r sherman
--
------------------------------------------------------------------
"I saw a werewolf drinkin' a pina colada at Trader Vic's
And his hair was perfect."
Warren Zevon
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[Dillman Thomas]

Post by Diana

Post by Art

Post by Diana

Post by PJR

Post by Diana

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read.

People say that about a lot of Hammes's work, even when Tommy hasn't
plagiarised it. This is the second of his "Sonnets to Euridice".

Thanks.

Well actually it is not #2, but it is also not plagiarism.
(since I knew from the start it would be discovered, and certainly
never said I wrote it)

'ennis spells it Eurydice.

(name of my female kitten)

Post by Diana

Post by Art

Post by Diana
Gosh. All these deceptions within deceptions. (posting name and poem
attribution ) I guess it's good to feel a little sheepish sometimes.

Trust everyone. But always expect the unexpected.

Heh. I like the optimist's version of "Trust no one".

"If you see the Buddha on the road, kill him."

...but really, Diana,
you are my #2 hero, or heroin
if you prefer drugs. You could ride shotgun
on my harley as we shift
through the gears of a summer
afternoon dirt ride, slide
into satin mud-baths of fun.

Nevermind...

"If you see the Buddha in the mud, kill him."

Post by Diana

Post by Art
---
Art

[Dennis M. Hammes]

Post by Art

Post by Diana

Post by PJR

Post by Diana

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read.

People say that about a lot of Hammes's work, even when Tommy hasn't
plagiarised it. This is the second of his "Sonnets to Euridice".

Thanks.
Gosh. All these deceptions within deceptions. (posting name and poem
attribution ) I guess it's good to feel a little sheepish sometimes.

Trust everyone. But always expect the unexpected.
---
Art

"Place your clothes and weapons where you can find them in the dark."
I think UseNet qualifies as part of "the dark," hmmmMM?

[Dennis M. Hammes]

Post by Diana

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Tom, your words are pretty, but hard to read. Some of the sounds are
nice as well. Too wordy to pass off as PJR's. You start with a musing,
but don't finish it. That makes it jerk/jar a bit.
Why "oiled leather" ?

1. It rhymes.
2. The "night guard's" (speaker's) holster, cared-for. Gunbelts
and saddle tack creak at the stitching, rivets.
3. It rhymes -- and the rhyme fits the scenario.

Post by Diana
You use the trees and then are done with them. After that, flight
imagery. Threaded in the sestet there is watcher/guardsmen imagery. Not
sure I get it.

Trees' antennas; flight-tower's antennas. Trees only as antennas
directing the rest at the sky, thereafter all sky > flight > radar >
she-guard + me-guard = fellowship.

Post by Diana
I think you intend some metaphysical second meaning. Not sure, though.

Nah, just a wad of implicit background, a civilisation worth guarding
by various means, a standard Lit'ry conceit or two.
It's a sonnet in a sonnet sequence, i.e., it's a LUUUve Pome
before it's anything else.
But it's a standard ironic conceit of an /unhad/ LUUver, so while
she guards /my/ thoughts, who guards hers?

Post by Diana
Scansion wise, I'm unqualified.

Shakespearian sonnet; vowel lengths and consonant warfare require it
be said slowly, "musing" throughout, actually, and vary the cadence,
/usually/ with the "thought." Else it's ia5, utterly regular for 140
syllables though another ear may insist on marking it differently.

Oh.
http://scrawlmark.org/eurydice.html #22

Tommy Bishop thinks he can pee over a modem.
We usually just reverse the charges or ignore him.

[PJR]

On Tuesday 02 August 2005, Tommy Tosser's "PJR" sockpuppet wrote in

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Hello, Tosser! Which writer are you more envious of - the one you
stole this from or the one you falsely attributed it to?


PJR :-)

[Dillman Thomas]

Post by PJR
On Tuesday 02 August 2005, Tommy Tosser's "PJR" sockpuppet wrote in

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Hello, Tosser! Which writer are you more envious of - the one you
stole this from or the one you falsely attributed it to?

I don't see anything stolen.

Fair use, and hilarious, zero-sum Usenet posting
with partial impersonation. You aren't whining are you?

I'm hardly envious of failed writers like you and 'ennis
who spend their time trolling Usenet.

I'm a bit pissed that you two babies insist on hosting my
stolen image for years, but go figure.

[Barbara's Cat]

In article <***@f14g2000cwb.googlegroups.com>,
posted 2 Aug 2005 18:02:22 -0700,

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by PJR
On Tuesday 02 August 2005, Tommy Tosser's "PJR" sockpuppet wrote in

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Hello, Tosser! Which writer are you more envious of - the one you
stole this from or the one you falsely attributed it to?

I don't see anything stolen.
Fair use, and hilarious, zero-sum Usenet posting
with partial impersonation. You aren't whining are you?
I'm hardly envious of failed writers like you and 'ennis
who spend their time trolling Usenet.
I'm a bit pissed that you two babies insist on hosting my
stolen image for years, but go figure.

Just a bit, lawsuit-threating-rant-and-whine-for-months-boy?

[Renay]

Post by Barbara's Cat
posted 2 Aug 2005 18:02:22 -0700,

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by PJR
On Tuesday 02 August 2005, Tommy Tosser's "PJR" sockpuppet wrote in

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Hello, Tosser! Which writer are you more envious of - the one you
stole this from or the one you falsely attributed it to?

I don't see anything stolen.
Fair use, and hilarious, zero-sum Usenet posting
with partial impersonation. You aren't whining are you?
I'm hardly envious of failed writers like you and 'ennis
who spend their time trolling Usenet.
I'm a bit pissed that you two babies insist on hosting my
stolen image for years, but go figure.

mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey



mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey



mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey



mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey



mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey



mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey



mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey

[Barbara's Cat]

In article <***@g47g2000cwa.googlegroups.com>,
posted 2 Aug 2005 20:43:19 -0700,

Post by Dillman Thomas
I'm a bit pissed
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey
mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey mikey

A bit pissed and a bit masochistic, eh, psycho?
The nightmares never end, do they, Tommy?

[PJR]

On Wednesday 03 August 2005, Tommy Tosser's "Dillman Thomas" sock

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by PJR
On Tuesday 02 August 2005, Tommy Tosser's "PJR" sockpuppet wrote in

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Hello, Tosser! Which writer are you more envious of - the one you
stole this from or the one you falsely attributed it to?

I don't see anything stolen.

"It wasn't me, officer. I was down the rub-a-dub wiv me mates at the
time of the halleged hincident."

Post by Dillman Thomas
Fair use,

Given your known ignorance of copyright law, it's possible that you
honestly believe that posting somebody else's work as your own
constitutes "fair use".

Post by Dillman Thomas
and hilarious, zero-sum Usenet posting
with partial impersonation. You aren't whining are you?

No, I'm laughing at your attempt to justify your theft.

Post by Dillman Thomas
I'm hardly envious of failed writers like you and 'ennis
who spend their time trolling Usenet.

The evidence, consisting of long-standing obsession, suggests
otherwise.

Post by Dillman Thomas
I'm a bit pissed that you two babies insist on hosting my
stolen image for years, but go figure.

"A bit pissed"? What kind of meltdown can we look forward to if ever
you're *really upset*?


PJR :-)

[Renay]

Post by PJR

Post by Dillman Thomas
I'm a bit pissed that you two babies insist on hosting my
stolen image for years, but go figure.

"A bit pissed"?

Yes. There isn't much that is unclear about it.

[Daedalus]

Post by Renay

Post by PJR

Post by Dillman Thomas
I'm a bit pissed that you two babies insist on hosting my
stolen image for years, but go figure.

"A bit pissed"?

Yes. There isn't much that is unclear about it.

That's not entirely true, sock of Tommy Tosser.

I find a number of things unclear about this.

For instance:

When Chuck was riding you from behind in that photo, you were smiling
pretty big but it didn't seem like you were genuinely enjoying it.
Were you just trying not to hurt his feelings?

