On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 9:06:15 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:52:48 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > Spam-I-Am wrote:
> >
> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > >> > >
> > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >> > >
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > >> > [...]
> > >> > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> > >> > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> > >> > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have.....?
> > >> That's big news, if true.
> > >> > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K. that we already have...?
> >
> > > If true?
> >
> > Yes, if Robert's friend actually has an unpublished Jack Kerouac manuscript.
> You really shouldn't waste what little time you have left attempting to troll me.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:31:24 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 9:06:15 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:52:48 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > >
> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > >> > >
> > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > >> > >
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > > >> > [...]
> > > >> > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> > > >> > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> > > >> > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have....?
> > > >> That's big news, if true.
> > > >> > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K. that we already have...?
> > >
> > > > If true?
> > >
> > > Yes, if Robert's friend actually has an unpublished Jack Kerouac manuscript.
> > You really shouldn't waste what little time you have left attempting to troll me.
> A Jack Kerouac manuscript that's unpublished is an interesting topic, not at all something to troll about.
>
> HTH and HAND.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:42:24 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:31:24 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 9:06:15 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:52:48 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > >
> > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > > > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > >> > >
> > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > >> > >
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > > > >> > [...]
> > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> > > > >> > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> > > > >> > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have....?
> > > > >> That's big news, if true.
> > > > >> > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K. that we already have...?
> > > >
> > > > > If true?
> > > >
> > > > Yes, if Robert's friend actually has an unpublished Jack Kerouac manuscript.
> > > You really shouldn't waste what little time you have left attempting to troll me.
> > A Jack Kerouac manuscript that's unpublished is an interesting topic, not at all something to troll about.
> >
> > HTH and HAND.
> I've never read it, so I don't have anything interesting to say about it.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 12:56:23 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:42:24 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:31:24 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 9:06:15 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:52:48 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > >
> > > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > > > > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > > > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > >> > >
> > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > > >> > >
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > > > > >> > [...]
> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> > > > > >> > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> > > > > >> > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have....?
> > > > > >> That's big news, if true.
> > > > > >> > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K.. that we already have...?
> > > > >
> > > > > > If true?
> > > > >
> > > > > Yes, if Robert's friend actually has an unpublished Jack Kerouac manuscript.
> > > > You really shouldn't waste what little time you have left attempting to troll me.
> > > A Jack Kerouac manuscript that's unpublished is an interesting topic, not at all something to troll about.
> > >
> > > HTH and HAND.
> > I've never read it, so I don't have anything interesting to say about it.
> You were never even told anything about it?
I'm not going to discuss it with you, Will.

Robert Burrows wrote:

> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 12:56:23 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:42:24 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
>> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:31:24 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 9:06:15 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
>> > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:52:48 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> > > > > Spam-I-Am wrote:
>> > > > >
>> > > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> > > > > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
>> > > > > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
>> > > > > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> > > > > >> > >
>> > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>> > > > > >> > >
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
>> > > > > >> > [...]
>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
>> > > > > >> > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
>> > > > > >> > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have....?
>> > > > > >> That's big news, if true.
>> > > > > >> > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K.. that we already have...?
>> > > > >
>> > > > > > If true?
>> > > > >
>> > > > > Yes, if Robert's friend actually has an unpublished Jack Kerouac manuscript.
>> > > > You really shouldn't waste what little time you have left attempting to troll me.
>> > > A Jack Kerouac manuscript that's unpublished is an interesting topic, not at all something to troll about.
>> > >
>> > > HTH and HAND.
>> > I've never read it, so I don't have anything interesting to say about it.
>> You were never even told anything about it?
> I'm not going to discuss it with you, Will.

