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Apple Montage / Will Dockery
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Will Dockery™
2019-03-17 11:00:49 UTC
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Apple Montage

Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.

Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.

To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.

There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.

Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.

I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.

I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.

The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.

-Will Dockery

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The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.

You can read the original thread at:

http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george

:)
Michael Pendragon
2019-03-17 16:32:46 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george

Will Dockery™
2019-03-17 16:47:36 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
http://youtu.be/MWl2Zgd0Qpk


The Mills Brothers sing their hit "How'm I Doin', Hey, Hey".
From movie "Twenty Million Sweethearts" 1934
General Zod
2019-03-18 01:45:45 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
http://youtu.be/MWl2Zgd0Qpk
http://youtu.be/Q_Knzwe15PY
The Mills Brothers sing their hit "How'm I Doin', Hey, Hey".
From movie "Twenty Million Sweethearts" 1934
Those Mills Brothers are incredible.....
Michael Pendragon
2019-03-18 02:25:39 UTC
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Post by General Zod
Post by Will Dockery™
Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
http://youtu.be/MWl2Zgd0Qpk
http://youtu.be/Q_Knzwe15PY
The Mills Brothers sing their hit "How'm I Doin', Hey, Hey".
From movie "Twenty Million Sweethearts" 1934
Those Mills Brothers are incredible.....
You won't get the connection, however:


Will Dockery™
2019-03-18 02:35:41 UTC
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Ugh, another Pat Boone link.

😊
Michael Pendragon
2019-03-18 02:37:29 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Ugh, another Pat Boone link.
"Till Then" was a big Mills Brothers hit from the 40s.

Here's their biggest:


Rex Hester Jr.
2019-07-13 02:27:25 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery
What do I care what an ignorant troll like you thinks, Pendragon?
You obviously don't care what
You are a troll...

What does it matter what a troll pretends to think...?? ?
General Zod
2019-03-20 05:41:34 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
http://youtu.be/MWl2Zgd0Qpk
http://youtu.be/Q_Knzwe15PY
The Mills Brothers sing their hit "How'm I Doin', Hey, Hey".
From movie "Twenty Million Sweethearts" 1934
Back for another listen....
General Zod
2019-03-18 05:34:54 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
http://youtu.be/MWl2Zgd0Qpk
Good one...……...
Michael Pendragon
2019-03-18 12:30:31 UTC
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Post by General Zod
Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
http://youtu.be/MWl2Zgd0Qpk
Good one...……...
So you agree?

Looks like Will's been stingy with cigarettes and PBRs.
General Zod
2019-03-19 04:19:27 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by General Zod
Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
http://youtu.be/MWl2Zgd0Qpk
Good one...……...
So you agree
I found it amusing yes....

Why not?
General Zod
2019-03-24 21:48:25 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
http://youtu.be/MWl2Zgd0Qpk
You are one silly little man..............
Rex Hester Jr.
2019-07-10 23:35:18 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Count out the images 1, 2, 3, 4, and so on....

There and back again.....
Rex Hunter III
2019-07-16 23:39:10 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Count out the images 1, 2, 3, 4, and so on....

There and back again.....
Rod Riprock Jr.
2019-07-20 01:45:28 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by General Zod
Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
http://youtu.be/MWl2Zgd0Qpk
Good one...……...
So you agree
I found it amusing yes....

Why not?
Rod Riprock Jr.
2019-07-21 08:52:38 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
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Post by Will Dockery™
-Will Dockery
Count out the images 1, 2, 3, 4, and so on....

There and back again....
Rex Hunter Jr.
2019-08-14 23:44:13 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
http://youtu.be/MWl2Zgd0Qpk
You are a troll a stupid one at that.........
Zod
2019-09-29 07:00:59 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Count out the images 1, 2, 3, 4, and so on....