Also:

When you left RAP for a year in humiliation it seemed like you finally
came to your senses. So what snapped in your drug wasted mind and made
you decide to come charging back in a kook fit after so long?

Did you think whining like a crybaby for months on end would cause
anything but the laughter and derision you used to draw before?

Please clarify!

Jade

[Renay]

Post by Renay

Post by PJR

Post by Dillman Thomas
I'm a bit pissed that you two babies insist on hosting my
stolen image for years, but go figure.

"A bit pissed"?

Yes. There isn't much that is unclear about it.

You delete everything they wrote and
go on to other amusements.

Only a REALLY STUPID TROLL will continue
banging their head on this.

To be extra cruel you can also include
a link to my kitten pics:
http://jinnskittens.blogspot.com/

[Daedalus]

Post by Renay

Post by Renay

Post by PJR

Post by Dillman Thomas
I'm a bit pissed that you two babies insist on hosting my
stolen image for years, but go figure.

"A bit pissed"?

Yes. There isn't much that is unclear about it.

You delete everything they wrote and
go on to other amusements.
Only a REALLY STUPID TROLL will continue
banging their head on this.

Translation: I was so pissed by Jade's post making fun of my butt sex
with Chuck Lysaght that I had to do something. Perhaps if I vent about
it indirectly, people will still think I'm in control.


Jade

[Barbara's Cat]

Post by Renay
Only a REALLY STUPID TROLL will continue
banging their head on this.

Correction:
Only a REALLY STUPID TOMMY will continue
banging his head on this.

[Colin Ward]

Post by PJR
On Wednesday 03 August 2005, Tommy Tosser's "Dillman Thomas" sock

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by PJR
On Tuesday 02 August 2005, Tommy Tosser's "PJR" sockpuppet wrote in

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Hello, Tosser! Which writer are you more envious of - the one you
stole this from or the one you falsely attributed it to?

I don't see anything stolen.

"It wasn't me, officer. I was down the rub-a-dub wiv me mates at the
time of the halleged hincident."

Post by Dillman Thomas
Fair use,

Given your known ignorance of copyright law, it's possible that you
honestly believe that posting somebody else's work as your own
constitutes "fair use".

Post by Dillman Thomas
and hilarious, zero-sum Usenet posting
with partial impersonation. You aren't whining are you?

No, I'm laughing at your attempt to justify your theft.

Post by Dillman Thomas
I'm hardly envious of failed writers like you and 'ennis
who spend their time trolling Usenet.

The evidence, consisting of long-standing obsession, suggests
otherwise.

Post by Dillman Thomas
I'm a bit pissed that you two babies insist on hosting my
stolen image for years, but go figure.

"A bit pissed"? What kind of meltdown can we look forward to if ever
you're *really upset*?
PJR :-)

Is it just my imagination or is Tommy trying to put
the TOS in "tosser"?

[PJR]

Post by Colin Ward
Is it just my imagination or is Tommy trying to put
the TOS in "tosser"?

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Oops!

PJR :-)

[Renay]

Post by PJR

Post by Colin Ward
Is it just my imagination or is Tommy trying to put
the TOS in "tosser"?

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Oops!

Ummm... Were was the infringement?

Looked like a BIG JOkE to me. (no commercial value
anywhere, nothing but a Usenet posting of a previous
posting)

Totally fair use. Sue me, but 'ennis would be the only
one that /could/.

(but why would he... it would look stupid... if anything
i draw attention to him. No charge, 'ennis...)

While you're at it explain why you host my stolen picture
for over a year. Months, now, after having been informed
of the issue?

[PJR]

On Thursday 04 August 2005, Little Tommy Tosser the Poetry Thief

Post by Renay

Post by PJR

Post by Colin Ward
Is it just my imagination or is Tommy trying to put
the TOS in "tosser"?

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<...>
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Oops!

Ummm... Were was the infringement?

At the top of this thread, thief. Remember? It was where you posted
one of Dennis M Hammes's poems in an attempt to pass it off as your
own work.

Post by Renay
Looked like a BIG JOkE to me.

"I did steal that mobile phone, officer, but I was laughing whilke I
stole it, so it isn't theft."

Post by Renay
(no commercial value anywhere,

"I did steal that mobile phone, officer, but none of the fences wanted
to buy it, so it isn't theft."

Post by Renay
nothing but a Usenet posting of a previous posting)

"I did steal that mobile phone, officer, but it already existed, so it
isn't theft."

Post by Renay
Totally fair use.

Please point me to the law that states that "fair use" applies to
plagiarism.

"I did steal that mobile phone, officer, but I only stole it for
educational or illustrative purposes, so it isn't theft."

Post by Renay
Sue me, but 'ennis would be the only one that /could/.

I'm sure that if he decides to pull the plug on your Internet access,
he'll do so, rather than whining endlessly about how he knows a lawyer
in another state who's going to be ringing him back some time this
decade.

Post by Renay
(but why would he... it would look stupid...

What's stupid about punishing a thief?

Post by Renay
if anything i draw attention to him.

"If I hadn't stolen that mobile phone, officer, people might not have
known it existed, so it isn't theft."

Post by Renay
No charge, 'ennis...)

"I did steal that mobile phone, officer, but I didn't charge the owner
for the trouble of stealing it, so it isn't theft."

Post by Renay
While you're at it explain why you host my stolen picture for over a
year.

What "stolen" picture, thief? The one whose creator and copyright
owner gave me permission to use it?

Post by Renay
Months, now, after having been informed of the issue?

"I did steal that mobile phone, officer, but somebody who lives in the
same town as the owner made fun of me, so it isn't theft."

Soon to be followed by "Three years with Bubba for stealing that
mobile phone? But I'd already stolen a few dozen other mobile phones,
so it wasn't theft. You're only doing this because I called you
"judgey", judgey.


PJR :-)

[Renay]

Post by PJR

Post by Renay
Ummm... Were was the infringement?

At the top of this thread, thief. Remember? It was where you posted
one of Dennis M Hammes's poems in an attempt to pass it off as your
own work.

Oh really? Where is my name? Haven't used it in months, idiot.
Seems it was a Joke on you.

Really putting you in meltdown, eh? Cool!

Which would tweak you most: If I post Dennis'
or perhaps rik's crap as you? ..or just
generated shme?

Post by PJR

Post by Renay
Looked like a BIG JOkE to me.

"I did steal that mobile phone, officer, but I was laughing whilke I
stole it, so it isn't theft."

Looked like a BIG JOkE to me.

Post by PJR

Post by Renay
(no commercial value anywhere,

"I did steal that mobile phone, officer, but none of the fences wanted
to buy it, so it isn't theft."

Looked like a BIG JOkE to me.

Post by PJR

Post by Renay
nothing but a Usenet posting of a previous posting)

"I did steal that mobile phone, officer, but it already existed, so it
isn't theft."

Looked like a BIG JOkE to me.

Post by PJR

Post by Renay
Totally fair use.

Please point me to the law that states that "fair use" applies to
plagiarism.

Looked like a BIG JOkE to me.

Post by PJR
"I did steal that mobile phone, officer, but I only stole it for
educational or illustrative purposes, so it isn't theft."

Looked like a BIG JOkE to me.

Post by PJR

Post by Renay
Sue me, but 'ennis would be the only one that /could/.

I'm sure that if he decides to pull the plug on your Internet access,
he'll do so, rather than whining endlessly about how he knows a lawyer
in another state who's going to be ringing him back some time this
decade.

Let him. His poem had 0 value, I derived 0 value,
he lost 0 value (in fact gained good publicity from
Colin)

He is hosting my stolen image on a daily basis.

Post by PJR

Post by Renay
(but why would he... it would look stupid...

What's stupid about punishing a thief?

You are boring and humorless and a copyright thief.
Fuck off and die, are your exact words that
I feed back to you.

Better yet, get your kook friends to finish off
Usenet poetry if they haven't already.

[PJR]

On Thursday 04 August 2005, Tommy Bishop the Poetry Thief donned his

Post by Renay

Post by PJR

Post by Renay
Ummm... Were was the infringement?