Will Dockery wrote:
> Robert Burrows wrote:
>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 12:56:23 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George Dance wrote:
>
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
>>> > > > > >> > [...]
>>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:34:36 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:14:24 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:23:51 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:49:37 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>
> > > > Sure, Pendragon, Robert mentioned this Jack Kerouac scholar that he said he knows, so of course I and other members of the group would like to know more about the person.
> > > >
> > > > HTH and HAND.
> > > What do you want to know, Will?
> >
> > Say, a title or some idea of the content.
> >
> > The year Jack Kerouac supposedly wrote alleged unpublished manuscript would also be interesting to know.
> >
> > For starters.
> I suppose it could be his ‘The Memory Babe’ workbook that he
> wrote in April of 1958, while living in Northport, Long Island.

If it is the same "Memory Babe", it has now been published:

"Memory Babe": A wonderful addition to Jack Kerouac's "Lowell books"

https://thedailybeatblog.blogspot.com/2016/10/memory-babe-wonderful-addition-to-jack.html

***************Recently published, The Unknown Kerouac: Rare, Unpublished, & Newly Translated Writings, features a 53-page piece titled "Memory Babe."* The piece is from a 20-foot long scroll and a revised 22-page typescript from that scroll of a work that Kerouac began in earnest soon after On the Road was published in 1957 but, after periodically working on it along with the The Dharma Bums (1958), abandoned the effort to focus on other works such as Lonesome Traveler (1960). The story takes place when Kerouac was "not yet 14 years old" on the two days before Christmas in Lowell (according to my math, that would be 1935).******************************

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 3:32:01 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:34:36 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 5:14:24 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:23:51 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:49:37 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >
> > > > > Sure, Pendragon, Robert mentioned this Jack Kerouac scholar that he said he knows, so of course I and other members of the group would like to know more about the person.
> > > > >
> > > > > HTH and HAND.
> > > > What do you want to know, Will?
> > >
> > > Say, a title or some idea of the content.
> > >
> > > The year Jack Kerouac supposedly wrote alleged unpublished manuscript would also be interesting to know.
> > >
> > > For starters.
> > I suppose it could be his ‘The Memory Babe’ workbook that he
> > wrote in April of 1958, while living in Northport, Long Island.
> If it is the same "Memory Babe", it has now been published:
>
> "Memory Babe": A wonderful addition to Jack Kerouac's "Lowell books"
>
> https://thedailybeatblog.blogspot.com/2016/10/memory-babe-wonderful-addition-to-jack.html
>
> ***************Recently published, The Unknown Kerouac: Rare, Unpublished, & Newly Translated Writings, features a 53-page piece titled "Memory Babe."* The piece is from a 20-foot long scroll and a revised 22-page typescript from that scroll of a work that Kerouac began in earnest soon after On the Road was published in 1957 but, after periodically working on it along with the The Dharma Bums (1958), abandoned the effort to focus on other works such as Lonesome Traveler (1960). The story takes place when Kerouac was "not yet 14 years old" on the two days before Christmas in Lowell (according to my math, that would be 1935).******************************

Great find, Zod.

Spam-I-Am wrote:

> On Sunday, November 27, 2022 at 10:07:46 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> On Sunday, November 27, 2022 at 9:55:56 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
>> > On Sunday, November 27, 2022 at 9:32:22 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>
>> > > > > > > The mistake Karla Rogers wrote about that applies here.
>> > > > > > >
>> > > > > > > I don't think I have to repeat it.
>> > > > > > Okay, if you say so. Thanks for your input. Have a nice day. Go team.
>> > > > > Have a nice day, Corey.
>> > > > >
>> > > >
>> > > > Yes, of course. That’s nice of you to say.
>> > > > I plan to, because that’s just my way,
>> > > > when someone says to have a nice day,
>> > > > I do. Right now, I’m watching two teams play
>> > > > on a football pitch, far, far away,
>> > > > and when I say far, I mean Qatar.
>> > > I saw you mention that you are watching the World Cup.
>> > Go team.
>> I saw about thirty seconds of the UGA vs Georgia Tech game yesterday, looked like everyone was having fun.

> Well, there you go. Go team. Go sports.