There and back again.... a montage.
Michael Pendragon
2019-09-29 15:29:16 UTC
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Post by Zod
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Count out the images 1, 2, 3, 4, and so on....
There and back again.... a montage.
For the 1006th time, even if one accepts your claim that the nouns in Will's poem are "images," they merely serve to describe the two scenes that the poem comprises.

If every poem that contains nouns is consequently to be taken as an example of "poetic montage," then every poem would be in "montage" form. This would render the terms "poetry" and "montage" interchangeable.

But "poetry" and "poetic montage" are not interchangeable. "Poetic montage" is a literary device that *some* poems utilize and that other poems do not.

"Summer Ghosts" is an example of "poetic montage." It lists a series of otherwise unrelated items which, when taken in juxtaposition to one another, form a shared concept that is only a latent potentiality in any of them when considered individually.


SUMMER GHOSTS

Night and day they follow me
Just outside my range of sight,
Shades of things that used to be
Singing to me all the night,
Singing of forgotten things
Childhood dreams and fairy wings
Hours lost in idle play
Loved ones who have 'gone away'
Slingshots, bottle caps and strings
Backyard picnics, tire swings
Snakes and turtles, dogs and cats
Scuffles, skinned knees, baseball bats
Skinny dipping, fishing holes,
Schoolyard buddies, football goals
Counting stars on moonlit nights
Paper airplanes, pillow fights
Tummy aches and runny nose
Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes
Mother's kisses, father's hugs
Butterflies and doodle bugs
Popcorn, peanuts, puddin' 'n' pie
Pink cloud-dragons in the sky
Pop guns, cap guns, coonskin hats
Black eyes, fistfights, tits for tats
Fire engines, freight train cars
Fireflies in Mason jars
Goldfish, hoagies, fake tattoos
Fourth of July barbeques
Cootie catchers, toadstools, ticks
Kickball, chicken, pickup sticks
Cub Scouts, campfires, weenie roasts
Scary stories, schoolyard boasts
Red light, green light, Simon said
Bears and prayers and off to bed.
All these memories, I keep
Dear as faded photographs,
When I close my eyes to sleep
When my son or daughter laughs
When the night wind sings to me
Of all the things that used to be.


"Apple Non-Tage," otoh, was, is and evermore shall be, two scenes and one transition in an orchard.
Will Dockery
2019-09-29 17:37:17 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
"poetry" and "poetic montage" are not interchangeable
Which is what makes my "Apple Montage" somewhat unique, of course.

;)
General Zod
2019-09-29 21:45:38 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
"poetry" and "poetic montage" are not interchangeable
Which is what makes my "Apple Montage" somewhat unique, of course.
;)
You nailed it Doc.................
Michael Pendragon
2019-09-29 22:37:15 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
"poetry" and "poetic montage" are not interchangeable
Which is what makes my "Apple Montage" somewhat unique, of course.
In that it uses both terms incorrectly? That's not unique -- that's just Dockery-speak.
High Number
2019-10-04 02:50:25 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
"poetry" and "poetic montage" are not interchangeable
Which is what makes my "Apple Montage" somewhat unique, of course.
;)
You nailed it Doc.....
General Zod
2019-10-09 08:08:40 UTC
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Live and let live. Don't take any wooden nickels.
Hello there Pastor Corey...
Will Dockery
2019-10-12 14:43:43 UTC
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[quote title=General-Zod wrote on Sat, 12 October 2019 14:36][quote title=Will Dockery wrote on Sun, 29 September 2019 23:20]There is no wrong to it.

The piece is my version of a montage in poetry form.

😉[/quote]
Apparently Nova BBS is having anther glitch, as these post do not seem to be going out to Usenet...?
[/quote]

It seems so...

I will be trying to post this exat message from there in a moment, so we can see how that works:

https://www.novabbs.com/index.php?t=msg&th=366029&start=0&
General Zod
2019-10-20 21:42:55 UTC
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Post by Hieronymous Corey
Live and let live. Don't take any wooden nickels.
Hello there Pastor Corey...
Will Dockery
2019-10-23 18:07:58 UTC
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Post by i***@gmail.com
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
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The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
:)
Very good.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Ilya.