At the top of this thread, thief. Remember? It was where you posted
one of Dennis M Hammes's poems in an attempt to pass it off as your
own work.

Oh really? Where is my name? Haven't used it in months, idiot.
Seems it was a Joke on you.

"I did steal that mobile phone, officer, but I was wearing a Ronald
Reagan mask at the time, so it wasn't theft."

Post by Renay
Really putting you in meltdown, eh? Cool!
Which would tweak you most: If I post Dennis'
or perhaps rik's crap as you? ..or just
generated shme?

Does that stand for Stupid, Hideous Moron's Effluvia? You've been
generating it for years. That's why you had to resort to stealing
before you received a compliment.

<snip the bit where the thief goes into what I'd describe as an
endless loop if I thought he'd understand programmers' terminology>

[attempt to attract knuckle-dragging allies from soc.men thwarted]

PJR :-)

[Dennis M. Hammes]

Post by Renay

Post by PJR

Post by Colin Ward
Is it just my imagination or is Tommy trying to put
the TOS in "tosser"?

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<...>
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Oops!

Ummm... Were was the infringement?
Looked like a BIG JOkE to me. (no commercial value
anywhere, nothing but a Usenet posting of a previous
posting)

aHEM. I didn't poast the /Eurydice/ on UseNet, I published it,
"...only in its entirety..." on a private website.
/I/ can poast any single sonnet from it (etc.) for any reason I
feel like, but I don't recall poasting #22 -- which you poasted minus
/any/ previous UseNet milieu if any, and for the sole purpose of
misattribution, i.e., plagiarism in the second approximation and
false witness of plagiarism in the first (that one's a "summary," boi).
You, by contrast, have poasted several for various of your own
reasons. And that I consented, implicitly or by participation, in
any, summing to all, of your previous reasons does /not/ grant
consent for this one.
However it's somewhat amusing to wiggle the cape in front of the
anvil, innit, ehhhh, Doc?

Post by Renay
Totally fair use. Sue me, but 'ennis would be the only
one that /could/.

Actually, /anybody/ could whack you for the false witness. But
you're not worth the weapons-cleaning. You may even note, right on
the froup, /as/ the froup, that it's still easier for my civilisation
to go on feeding you than it is for me to fill out the paperwork.
Besides, it's infinitely easier to sentence you to yourself -- and
to whatever you manage to display yourself as in public.
I.e., why throw out my rotator cuff on stones when so many others
are willing to throw eggs and cabbages, both "somewhat" past their
expriation dates?
Does the word "pillory" ring upside your head yet?
No?
Then how about "Borneo Monkey Pillory," in which the monkey sticks
his head in the pillory /voluntarily/, and /refuses/ to pull it out
even when he's being whacked -- and with /nothing/ holding him in the
hole but the psychotic impetus to /hold onto the whacking/?
Know what the Borneo Monkey Trap relies on to work?
"Nuts."
You may say the Borneo Monkey Pillory relies on, well, exactly the
same thing, so to speak, as it were, if you take my meaning, *nudge*
*nudge*.

Post by Renay
(but why would he... it would look stupid... if anything
i draw attention to him. No charge, 'ennis...)

/It/ would look stupid?
(Forgive me for that one, Lord, it was too easy.)

Post by Renay
While you're at it explain why you host my stolen picture
for over a year. Months, now, after having been informed
of the issue?

Volume I, Number two?

[Renay]

Post by Dennis M. Hammes

Post by Renay

Post by PJR

Post by Colin Ward
Is it just my imagination or is Tommy trying to put
the TOS in "tosser"?

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Ummm... Were was the infringement?
Looked like a BIG JOkE to me. (no commercial value
anywhere, nothing but a Usenet posting of a previous
posting)

aHEM. I didn't poast the /Eurydice/ on UseNet, I published it,
"...only in its entirety..." on a private website.
/I/ can poast any single sonnet from it (etc.) for any reason I
feel like, but I don't recall poasting #22 -- which you poasted minus
/any/ previous UseNet milieu if any, and for the sole purpose of
misattribution, i.e., plagiarism in the second approximation and
false witness of plagiarism in the first (that one's a "summary," boi).
You, by contrast, have poasted several for various of your own
reasons. And that I consented, implicitly or by participation, in
any, summing to all, of your previous reasons does /not/ grant
consent for this one.
However it's somewhat amusing to wiggle the cape in front of the
anvil, innit, ehhhh, Doc?

Post by Renay
Totally fair use. Sue me, but 'ennis would be the only
one that /could/.

Actually, /anybody/ could whack you for the false witness. But
you're not worth the weapons-cleaning. You may even note, right on
the froup, /as/ the froup, that it's still easier for my civilisation
to go on feeding you than it is for me to fill out the paperwork.
Besides, it's infinitely easier to sentence you to yourself -- and
to whatever you manage to display yourself as in public.
I.e., why throw out my rotator cuff on stones when so many others
are willing to throw eggs and cabbages, both "somewhat" past their
expriation dates?
Does the word "pillory" ring upside your head yet?
No?
Then how about "Borneo Monkey Pillory," in which the monkey sticks
his head in the pillory /voluntarily/, and /refuses/ to pull it out
even when he's being whacked -- and with /nothing/ holding him in the
hole but the psychotic impetus to /hold onto the whacking/?
Know what the Borneo Monkey Trap relies on to work?
"Nuts."
You may say the Borneo Monkey Pillory relies on, well, exactly the
same thing, so to speak, as it were, if you take my meaning, *nudge*
*nudge*.

Post by Renay
(but why would he... it would look stupid... if anything
i draw attention to him. No charge, 'ennis...)

/It/ would look stupid?
(Forgive me for that one, Lord, it was too easy.)

Post by Renay
While you're at it explain why you host my stolen picture
for over a year. Months, now, after having been informed
of the issue?

Volume I, Number two?
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[Renay]

Post by Dennis M. Hammes

Post by Renay

Post by PJR

Post by Colin Ward
Is it just my imagination or is Tommy trying to put
the TOS in "tosser"?

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Ummm... Were was the infringement?
Looked like a BIG JOkE to me. (no commercial value
anywhere, nothing but a Usenet posting of a previous
posting)

aHEM. I didn't poast the /Eurydice/ on UseNet, I published it,
"...only in its entirety..." on a private website.

Ahem, don't be a twit.
You host my stolen, defaced image.
I consider that vastly worse.

Post by Dennis M. Hammes
/I/ can poast any single sonnet from it (etc.) for any reason I
feel like, but I don't recall poasting #22 -- which you poasted minus
/any/ previous UseNet milieu if any, and for the sole purpose of
misattribution,

I can buy this.
Which turned out to be hilarious.

Post by Dennis M. Hammes
i.e., plagiarism in the second approximation and

This is your fantasy.

Post by Dennis M. Hammes
false witness of plagiarism in the first (that one's a "summary," boi).

A good joke, and your poem is valueless, boi.
I didn't even read it before posting it.

Here.. is another valueless one from the archive
that I didn't read:

Out of the snow I fell into estate
And all meet bounds ran oozing into spring
To choose for me their own demand and date,
The time to sweat, and shorter time to sing.
Evicted from April without voice or vote,
I roll the crawling of July's blunt heat
So massive I must dream to stay afloat
But only sleep to dream encumbered feet :
Monstrosity of showing too much life
For one man's being to contain its blood,
Leech lilac overflows my flickering knife,
Still growing as I prune its purple flood.
How have the lines I thought to tend so well
Become this prison, this malignant cell?

Post by Dennis M. Hammes
You, by contrast, have poasted several for various of your own
reasons. And that I consented, implicitly or by participation, in
any, summing to all,

You have a rich fantasy life.

Post by Dennis M. Hammes
of your previous reasons does /not/ grant
consent for this one.

Everything I've ever done on Usenet has been fair use.
At least that is my assumption. I even include my binary
shit.

Your poetry is valueless, so go figure.

Dylan Thomas' is not, but my postings of it
on Usenet would still be deemed fair use.

Look at the number of websites that infringe
Thomas.