Primetime Win Over Patriots! | Buffalo Bills
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_B0kupuITzU

General-Zod wrote:

> Spam-I-Am wrote:

>> On Sunday, November 27, 2022 at 10:07:46 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>> On Sunday, November 27, 2022 at 9:55:56 AM UTC-5, Spam-I-Am wrote:
>>> > On Sunday, November 27, 2022 at 9:32:22 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>> > > > > > > The mistake Karla Rogers wrote about that applies here.
>>> > > > > > >
>>> > > > > > > I don't think I have to repeat it.
>>> > > > > > Okay, if you say so. Thanks for your input. Have a nice day. Go team.
>>> > > > > Have a nice day, Corey.
>>> > > > >
>>> > > >
>>> > > > Yes, of course. That’s nice of you to say.
>>> > > > I plan to, because that’s just my way,
>>> > > > when someone says to have a nice day,
>>> > > > I do. Right now, I’m watching two teams play
>>> > > > on a football pitch, far, far away,
>>> > > > and when I say far, I mean Qatar.
>>> > > I saw you mention that you are watching the World Cup.
>>> > Go team.
>>> I saw about thirty seconds of the UGA vs Georgia Tech game yesterday, looked like everyone was having fun.

>> Well, there you go. Go team. Go sports.

> Primetime Win Over Patriots! | Buffalo Bills
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_B0kupuITzU

The Bills seem to be doing pretty good this year.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 9:47:33 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
> > Robert Burrows wrote:
> >> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 12:56:23 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >>>>>>>>>>>>>> George Dance wrote:
> >
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> >>> > > > > >> > [...]
> >>> > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> >>> > > A Jack Kerouac manuscript that's unpublished is an interesting topic, not at all something to troll about.
> >>> > >
> >>> > > HTH and HAND.
> >>> > I've never read it, so I don't have anything interesting to say about it.
> >>> You were never even told anything about it?
> >> I'm not going to discuss it with you, Will.
>
> > Okay, you've got me interested, so I'll see what I can find out about it.
> Here is a good one, new to me:
>
> Exclusive: Read This Never-Before-Seen Essay by Jack Kerouac
>
> https://www.esquire.com/entertainment/books/a48931/jack-kerouac-the-unknown-kerouac-excerpt/
>
> ***************excerpted from The Unknown Kerouac: Rare, Unpublished, and Newly Translated Writings. The Library of America-published collection, out today, includes previously unpublished work—two of which originally written in French—that give an early glimpse at the man who would go on to become one of America's most iconic novelists, thinkers, and cultural heroes.*******************

George Dance wrote:
> On 2022-11-26 4:02 p.m., Zod wrote:
> > On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>
> >> My Father's House
> >>
> >> This is my father's house, although
> >> The man died thirteen years ago.
> >> They said it would be quite all right
> >> To take a drive to see it now.
> >>
> >> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> >> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> >> Toiling after each full day's work.
> >> I helped, though I was only six.
> >>
> >> Look, here's the back door I would use
> >> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> >> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> >> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> >>
> >> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> >> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> >> To be so many other places.
> >> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> >>
> >> Outside, the garden that he grew
> >> Where I would work the summers through,
> >> While watching my friends run and play
> >> Mysterious games I never knew.
> >>
> >> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> >> The one chair I was let to sit?
> >> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> >> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> >>
> >> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> >> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> >> After the meal, to make no noise,
> >> To read or play alone, and then
> >>
> >> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> >> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> >> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> >> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> >>
> >> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> >> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> >> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> >> Its flames would light up all the air.
> >>
> >> ~~
> >> George J. Dance
> >> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> >
> > Read twice, outstanding work of poetry....!
> Thanks, Zod. It's a poem I'm proud of. I wrote the first draft quickly,
> but I spent several years tweaking it before it went into a book.
>
> The big revision here is the rewrite to L2. In the original discussion,
> one of the people trying to cut it to shreds was a poet, and amongst her
> complaints she had a criticism I thought valid: it's not clear that the
> speaker is the child of the poem now grown up. And I think realizing tht
> is essential to appreciating the thing. Having the father been dead for
> over a decade makes that much clearer.
>
> As well, it makes certain things more ambiguous, and I think that's a
> plus as well. By taking out the old L2, it's no longer clear whether the
> house this guy is walking around in is abandoned, or still lived in.
> It's also unclear who "they" are; my hidden idea was that the speaker
> was under psychiatric care, ant "they" were the ones looking after him,
> but I wanted to keep that hidden.