;)
General Zod
2019-10-23 21:15:42 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by i***@gmail.com
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
:)
Very good.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Ilya.
;)
Not a problemo Doc..............
ME
2019-10-23 21:26:37 UTC
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Post by General Zod
Post by Will Dockery
Post by i***@gmail.com
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
:)
Very good.
——————
Post by General Zod
Post by Will Dockery
Thank you for reading and commenting, Ilya.
;)
Not a problemo Doc..............
———-
Why are you responding for ibish, zid?
General Zod
2019-10-23 21:29:39 UTC
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Post by ME
Post by General Zod
Post by Will Dockery
Post by i***@gmail.com
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
:)
Very good.
——————
Post by General Zod
Post by Will Dockery
Thank you for reading and commenting, Ilya.
;)
Not a problemo Doc..............
———-
Why are you responding for ibish, zid?
I was in a rush and hit the wrong thread to respond........

Okay with you....?

General Zod
2019-03-17 21:40:48 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
Your all time classic best Doc.......
Will Dockery
2019-10-12 14:56:52 UTC
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[quote title=General-Zod wrote on Sat, 12 October 2019 14:36][quote title=Will Dockery wrote on Sun, 29 September 2019 23:20]There is no wrong to it.

The piece is my version of a montage in poetry form.

😉[/quote]
Apparently Nova BBS is having anther glitch, as these post do not seem to be going out to Usenet...?
[/quote]

It seems so...

I will be trying to post this exact message from there in a moment, so we can see how that works:

https://www.novabbs.com/index.php?t=msg&th=366029&start=0&
Z***@none.i2p
2019-10-12 19:50:25 UTC
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Will Dockery wrote on Sat, 12 October 2019 14:56
Post by Will Dockery
General-Zod wrote on Sat, 12 October 2019 14:36
Post by G***@none.i2p
Will Dockery wrote on Sun, 29 September 2019 23:20
Post by Will Dockery
There is no wrong to it.
The piece is my version of a montage in poetry form.
😉
Apparently Nova BBS is having anther glitch, as these post do not seem to be going out to Usenet...?
It seems so...
https://www.novabbs.com/index.php?t=msg&th=366029&start=0&
Nova BBS seems to be working fine, now...
G***@none.i2p
2019-10-13 15:12:40 UTC
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novaBBS seems back on track today:

https://www.novabbs.com/index.php?t=msg&th=366029&start=40&
Will Dockery
2019-10-13 21:21:33 UTC
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Post by G***@none.i2p
https://www.novabbs.com/index.php?t=msg&th=366029&start=40&
Yes, the posts seem to be rolling in well today...
Will Dockery™
2019-03-18 02:42:10 UTC
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Thanks, Pendragon... The Mills Brothers were pretty cool.
General Zod
2019-03-23 21:42:37 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
Good to have this poem on easy access... short thread....
Will Dockery™
2019-03-24 22:21:33 UTC
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Right on, Brother Zod, right on...
General Zod
2019-03-25 21:44:44 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Right on, Brother Zod, right on...


Off to Possum Trot we go...
Zod
2019-05-25 08:52:06 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Truly a montage in poetry form.....
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-25 18:04:26 UTC
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Post by Zod
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Truly a montage in poetry form.....
If it truly were, you and/or Whiny Willie should have been able to point out an example of montage in it; or, since you idiotically claim that "the entire poem is a montage," you should be able to set it into the form of a shooting script detailing a montage of images.

You can't. Whiny Willie can't. No one can because the montage isn't there.

No stamp your foot like Whiny Willie, and say "Is too! Is too!" another time.
Will Dockery
2019-05-25 18:57:55 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
you should be able to set it into the form of a shooting script detailing a montage of images
This should already be done by the reader, who could/should visualize what is happening in the poem.
Michael Pendragon
2019-05-25 19:38:09 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
you should be able to set it into the form of a shooting script detailing a montage of images
This should already be done by the reader, who could/should visualize what is happening in the poem.
The reader cannot visualize what isn't there.