The main tests for fair use:
- did I make money
- did you lose money
When the answer is no to both questions how far
do you figure on getting in the courts?

Post by Dennis M. Hammes
However it's somewhat amusing to wiggle the cape in front of the
anvil, innit, ehhhh, Doc?

Colin was quite humorous, don't you think?
PJR is in a frenzy.

Post by Dennis M. Hammes

Post by Renay
Totally fair use. Sue me, but 'ennis would be the only
one that /could/.

Actually, /anybody/ could whack you for the false witness.

<burp>

Post by Dennis M. Hammes

Post by Renay
(but why would he... it would look stupid... if anything
i draw attention to him. No charge, 'ennis...)

/It/ would look stupid?

Yes, it would look stupid if you were to have a meltdown
now...

The net result of the posting was more attention to your
poetry. You want to whine like joy-twit, go ahead.

Post by Dennis M. Hammes
(Forgive me for that one, Lord, it was too easy.)

Why, you can't read?

Post by Dennis M. Hammes

Post by Renay
While you're at it explain why you host my stolen picture
for over a year. Months, now, after having been informed
of the issue?

Volume I, Number two?

I really consider my picture different than
your valueless poetry. Especially when you deface
it to humiliate me.

This posting was net positive to you.

More negative to PJR and Colin, but isn't that
a shame. :)

[PJR]

On Thursday 04 August 2005, Tommy Tosser's "Renay" sock whined in

Post by Dennis M. Hammes

Post by Renay

Post by PJR

Post by Colin Ward
Is it just my imagination or is Tommy trying to put
the TOS in "tosser"?

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Ummm... Were was the infringement?
Looked like a BIG JOkE to me. (no commercial value anywhere,
nothing but a Usenet posting of a previous posting)

aHEM. I didn't poast the /Eurydice/ on UseNet, I published it,
"...only in its entirety..." on a private website.

whine Ahem, whine don't whine be whine a whine twit. whine You
whine host whine my whine stolen, whine defaced whine image. whine
I whine consider whine that whine vastly whine worse.

Post by Dennis M. Hammes
/I/ can poast any single sonnet from it (etc.) for any reason I
feel like, but I don't recall poasting #22 -- which you poasted
minus /any/ previous UseNet milieu if any, and for the sole
purpose of misattribution,

whine I whine can whine buy whine this. whine Which whine turned
whine out whine to whine be whine hilarious.

Post by Dennis M. Hammes
i.e., plagiarism in the second approximation and

whine This whine is whine your whine fantasy.

Post by Dennis M. Hammes
false witness of plagiarism in the first (that one's a "summary," boi).

whine A whine good whine joke, whine and whine your whine poem whine
is whine valueless, whine boi. whine I whine didn't whine even
whine read whine it whine before whine posting whine it.
whine Here.. whine is whine another whine valueless whine one whine
from whine the whine archive whine that whine I whine didn't whine

<stolen poem snipped>

Post by Dennis M. Hammes
You, by contrast, have poasted several for various of your own
reasons. And that I consented, implicitly or by participation,
in any, summing to all,

whine You whine have whine a whine rich whine fantasy whine life.

Post by Dennis M. Hammes
of your previous reasons does /not/ grant consent for this one.

whine Everything whine I've whine ever whine done whine on whine
Usenet whine has whine been whine fair whine use. whine At whine
least whine that whine is whine my whine assumption. whine I whine
even whine include whine my whine binary whine shit.
whine Your whine poetry whine is whine valueless, whine so whine go
whine figure.
whine Dylan whine Thomas' whine is whine not, whine but whine my
whine postings whine of whine it whine on whine Usenet whine would
whine still whine be whine deemed whine fair whine use.
whine Look whine at whine the whine number whine of whine websites
whine that whine infringe whine Thomas.
whine whine whine whine - whine did whine I whine make whine
money whine whine whine whine - whine did whine you whine lose
whine money whine When whine the whine answer whine is whine no
whine to whine both whine questions whine how whine far whine do
whine you whine figure whine on whine getting whine in whine the
whine courts?

Post by Dennis M. Hammes
However it's somewhat amusing to wiggle the cape in front of the
anvil, innit, ehhhh, Doc?

whine Colin whine was whine quite whine humorous, whine don't whine
you whine think? whine PJR whine is whine in whine a whine frenzy.

Post by Dennis M. Hammes

Post by Renay
Totally fair use. Sue me, but 'ennis would be the only one that
/could/.

Actually, /anybody/ could whack you for the false witness.

whine <burp>

Post by Dennis M. Hammes

Post by Renay
(but why would he... it would look stupid... if anything i draw
attention to him. No charge, 'ennis...)

/It/ would look stupid?

whine Yes, whine it whine would whine look whine stupid whine if
whine you whine were whine to whine have whine a whine meltdown
whine now...
whine The whine net whine result whine of whine the whine posting
whine was whine more whine attention whine to whine your whine
poetry. whine You whine want whine to whine whine whine like whine
joy-twit, whine go whine ahead.

Post by Dennis M. Hammes
(Forgive me for that one, Lord, it was too easy.)

whine Why, whine you whine can't whine read?

Post by Dennis M. Hammes

Post by Renay
While you're at it explain why you host my stolen picture for
over a year. Months, now, after having been informed of the
issue?

Volume I, Number two?

whine I whine really whine consider whine my whine picture whine
different whine than whine your whine valueless whine poetry. whine
Especially whine when whine you whine deface whine it whine to whine
humiliate whine me.
whine This whine posting whine was whine net whine positive whine to
whine you.
whine More whine negative whine to whine PJR whine and whine Colin,
whine but whine isn't whine that whine a whine shame. whine whine
:)

Edited for TRVTH.


PJR :-)

[Renay]

Post by PJR
Edited for TRVTH.

I assume your nappys are uber-happy?

Where is your mommie?

[Michael Cook]

Post by PJR

Post by Colin Ward
Is it just my imagination or is Tommy trying to put
the TOS in "tosser"?

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Tom getting nasty again?
(i just took him out of the killfile)
Did he just steal someone's work?
mdc

[PJR]

Post by Michael Cook

Post by PJR

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Tom getting nasty again?

In the usual worm-like way.

Post by Michael Cook
(i just took him out of the killfile)

I think you're just in time to see a good meltdown.

Post by Michael Cook
Did he just steal someone's work?

Yup. One of Hammes's "Sonnets to Eurydice", which he pasted from
scrawlmark.org. Here's the post.

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The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?


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I've added us.arts.poetry, since he's posted what purports to be
original work there. Anybody there who comments on his poetry posts
might like to consider in future that comments directed to a known
plagiarist may not be read by the real author.

Tommy's unspectacular career as an online poet would seem to be over.

PJR :-)

[Renay]

Post by PJR
I've added us.arts.poetry, since he's posted what purports to be
original work there. Anybody there who comments on his poetry posts
might like to consider in future that comments directed to a known
plagiarist may not be read by the real author.

No one commented on my poetry that much
before. I could care less.

There was no plagiarism, I sed you wrote it.
It was a joke that netted a Colin. Tough shit, moron.

Post by PJR
Tommy's unspectacular career as an online poet would seem to be over.

The concept that you will stop it with this crap
is rather funny.

Fuck off and die, as you say, thief.

[PJR]

Post by PJR
I've added us.arts.poetry, since he's posted what purports to be
original work there. Anybody there who comments on his poetry posts
might like to consider in future that comments directed to a known
plagiarist may not be read by the real author.

No one commented on my poetry that much before.

Perhaps you didn't steal any good stuff before.

It must be galling for you to know that the two most favourable
comments you've ever received were about something you knew you were
incapable of writing yourself.

I could care less.

You could hardly care more. Let's not forget that before your tantrum
based on Michael Cook's original creative work, you were regularly
throwing tantrums because nobody agreed that you were the greatest
poet ever to post to Usenet.

There was no plagiarism, I sed you wrote it.

"I did steal the mobile phone, officer, but then I wrote somebody
else's name on it, so it isn't theft."

It was a joke that netted a Colin. Tough shit, moron.

If you had any idea about the art of trolling, thief, you'd know that
law-breaking isn't part of it.

Post by PJR
Tommy's unspectacular career as an online poet would seem to be over.

The concept that you will stop it with this crap
is rather funny.

Please look for the published work of Mr Charles S Lysaght on the Web.

Please look for his posts in moderated poetry forums.

What, he isn't there any more? I wonder why not? Can you guess who
wrote to all those authors, webmasters and forum moderators to make it
so? (Clue: there were two of us, and you seem to envy the other person's
writing skills even more than you envy Dannis's or mine.)

Fuck off and die, as you say, thief.

"I did steal the mobile phone, officer, but then I claimed falsely
that the person who reported me had stolen something, so it wasn't
theft."

PJR :-)

[Renay]

You need to come up with something new, thief.

[PJR]

Post by Renay
You need to come up with something new, thief.

Well, that was an easy argument to win, though I can't say I'm
surprised. It's difficult to steal replies to specific points, isn't
it?

Now that your pathetic, whiny attempt to defend yourself agains the
accusation has failed, will you be apologising to Dennis? Don't forget
that he owns your Internet access.

PJR :-)

[Renay]

Post by PJR

Post by Renay
You need to come up with something new, thief.

Well, that was an easy argument to win, though I can't say I'm
surprised. It's difficult to steal replies to specific points, isn't
it?

Not sure what you mean, but I can manipulate,
read, slice and dice Usenet postings and even
their binary content with adeptness you wish you had
with poetry.

Post by PJR
Now that your pathetic, whiny attempt to defend yourself agains the
accusation has failed, will you be apologising to Dennis? Don't forget
that he owns your Internet access.

The /accusation/ (of plagiarism) is/was/will forever be vacuous.

Please have a meltdown over nothing, moron.

I find poetry, in general, to be an intellectual-baby-game.

I will never apologize to Dennis, and he owns nothing of mine.
He is a failed-fuckwit that defaces my picture and prances
around like a depressed "little train that couldn't".

I, on the other hand, 'old a slam-'unk on mikey.

I can hardly wait for his next meltdown.

[Renay]

Post by PJR

Post by PJR
I've added us.arts.poetry, since he's posted what purports to be
original work there. Anybody there who comments on his poetry posts
might like to consider in future that comments directed to a known
plagiarist may not be read by the real author.

No one commented on my poetry that much before.

Perhaps you didn't steal any good stuff before.
It must be galling for you to know that the two most favourable
comments you've ever received were about something you knew you were
incapable of writing yourself.

Geeeez.... Not even close.

It must be galling for you to know that you can't
insult me without lying.

The whole poetry/acclaim/fame schtick was never mine.

That said it is obvious that I'm more creative than
you could ever be.

Post by PJR

I could care less.

You could hardly care more. Let's not forget that before your tantrum
based on Michael Cook's original creative work, you were regularly
throwing tantrums because nobody agreed that you were the greatest
poet ever to post to Usenet.

I'm just better than most of the fuckwits here.
I quote poetry that I consider /better-than-mine/ quite frequently.
Can you read?

In fact, I'm totally a reader and otherwise dabbler/commenter
on Usenet.

Try to shut me down, moron. Archie, peewee, idiot-clown.

Post by PJR
If you had any idea about the art of trolling, thief, you'd know that
law-breaking isn't part of it.

Report me then.

Post by PJR

Post by PJR
Tommy's unspectacular career as an online poet would seem to be over.

The concept that you will stop it with this crap
is rather funny.

Please look for the published work of Mr Charles S Lysaght on the Web.
Please look for his posts in moderated poetry forums.
What, he isn't there any more? I wonder why not? Can you guess who
wrote to all those authors, webmasters and forum moderators to make it
so? (Clue: there were two of us, and you seem to envy the other person's
writing skills even more than you envy Dannis's or mine.)

The concept that you have a /gay-love/ for
Chuck is common knowledge. Thought?

The concept that I've had anything to do with Chuck
is your fantasy. Prove it thief.

I could care less about moderated forums.
Usenet is my thang.

Deal with it, or not.

Post by PJR

Fuck off and die, as you say, thief.

"I did steal

True, thief...

[Renay]

Post by PJR
I've added us.arts.poetry, since he's posted what purports to be
original work there. Anybody there who comments on his poetry posts
might like to consider in future that comments directed to a known
plagiarist may not be read by the real author.

No one commented on my poetry that much
before. I could care less.

There was no plagiarism, I sed you wrote it.
It was a joke that netted a Colin. Tough shit, moron.

Post by PJR
Tommy's unspectacular career as an online poet would seem to be over.

The concept that you will stop it with this crap
is rather funny.

Fuck off and die, as you say, thief.

[Dillman Thomas]

Post by Colin Ward
Is it just my imagination or is Tommy trying to put
the TOS in "tosser"?

If partial impersonation gets me TOS'ed there
are numerous ISPs/NSPs.

mikey does complete impersonations of me.

This was FAR too hilarious.

You were precious throughout, and thx Rectum.

[PJR]

On Wednesday 03 August 2005, Tommy Tosser, the well-known poetry
thief, donned his "Dillman Thomas" sock because he has to be drunk to

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by Colin Ward
Is it just my imagination or is Tommy trying to put
the TOS in "tosser"?

If partial impersonation gets me TOS'ed

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
You misspelled plagiarism, thief.

Post by Dillman Thomas
there are numerous ISPs/NSPs.

And when they've all gone, you'll still have the public library, thief.

Post by Dillman Thomas
mikey does complete impersonations of me.

They're the highlight of many of the RAP parties to which you're not
invited, thief. The false teeth are especially hilarious.

Post by Dillman Thomas
This was FAR too hilarious.
You were precious throughout, and thx Rectum.

"I stole a poem! People who commented liked it much better than
anybody's ever liked anything I wrote! That means I WIN!!! I WIN!!!"

PJR :-)

[Dillman Thomas]

Post by PJR
"I stole a poem!

I stole <nothing>. Great joke though.
Humouuurless brit morons like you
don't get it, perhaps?

You continually steal my picture.
(mikey will clean that up eventually)

Post by PJR
People who commented liked it much better than
anybody's ever liked anything I wrote! That means I WIN!!! I WIN!!!"

Lawd no, peewee...

I've had people tell me
that my poem
to them was
"THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
THING ANYONE
HAS EVER WRITEEN to THEM"

...they were fools but you spoke of /comments/
which I have little interest in.

Guess why.

Your clown posturings --- I have even less interest in.

Guess why.

[PJR]

On Thursday 04 August 2005, chuc^H^H^HTommy lysa^H^H^H^HBishop took a
break from plagiarising his betters' poems to sock up as "Dillman

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by PJR
"I stole a poem!

I stole <nothing>.

Fourteen lines of iambic pentameter constitute rather more than
"nothing", chuc^H^H^H^HTommy.

Post by Dillman Thomas
Great joke though.
Humouuurless brit morons like you
don't get it, perhaps?
You continually steal my picture.

Do I also email your pastor and your family and your Hooters
waitresses, chuc^H^H^H^HTommy?

Post by Dillman Thomas
(mikey will clean that up eventually)

Post by PJR
People who commented liked it much better than
anybody's ever liked anything I wrote! That means I WIN!!! I WIN!!!"

Lawd no, peewee...
I've had people tell me
that my poem
to them was
"THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
THING ANYONE
HAS EVER WRITEEN to THEM"

Which of your socks said that, chuc^H^H^H^HTommy?

I have news for you, thief: in these newsgroups, a proven plagiarist
isn't considered to have written *any* poems. Plagiarism is one thing
we take seriously.

Post by Dillman Thomas
...they were fools but you spoke of /comments/
which I have little interest in.
Guess why.

Because you can't understand them?

Post by Dillman Thomas
Your clown posturings --- I have even less interest in.
Guess why.

Please continue displaying your lack of interest in my posts, thief.
If at any time you can tear yourself away from reading them, you might
like to announce that you haven't stolen any poems and, indeed, have
never posted to Usenet. It's traditional.