I have repeatedly told you that I see no montage in your poem. PJR, Jim, ME, Corey and others have told you that they see no montage in your poem.

How many people need to point out that the emperor is parading through the town in the buff, before he realizes it and puts on some clothes?
ME
2019-05-25 19:57:42 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery
Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
you should be able to set it into the form of a shooting script detailing a montage of images
This should already be done by the reader, who could/should visualize what is happening in the poem.
The reader cannot visualize what isn't there.
I have repeatedly told you that I see no montage in your poem. PJR, Jim, ME, Corey and others have told you that they see no montage in your poem.
How many people need to point out that the emperor is parading through the town in the buff, before he realizes it and puts on some clothes?
Michael what a perfect analogy of pissbum!
Will Dockery
2019-05-25 20:16:47 UTC
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So you don't see the montage.

I doubt I can make you see what you refuse to see.

😉
Hieronymous Corey
2019-05-25 20:38:39 UTC
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I certainly can't see what isn't there.
Will Dockery
2019-05-25 20:43:23 UTC
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If you can't see it that means you missed it, it went over your head, so to speak.
ME
2019-05-25 20:52:48 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
If you can't see it that means you missed it, it went over your head, so to speak.
Then it went over almost every ones head here.
Only your ‘tailors’ seem to see it.
But keep strutting around pissbum for our amusement!
Hieronymous Corey
2019-05-25 20:56:58 UTC
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Okay. Whatever you say.
You're too smart for me.
I'm not here to argue with
you about your poem. I
can only attest to what I
see and don't see in it,
and you can either appreciate
and respect my and others
perspective, or you can't.
Zod
2019-05-25 21:35:57 UTC
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Relax and read the poem without prejudice.............
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
See the montage effect yet...?? ?

It is easy if you try....

As John Lennon put it..............
Hieronymous Corey
2019-05-25 22:03:25 UTC
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Okay, so I did as you asked, I relaxed and read it without prejudice,
and am more convinced than ever that it contains no montage effect.
ME
2019-05-25 23:28:40 UTC
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Post by Hieronymous Corey
Okay, so I did as you asked, I relaxed and read it without prejudice,
and am more convinced than ever that it contains no montage effect.
You would need to look at it through the ‘eyes’ of his tailor-trolls, not to be confused with his trailer-trolls.
ME
2019-05-25 22:44:00 UTC
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Post by Zod
Relax and read the poem without prejudice.............
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
See the montage effect yet...?? ?
It is easy if you try....
As John Lennon put it..............
.........
....
.........
Will Dockery
2019-05-25 22:09:43 UTC
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You're a funny guy pastor Corey.....
Zod
2019-05-25 23:09:34 UTC
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Okay....

To each his own and all that.....
Hieronymous Corey
2019-05-25 23:18:53 UTC
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Live and let live. Don't take any wooden nickels.
Rod Riprock Jr.
2019-07-21 21:28:31 UTC
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Post by Hieronymous Corey
Live and let live. Don't take any wooden nickels.
Indeed... thou hast nailed it Pastor Corey....
Perry Winkle
2019-10-03 10:14:17 UTC
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Post by Hieronymous Corey
Live and let live. Don't take any wooden nickels.
Hello there Pastor Corey....
Zod
2019-05-25 23:24:51 UTC
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That too, and I hope that you learn to spot a montage someday soon, Pastor Corey.
Hieronymous Corey
2019-05-25 23:30:48 UTC
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We live in hope, and pray for the best.
Zod
2019-05-25 23:35:11 UTC
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It's only lines on paper, as Robert Crumb said....
Zod
2019-05-26 03:01:05 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Count out the images 1, 2, 3, 4, and so on....