PJR :-)

[Berryman's Legacy]

Post by PJR

Post by Dillman Thomas
I've had people tell me
that my poem
to them was
"THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
THING ANYONE
HAS EVER WRITEEN to THEM"

Which of your socks said that, chuc^H^H^H^HTommy?
I have news for you, thief: in these newsgroups, a proven
plagiarist isn't considered to have written *any* poems.
Plagiarism is one thing we take seriously.

Further news for you, PeeJ: in these newsgroups, a proven
poseur isn't considered to have *any* authority. Someone
getting bounced from a lecturer job at a major university
is one thing we take seriously...when we're finally able
to stop laughing.

[Dennis M. Hammes]

Post by Berryman's Legacy

Post by PJR

Post by Dillman Thomas
I've had people tell me
that my poem
to them was
"THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
THING ANYONE
HAS EVER WRITEEN to THEM"

Which of your socks said that, chuc^H^H^H^HTommy?
I have news for you, thief: in these newsgroups, a proven
plagiarist isn't considered to have written *any* poems.
Plagiarism is one thing we take seriously.

Further news for you, PeeJ: in these newsgroups, a proven
poseur isn't considered to have *any* authority. Someone
getting bounced from a lecturer job at a major university
is one thing we take seriously...when we're finally able
to stop laughing.

Whereas a turd-eating sycophant who never got bounced from anything
but his own head, we don't take seriously at all.
When we're finally able to stop laughing, of course.
Those turds really swell up with the Power and pass something warm
down your throat when you suck them though, don't they.

[Renay]

Post by Dennis M. Hammes

Post by Berryman's Legacy

Post by PJR

Post by Dillman Thomas
I've had people tell me
that my poem
to them was
"THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
THING ANYONE
HAS EVER WRITEEN to THEM"

Which of your socks said that, chuc^H^H^H^HTommy?
I have news for you, thief: in these newsgroups, a proven
plagiarist isn't considered to have written *any* poems.
Plagiarism is one thing we take seriously.

Further news for you, PeeJ: in these newsgroups, a proven
poseur isn't considered to have *any* authority. Someone
getting bounced from a lecturer job at a major university
is one thing we take seriously...when we're finally able
to stop laughing.

Whereas a turd-eating sycophant who never got bounced from anything
but his own head, we don't take seriously at all.

I agree!!!! ...any more than we take sawdust-sonneteers
with a fast-fat-mango-tango seriously.

Post by Dennis M. Hammes
When we're finally able to stop laughing, of course.

Of course, Tango Fandango.

Post by Dennis M. Hammes
Those turds really swell up with the Power and pass something warm
down your throat when you suck them though, don't they.

Always squeeze the mango's, Tango.

[Berryman's Legacy]

Post by Dennis M. Hammes

Post by Berryman's Legacy

Post by PJR

Post by Dillman Thomas
I've had people tell me
that my poem
to them was
"THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
THING ANYONE
HAS EVER WRITEEN to THEM"

Which of your socks said that, chuc^H^H^H^HTommy?
I have news for you, thief: in these newsgroups, a proven
plagiarist isn't considered to have written *any* poems.
Plagiarism is one thing we take seriously.

Further news for you, PeeJ: in these newsgroups, a proven
poseur isn't considered to have *any* authority. Someone
getting bounced from a lecturer job at a major university
is one thing we take seriously...when we're finally able
to stop laughing.

Whereas a turd-eating sycophant who never got bounced from
anything but his own head, we don't take seriously at all.
When we're finally able to stop laughing, of course.
Those turds really swell up with the Power and pass something
warm down your throat when you suck them though, don't they.

Heh. Somehow, Hammy, you always manage to dance back around
to matters scatological. A mildly amusing obsession on your
part, granted, but these newsgroups are hardly an appropriate
venue for the public airing of fetishes.

Now if you were to write a /poem/ about 'turds,' then perhaps
there'd be some justification for working your fixation into
the conversational flow here.

Maybe you could do a complete poetic arc about feces. Given
your obvious expertise on the subject, that should be good for
at least another 100 sonnets.

But until then, you come across as merely another aging old fud
with a stereotypical bowel preoccupation.

So cut the crap, Hammy. Rinse the skidmarks out of your skivvies,
and get to work.

[Renay]

Post by Berryman's Legacy

Post by PJR

Post by Dillman Thomas
I've had people tell me
that my poem
to them was
"THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
THING ANYONE
HAS EVER WRITEEN to THEM"

Which of your socks said that, chuc^H^H^H^HTommy?
I have news for you, thief: in these newsgroups, a proven
plagiarist isn't considered to have written *any* poems.
Plagiarism is one thing we take seriously.

Further news for you, PeeJ: in these newsgroups, a proven
poseur isn't considered to have *any* authority. Someone
getting bounced from a lecturer job at a major university
is one thing we take seriously...when we're finally able
to stop laughing.

Just when I was hoping for a sense of humor
peewee get's serious...

OK, he can be my /straight-man/ !!!

How you feel about bareback, peewee?

[PJR]

On Thursday 04 August 2005, Tommy Tosser the Poetry Thief displayed

Post by PJR
On Thursday 04 August 2005, chuc^H^H^HTommy lysa^H^H^H^HBishop took a
break from plagiarising his betters' poems to sock up as "Dillman

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by PJR
"I stole a poem!

I stole <nothing>.

Fourteen lines of iambic pentameter constitute rather more than
"nothing", chuc^H^H^H^HTommy.

As I say.. <nothing>
He has 600 for which he hasn't netted a turkey dinner.

How many more of them are you planning to steal in the hope of
acquiring a reputation as a poet?

HAAAAA<slap>

Sorry if that hurt, but there's only one way to deal with hysterics.

[further exhibition of hysterics deleted]


PJR :-)

[Renay]

Post by PJR
On Thursday 04 August 2005, Tommy Tosser the Poetry Thief displayed

Post by PJR
On Thursday 04 August 2005, chuc^H^H^HTommy lysa^H^H^H^HBishop took a
break from plagiarising his betters' poems to sock up as "Dillman

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by PJR
"I stole a poem!

I stole <nothing>.

Fourteen lines of iambic pentameter constitute rather more than
"nothing", chuc^H^H^H^HTommy.

As I say.. <nothing>
He has 600 for which he hasn't netted a turkey dinner.

How many more of them are you planning to steal

Is something missing? Better call out the dogs.

Post by PJR
in the hope of
acquiring a reputation as a poet?

Who am I supposed to care about impressing?
You?

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[Dennis M. Hammes]

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by PJR
"I stole a poem!

I stole <nothing>. Great joke though.
Humouuurless brit morons like you
don't get it, perhaps?
You continually steal my picture.
(mikey will clean that up eventually)

Post by PJR
People who commented liked it much better than
anybody's ever liked anything I wrote! That means I WIN!!! I WIN!!!"

Lawd no, peewee...
I've had people tell me
that my poem
to them was
"THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
THING ANYONE
HAS EVER WRITEEN to THEM"
...they were fools but you spoke of /comments/
which I have little interest in.
Guess why.
Your clown posturings --- I have even less interest in.
Guess why.

Uh, "why" the Monkey /changes his name/ to stick his head back in the
pillory?
Uh, well, what's /your/ opinion of why a monkey who got himself
covered with well-aimed refuse (pr. also "re-FUSE," in the case)
/changed his name/ to get in on a second helping while the first was
still going on?
Because the "monkey" is really a shit-eating puppy?

Unt vot, in yourr oPINyons, iss se tifference, Herr Doktor Professor?
Ah.
Keepingk se Monkey out off se Trap iss /almosht/ ass tifficulT ass
keepingk se puppy out off se toilet, ja.
So sair you ARE sen, alratty.

[Renay]

Post by Dennis M. Hammes

Post by Dillman Thomas
Your clown posturings --- I have even less interest in.
Guess why.