There and back again.....
Will Dockery
2019-07-05 20:17:44 UTC
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Post by Zod
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Count out the images 1, 2, 3, 4, and so on....
There and back again.....
Exactly, as simple as that, Rex H.

:)
Michael Pendragon
2019-07-05 20:51:34 UTC
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Post by Zod
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
Count out the images 1, 2, 3, 4, and so on....
There and back again.....
0 (zero).

It's two scenes and a transition.
Will Dockery
2019-07-05 20:55:39 UTC
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As usual, your count is off, Pendragon.

:)
Rex Hester Jr.
2019-07-05 21:27:35 UTC
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Try again Pendragon.....
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
1.....
Post by Will Dockery™
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
2....
Post by Will Dockery™
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
that makes 3 scenes... or images...
Post by Will Dockery™
There were several
of those trees
4th scenes in the montage.....
Post by Will Dockery™
and other trees
behind them
5th scene as the "camera" backs up...
Post by Will Dockery™
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Bam... 6th scene is a big Vista Vision shot.......
Post by Will Dockery™
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
7th scene... montage of crowd....
Post by Will Dockery™
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
8th scene close up of the two men.....
Post by Will Dockery™
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
9th scene.... zoom into the view in the pot...

Such as...

Loading Image...

Only with apples cooking in the image....
Post by Will Dockery™
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
10th scene in the montage....
Post by Will Dockery™
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
11th scene.....
Post by Will Dockery™
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
"Misty" steam swirl effect... montage style... #12 scene...
Post by Will Dockery™
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
Scene 13 with Doc and Jenny......
Post by Will Dockery™
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
:)
There you have it...
Will Dockery
2019-07-06 01:07:10 UTC
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Post by Rex Hester Jr.
Try again Pendragon.....
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
1.....
Post by Will Dockery™
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
2....
Post by Will Dockery™
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
that makes 3 scenes... or images...
Post by Will Dockery™
There were several
of those trees
4th scenes in the montage.....
Post by Will Dockery™
and other trees
behind them
5th scene as the "camera" backs up...
Post by Will Dockery™
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Bam... 6th scene is a big Vista Vision shot.......
Post by Will Dockery™
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
7th scene... montage of crowd....
Post by Will Dockery™
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
8th scene close up of the two men.....
Post by Will Dockery™
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
9th scene.... zoom into the view in the pot...
Such as...
http://www.jpost.com/sites/default/files/BloggersImages/822%5C/image/goat_head_soup_alt.jpg
Only with apples cooking in the image....
Post by Will Dockery™
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
10th scene in the montage....
Post by Will Dockery™
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
11th scene.....
Post by Will Dockery™
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
"Misty" steam swirl effect... montage style... #12 scene...
Post by Will Dockery™
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
Scene 13 with Doc and Jenny......
Post by Will Dockery™
-Will Dockery
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The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
:)
There you have it...
Excellent, you nailed it, Rex H.

😉
Michael Pendragon
2019-07-06 01:29:45 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by Rex Hester Jr.
Try again Pendragon.....
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
1.....
Post by Will Dockery™
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
2....
Post by Will Dockery™
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
that makes 3 scenes... or images...
Post by Will Dockery™
There were several
of those trees
4th scenes in the montage.....
Post by Will Dockery™
and other trees
behind them
5th scene as the "camera" backs up...
Post by Will Dockery™
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Bam... 6th scene is a big Vista Vision shot.......
Post by Will Dockery™
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
7th scene... montage of crowd....
Post by Will Dockery™
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
8th scene close up of the two men.....
Post by Will Dockery™
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
9th scene.... zoom into the view in the pot...
Such as...
http://www.jpost.com/sites/default/files/BloggersImages/822%5C/image/goat_head_soup_alt.jpg
Only with apples cooking in the image....
Post by Will Dockery™
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
10th scene in the montage....
Post by Will Dockery™
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
11th scene.....
Post by Will Dockery™
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
"Misty" steam swirl effect... montage style... #12 scene...
Post by Will Dockery™
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
Scene 13 with Doc and Jenny......
Post by Will Dockery™
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
:)
There you have it...
Excellent, you nailed it, Rex H.
We can now officially add "scene" to the ever-growing list of words and phrases Will Dockery refuses to understand.
Will Dockery
2019-07-06 01:38:39 UTC
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Rex just listed about thirteen scenes in Apple Montage, Pendragon.