Uh, "why" the Monkey /changes his name/

You /poets/ steal my face, deform it, put it in sexual
situations, act as if I /am/ that way.
Fuck me in the ass with gay-Chuckie-sex for years?

I'm happy to let Tom Bishop die.

Never use the name, online, again.

I have such little interest in /fame/ that it
really isn't funny (as I've said).

[Will Dockery]

Post by Renay

Post by Dennis M. Hammes

Post by Dillman Thomas
Your clown posturings --- I have even less interest in.
Guess why.

Uh, "why" the Monkey /changes his name/

You /poets/ steal my face, deform it, put it in sexual
situations, act as if I /am/ that way.
Fuck me in the ass with gay-Chuckie-sex for years?
I'm happy to let Tom Bishop die.
Never use the name, online, again.
I have such little interest in /fame/ that it
really isn't funny (as I've said).

And "Renay" has such a nice ring.

--
Shadowville/Netherlands project:
http://www.kannibaal.nl/shadowville.htm

Black Eagle Lady by Will Dockery & Henry Conley:
<http://tinyurl.com/bev5f>

[Renay]

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Renay

Post by Dennis M. Hammes

Post by Dillman Thomas
Your clown posturings --- I have even less interest in.
Guess why.

Uh, "why" the Monkey /changes his name/

You /poets/ steal my face, deform it, put it in sexual
situations, act as if I /am/ that way.
Fuck me in the ass with gay-Chuckie-sex for years?
I'm happy to let Tom Bishop die.
Never use the name, online, again.
I have such little interest in /fame/ that it
really isn't funny (as I've said).

And "Renay" has such a nice ring.

Hop in my Chrysler, it's as big as a whale
and it's about to set sail!

I got me a car, it seats about 20
So come on and bring yo' jukebox money .

- B-52's (Atlanta) "Love Shack"

Post by Will Dockery
--
http://www.kannibaal.nl/shadowville.htm
<http://tinyurl.com/bev5f>

[Will Dockery]

Post by Renay

Post by Will Dockery

Post by Renay
I have such little interest in /fame/ that it
really isn't funny (as I've said).

And "Renay" has such a nice ring.

Hop in my Chrysler, it's as big as a whale
and it's about to set sail!
I got me a car, it seats about 20
So come on and bring yo' jukebox money .
- B-52's (Atlanta) "Love Shack"

Damn, I miss those days, 1978-81.

As I've said often, recently, if I could tesseract back there I'd never come
back... but after all, am I the Will Dockery of the movie or the Will
Dockery of the dream?

[j r sherman]

Post by Renay

Post by Dennis M. Hammes

Post by Dillman Thomas
Your clown posturings --- I have even less interest in.
Guess why.

Uh, "why" the Monkey /changes his name/

You /poets/ steal my face, deform it, put it in sexual
situations,

i never did that. you owe me an apology.

Post by Renay
act as if I /am/ that way.
Fuck me in the ass with gay-Chuckie-sex for years?

well, you did say you were Bi.

Post by Renay
I'm happy to let Tom Bishop die.

it's ABOUT TIME! when are you killing yourself?

can i get you the
gun-Draino-downers-anything-you-want-to-shuffle-off-your-mortal-coil (did you
know that the line "shuffle off the mortal coil" was in the recent Starsky and
Hutch movie? ask dockery)? let me know.

Post by Renay
Never use the name, online, again.

only if you kill yourself!

[Renay]

Post by j r sherman

Post by Renay

Post by Dennis M. Hammes

Post by Dillman Thomas
Your clown posturings --- I have even less interest in.
Guess why.

Uh, "why" the Monkey /changes his name/

You /poets/ steal my face, deform it, put it in sexual
situations,

i never did that. you owe me an apology.

"For Tom has put it into their hearts to
accomplish his purpose by agreeing to give
the sherman power to shaketh, until Tom's words
are full-mikey'd."

Post by j r sherman

Post by Renay
act as if I /am/ that way.
Fuck me in the ass with gay-Chuckie-sex for years?

well, you did say you were Bi.

Bang bang bang on the door baby! Knock a little louder sugar!
Bang bang bang on the door baby! I can't hear you
bang bang on the door baby
bang bang on the door
bang bang on the door baby bang bang
You're what?... Tom spoof dusted!

- B-52's etc..

Post by j r sherman

Post by Renay
I'm happy to let Tom Bishop die.

it's ABOUT TIME! when are you killing yourself?
can i get you the
gun-Draino-downers-anything-you-want-to-shuffle-off-your-mortal-coil (did you
know that the line "shuffle off the mortal coil" was in the recent Starsky and
Hutch movie? ask dockery)? let me know.

Post by Renay
Never use the name, online, again.

only if you kill yourself!

Well no....

fate is kind
she brings to those who love
the sweet fulfillment of
their secret longings

Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish upon a star
Your dream comes true

Additionally I would like to say:

Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me!
For my soul trusts in You; and in the shadow
of Your wings I will make my refuge,
until these storms have passed by.

[Barbara's Cat]

In article <***@g43g2000cwa.googlegroups.com>,
posted 3 Aug 2005 16:21:51 -0700,

Post by Dillman Thomas
precious

[Michael Cook]

Post by PJR
On Wednesday 03 August 2005, Tommy Tosser's "Dillman Thomas" sock

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by PJR
On Tuesday 02 August 2005, Tommy Tosser's "PJR" sockpuppet wrote in

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Hello, Tosser! Which writer are you more envious of - the one you
stole this from or the one you falsely attributed it to?

I don't see anything stolen.

"It wasn't me, officer. I was down the rub-a-dub wiv me mates at the
time of the halleged hincident."

Post by Dillman Thomas
Fair use,

Given your known ignorance of copyright law, it's possible that you
honestly believe that posting somebody else's work as your own
constitutes "fair use".

Post by Dillman Thomas
and hilarious, zero-sum Usenet posting
with partial impersonation. You aren't whining are you?

No, I'm laughing at your attempt to justify your theft.

Post by Dillman Thomas
I'm hardly envious of failed writers like you and 'ennis
who spend their time trolling Usenet.

The evidence, consisting of long-standing obsession, suggests
otherwise.

Post by Dillman Thomas
I'm a bit pissed that you two babies insist on hosting my
stolen image for years, but go figure.

"A bit pissed"? What kind of meltdown can we look forward to if ever
you're *really upset*?

let's see...

[Dillman Thomas]

Post by Michael Cook
let's see...

\------------------------

Too bad: mikey

[Michael Cook]

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by Michael Cook
let's see...

\------------------------
Too bad: mikey

actually it's what my wife calls me, don't bother me at all.
am I to understand you posted another's work as your own,
it is hard to follow the thread as I had you killfiled.
so what's the skinny Tom, you rip someone off?
mdc

[Dillman Thomas]

Post by Michael Cook

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by Michael Cook
let's see...

\------------------------
Too bad: mikey

actually it's what my wife calls me, don't bother me at all.
am I to understand you posted another's work as your own,
it is hard to follow the thread as I had you killfiled.
so what's the skinny Tom, you rip someone off?
mdc

------------------------------------------

You are a pip to accuse me of ripping anyone off, idiot.

[Michael Cook]

Post by j r sherman

Post by Michael Cook

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by Michael Cook
let's see...

\------------------------
Too bad: mikey

actually it's what my wife calls me, don't bother me at all.
am I to understand you posted another's work as your own,
it is hard to follow the thread as I had you killfiled.
so what's the skinny Tom, you rip someone off?
mdc

------------------------------------------
You are a pip to accuse me of ripping anyone off, idiot.

are you seriously comparing a satire of you
with the theft of intellectual property?

So lets see, someone made fun of you by using your photo
so you steal the property of a third party, is that about it?

mdc

[Renay]

Post by Michael Cook

Post by j r sherman

Post by Michael Cook

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by Michael Cook
let's see...

\------------------------
Too bad: mikey

actually it's what my wife calls me, don't bother me at all.
am I to understand you posted another's work as your own,
it is hard to follow the thread as I had you killfiled.
so what's the skinny Tom, you rip someone off?
mdc

------------------------------------------
You are a pip to accuse me of ripping anyone off, idiot.

are you seriously comparing a satire of you
with the theft of intellectual property?
So lets see, someone made fun of you by using your photo
so you steal the property of a third party, is that about it?