:)
Michael Pendragon
2019-07-06 01:46:15 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Rex just listed about thirteen scenes in Apple Montage, Pendragon.
No, Will. He really didn't.
Will Dockery
2019-07-06 01:58:25 UTC
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Yes he did.

You just don't accept the fact, just like you you didn't accept that the poem is a montage.

:)
Michael Pendragon
2019-07-06 02:33:00 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Yes he did.
You just don't accept the fact, just like you you didn't accept that the poem is a montage.
Earlier tonight I was convinced that Lady Bunny was even stupider than you.

I was mistaken.
Will Dockery
2019-07-06 02:44:29 UTC
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What do I care what an ignorant troll like you thinks, Pendragon?

😉
Michael Pendragon
2019-07-06 02:54:33 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
What do I care what an ignorant troll like you thinks, Pendragon?
You obviously don't care what anyone thinks.

Twenty years ago, someone made the mistake of telling you that you were not a poet, and you're going to spend the rest of your "proving" them wrong by stamping your foot and whining "Am so! Am so!"
Rex Hester Jr.
2019-07-06 03:29:33 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery
What do I care what an ignorant troll like you thinks, Pendragon?
You obviously don't care what
You are a troll...

What does it matter what a troll pretends to think...?? ?
Rex Hester Jr.
2019-07-10 04:42:27 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery
What do I care what an ignorant troll like you thinks, Pendragon?
You obviously don't care what
You are a troll...

What does it matter what a troll pretends to think...?? ?
Rex Hester Jr.
2019-07-14 02:35:27 UTC
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Right on

Last word
Rex Hunter III
2019-07-14 22:09:29 UTC
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Last word should be montage effect in poetry form.
Rod Riprock Jr.
2019-07-21 05:07:14 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
:)
It is a montage in poetry form of course....

Ha ha ha...
Will Dockery
2019-08-11 11:40:22 UTC
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Post by Rod Riprock Jr.
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
:)
It is a montage in poetry form of course....
Ha ha ha...
Indeed it is... glad we could finally establish that.

;)
Zod
2019-09-30 07:10:55 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by Rod Riprock Jr.
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
:)
It is a montage in poetry form of course....
Ha ha ha...
Indeed it is... glad we could finally establish that.
;)
Richton...………..
Rex Hunter Jr.
2019-08-12 03:27:25 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
:)
Quite obviously a montage in poetry form....
Will Dockery
2019-09-29 23:20:23 UTC
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There is no wrong to it.

The piece is my version of a montage in poetry form.

😉
Michael Pendragon
2019-09-30 03:43:45 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
There is no wrong to it.
The piece is my version of a montage in poetry form.
You can't make your own version of poetic montage any more than you can reinvent alliteration, metaphor or onomatopoeia. It's a specific literary device. "Summer Ghosts" is a prime example (as, I'm sure that even you can see); "Apple Non-Tage" is two-scenes-with-transition in an orchard.

The fact that it isn't a poetic montage in no way diminishes the value of your work. It just makes the title appear to be somewhat inappropriate to the work; and its author appear to be a little... slow.
Will Dockery
2019-09-30 04:51:17 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
You can't make your own version of poetic montage
I just did, though.

;)
Michael Pendragon
2019-09-30 12:56:58 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by Michael Pendragon
You can't make your own version of poetic montage
I just did, though.
Think what you like, Will.

But to all the readers who aren't aware of your unique approach to language, you're just going to come across as... slow.
Will Dockery
2019-09-30 20:39:00 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery
Post by Michael Pendragon
You can't make your own version of poetic montage
I just did, though.
Think what you like, Will.
I always have and always will think for myself.

;)
Michael Pendragon
2019-09-30 20:45:44 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery
Post by Michael Pendragon
You can't make your own version of poetic montage
I just did, though.
Think what you like, Will.
I always have and always will think for myself.
No, you haven't. I doubt you've ever had an honest to goodness thought your entire life.

For instance, if you took the time to think before firing off another of your idiotic posts, you might (just might) not end up looking like the world's biggest fool.
Will Dockery
2019-09-30 22:52:44 UTC
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Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery
Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery
Post by Michael Pendragon
You can't make your own version of poetic montage
I just did, though.
Think what you like, Will.
I always have and always will think for myself.
No, you haven't
Bullshit, my friend.

;)
Zod
2019-09-30 23:28:43 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery
Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery
Post by Michael Pendragon
You can't make your own version of poetic montage
I just did, though.
Think what you like, Will.
I always have and always will think for myself.
No, you haven't
Bullshit, my friend.
;)
Pendragon is full of shit... ... which is probably why his upper lip smells like it does.....
High Number
2019-10-03 04:56:06 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery
Post by Michael Pendragon
Post by Will Dockery
Post by Michael Pendragon
You can't make your own version of poetic montage
I just did, though.
Think what you like, Will.
I always have and always will think for myself.
No, you haven't
Bullshit, my friend.
;)
Pendragon is filled to the brim with bull shit...………….
G***@none.i2p
2019-10-05 12:47:37 UTC
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Will Dockery wrote on Sun, 29 September 2019 23:20
Post by Will Dockery
There is no wrong to it.
The piece is my version of a montage in poetry form.
😉
Seems simple to understand............
Z***@none.i2p
2019-10-09 16:11:45 UTC
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Will Dockery wrote on Sun, 29 September 2019 23:20
Post by Will Dockery
There is no wrong to it.
The piece is my version of a montage in poetry form.
😉
That's the simple fact of the matter, indeed.....
Z***@none.i2p
2019-10-13 22:03:22 UTC
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So far ..... so good.......
Z***@none.i2p
2019-10-23 04:08:09 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
* * * * * and more trees beyond those trees.
Post by Will Dockery™
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
Really? Have you read anything by Spenser?
How many Beat poets have you read?
Ten pages of Kerouac, I remember that.
What I've read has no bearing
Sure it does, if you haven't read the classics of modern poetry......
Zod
2019-09-30 07:11:57 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
:)
Greatsong…………..
Will Dockery
2019-10-06 04:35:14 UTC
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I know, right?

;)
i***@gmail.com
2019-10-23 06:48:06 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
:)
Very good.
Will Dockery
2019-10-23 13:19:34 UTC
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Post by i***@gmail.com
Post by Will Dockery™
Apple Montage
Sneaking around
with Cousin Jenny,
smoking menthol
beyond the sheds.
Late summer vacation 1973
in the backwoods of Tennessee.
To the right
behind the barn
were apple trees.
There were several
of those trees
and other trees
behind them
beyond a field
and behind them, other trees.
Later, I stood near
as a crowd
watched Pops and my Uncle
cooking apple butter;
stirring the brown gunk,
boiling in a huge black kettle.
I saw my father
secretly pass
a wine bottle
to my Uncle Clarence.
I went from
breathing cold mist
out back behind the barn,
to breathing
the hot misty steam.
The air smelled of apple fumes
and strong booze.
-Will Dockery
--------------------------------------------
The other thread for this poem is getting so long I want to start a new one specifically for discussion of the poem, which continues.
http://alt.arts.poetry.comments.narkive.com/cEgduQLs/apple-montage-will-dockery-ping-george
:)
Very good.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Ilya.

;)
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