----------------------------------------------

We'll see how it plays out, moron.

As I say:

- I stole nothing, ever, prove it

- You have stolen my image and placed it
in sexual defamation.

I say clean up your mess and leave for a year.

Best deal.

[Michael Cook]

Post by j r sherman

Post by Michael Cook

Post by j r sherman

Post by Michael Cook

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by Michael Cook
let's see...

\------------------------
Too bad: mikey

actually it's what my wife calls me, don't bother me at all.
am I to understand you posted another's work as your own,
it is hard to follow the thread as I had you killfiled.
so what's the skinny Tom, you rip someone off?
mdc

------------------------------------------
You are a pip to accuse me of ripping anyone off, idiot.

are you seriously comparing a satire of you
with the theft of intellectual property?
So lets see, someone made fun of you by using your photo
so you steal the property of a third party, is that about it?

----------------------------------------------
We'll see how it plays out, moron.

How what plays out?
Actually you didn't, I just asked so how can you have said
and said it as a preface to a denial, and why would I prove
"it" if I could prove "it" I would not have asked!

Post by j r sherman
- I stole nothing, ever, prove it
- You have stolen my image and placed it
in sexual defamation.
I say clean up your mess and leave for a year.

Heh! I'm fixin to wax the floor with your pantywaist ass
So why would I leave?

Post by j r sherman
Best deal.

Here is your best deal:

Fuck off you half-man filthy degenerate,
fuck off now and spare yourself further embarrassment

[Dillman Thomas]

Post by Michael Cook
Fuck off you half-man filthy degenerate,
fuck off now and spare yourself further embarrassment

---------------------------------------------

See subject, moron.

[Renay]

Post by Michael Cook

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by Michael Cook
let's see...

\------------------------
Too bad: mikey

actually it's what my wife calls me, don't bother me at all.
am I to understand you posted another's work as your own,
it is hard to follow the thread as I had you killfiled.
so what's the skinny Tom, you rip someone off?
mdc

------------------------------------------------------

I could care less.

Stick your dumb-ass head in the sand if you want.

I really don't need any more to hang you
and nothing I'm doing is any of your business.

In the words of a clown we know:
"Fuck off and die"

[Michael Cook]

Post by j r sherman

Post by Michael Cook

Post by Dillman Thomas

Post by Michael Cook
let's see...

\------------------------
Too bad: mikey

actually it's what my wife calls me, don't bother me at all.
am I to understand you posted another's work as your own,
it is hard to follow the thread as I had you killfiled.
so what's the skinny Tom, you rip someone off?
mdc

------------------------------------------------------
I could care less.
Stick your dumb-ass head in the sand if you want.
I really don't need any more to hang you
and nothing I'm doing is any of your business.
"Fuck off and die"

you on drugs again?
you are babbling incoherently

[Dillman Thomas]

Post by Michael Cook

Post by Renay
"Fuck off and die"

you on drugs again?
you are babbling incoherently

------------------------------------------

There is no future for you on Usenet
without me telling your story
much more coherently than you've
ever managed.

[Daedalus]

On 3 Aug 2005 23:32:03 -0700, "Dillman Thomas"

Post by j r sherman

Post by Michael Cook

Post by Renay
"Fuck off and die"

you on drugs again?
you are babbling incoherently

------------------------------------------
There is no future for you on Usenet
without me telling your story
much more coherently than you've
ever managed.

Tom the turd shares a word
and whines about his trouble

Ship to shoal the others row
And Tom's palaver doubles

A sleight, a pin, a mortal sin
a missing shemale lover

They finally groan against his moan
and push the tosser over

Jade

[Dennis M. Hammes]

Post by PJR
On Tuesday 02 August 2005, Tommy Tosser's "PJR" sockpuppet wrote in

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Hello, Tosser! Which writer are you more envious of - the one you
stole this from or the one you falsely attributed it to?
PJR :-)

Hunh. To whom did he? (Above is the first poast in /my/ server's
thread.)
http://scrawlmark.org/eurydice.html #22

[Dillman Thomas]

Post by Dennis M. Hammes

Post by PJR
On Tuesday 02 August 2005, Tommy Tosser's "PJR" sockpuppet wrote in

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

Hello, Tosser! Which writer are you more envious of - the one you
stole this from or the one you falsely attributed it to?
PJR :-)

Hunh. To whom did he?

To anyone, anytime, of any poem
on any website as any troll poster.

Or stop hosting my stolen image and
convince mikey to fuck off.

[Sherrie Lee]

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?
PJR :-)

Dennis's sonnets are scattered on my sofa and floor.
If I recall, this one is 22 and will be bound along
with the others. It's coincidental, this antenna
and inner ear, or the piece was read by the messenger.
I received the sweetest goodbye last night after
I'd attempted to fly twice. I'm trapped.
There is a sonnet festering, Tom.

Post by PJR
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[Renay]

Post by Sherrie Lee

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?
PJR :-)

Dennis's sonnets are scattered on my sofa and floor.

Can't afford upholstery or a rug?
I suppose sonnets can be insulating.

Post by Sherrie Lee
If I recall, this one is 22 and will be bound along
with the others. It's coincidental, this antenna
and inner ear, or the piece was read by the messenger.
I received the sweetest goodbye last night after
I'd attempted to fly twice. I'm trapped.
There is a sonnet festering, Tom.

Let loose the festered fetters. :)

[Sherrie Lee]

Post by Renay

Post by Sherrie Lee

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?
PJR :-)

Dennis's sonnets are scattered on my sofa and floor.

Can't afford upholstery or a rug?
I suppose sonnets can be insulating.

Post by Sherrie Lee
If I recall, this one is 22 and will be bound along
with the others. It's coincidental, this antenna
and inner ear, or the piece was read by the messenger.
I received the sweetest goodbye last night after
I'd attempted to fly twice. I'm trapped.
There is a sonnet festering, Tom.

Let loose the festered fetters. :)

When it pops, I'll post it.

[Dennis M. Hammes]

Post by Sherrie Lee

Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?
PJR :-)

Dennis's sonnets are scattered on my sofa and floor.

~\__:o)

Post by Sherrie Lee
If I recall, this one is 22 and will be bound along
with the others. It's coincidental, this antenna
and inner ear, or the piece was read by the messenger.
I received the sweetest goodbye last night after
I'd attempted to fly twice. I'm trapped.
There is a sonnet festering, Tom.

Post by PJR
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Post by PJR
The trees' tall fingers furl their living lace
Antennas to your pulse of flight's designs
As though the steepled popple sought your trace
Through poured Aurora as I seek these lines.
And you : entowered where the radar's eye
Sees you less often than I see you here
Through empty airways after each goodbye,
What antenna tends your inner ear?
We round one third of earth on evening watch
Collecting passwords from a varied crew,
And though we reach alone, and sort by touch,
My way seems solid : blind, I still hear you.
Whose sibilant foot, what creak of oiled leather,
What night guard holds your interlude together?

To all you copyright thieves, this poem
was posted to Usenet already:

http://groups-beta.google.com/group/alt.arts.poetry.comments/browse_frm/thread/240d24774b71a55f/5d9beac8d61dd1e7?lnk=st&q=%22The+trees%27+tall+fingers+furl+their+living+lace%22&rnum=2&hl=en#5d9beac8d61dd1e7

Years ago.

[PJR]

On Thursday 04 August 2005, Tommy Tosser the Poetry Thief socked up as

Post by Dillman Thomas
To all you copyright thieves, this poem

"I did steal the mobile phone, officer, but I stole it from the man's
pocket, not from his house, so it isn't theft."

PJR :-)

[Dillman Thomas]

Post by PJR
On Thursday 04 August 2005, Tommy Tosser the Poetry Thief socked up as

Post by Dillman Thomas
To all you copyright thieves, this poem

Complain to someone who cares.

You are hosting my image.