Cool... cool...

On 2022-12-04 3:41 p.m., Zod wrote:
> George Dance wrote:
>> On 2022-11-26 4:02 p.m., Zod wrote:
>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>>
>>>> My Father's House
>>>>
>>>> This is my father's house, although
>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
>>>> They said it would be quite all right
>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
>>>>
>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
>>>>
>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
>>>>
>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
>>>> To be so many other places.
>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
>>>>
>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
>>>> While watching my friends run and play
>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
>>>>
>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
>>>>
>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
>>>> To read or play alone, and then
>>>>
>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
>>>>
>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
>>>>
>>>> ~~
>>>> George J. Dance
>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
>>>
>>> Read twice, outstanding work of poetry....!
>> Thanks, Zod. It's a poem I'm proud of. I wrote the first draft quickly,
>> but I spent several years tweaking it before it went into a book.
>>
>> The big revision here is the rewrite to L2. In the original discussion,
>> one of the people trying to cut it to shreds was a poet, and amongst her
>> complaints she had a criticism I thought valid: it's not clear that the
>> speaker is the child of the poem now grown up. And I think realizing tht
>> is essential to appreciating the thing. Having the father been dead for
>> over a decade makes that much clearer.
>>
>> As well, it makes certain things more ambiguous, and I think that's a
>> plus as well. By taking out the old L2, it's no longer clear whether the
>> house this guy is walking around in is abandoned, or still lived in.
>> It's also unclear who "they" are; my hidden idea was that the speaker
>> was under psychiatric care, ant "they" were the ones looking after him,
>> but I wanted to keep that hidden.
>
> Cool... cool...

It's interesting; writing the first draft (which is most of the finished
poem) took 15 or 20 minutes; but I've made little tweaks that improved
it. One I thought of tonight, when I reread it, was how one person,
Karla I think, complained about two uses of "oh" in the last stanza,
which she said were just padding to fit the meter. Dennis Hammes advised
me to add "oh" in some earlier stanzas, which would make it "voice" - so
I did. I do have to agree that Dennis was right. The interjections don't
stick out at all; after hearing the speaker talk like that throughout
the poem, the reader can just accept them as how he talks.

George J. Dance wrote:

> On 2022-12-04 3:41 p.m., Zod wrote:
>> George Dance wrote:
>>> On 2022-11-26 4:02 p.m., Zod wrote:
>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>>>
>>>>> My Father's House
>>>>>
>>>>> This is my father's house, although
>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
>>>>>
>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
>>>>>
>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
>>>>>
>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
>>>>> To be so many other places.
>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
>>>>>
>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
>>>>>
>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
>>>>>
>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
>>>>>
>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
>>>>>
>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
>>>>>
>>>>> ~~
>>>>> George J. Dance
>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
>>>>
>>>> Read twice, outstanding work of poetry....!
>>> Thanks, Zod. It's a poem I'm proud of. I wrote the first draft quickly,
>>> but I spent several years tweaking it before it went into a book.
>>>
>>> The big revision here is the rewrite to L2. In the original discussion,
>>> one of the people trying to cut it to shreds was a poet, and amongst her
>>> complaints she had a criticism I thought valid: it's not clear that the
>>> speaker is the child of the poem now grown up. And I think realizing tht
>>> is essential to appreciating the thing. Having the father been dead for
>>> over a decade makes that much clearer.
>>>
>>> As well, it makes certain things more ambiguous, and I think that's a
>>> plus as well. By taking out the old L2, it's no longer clear whether the
>>> house this guy is walking around in is abandoned, or still lived in.
>>> It's also unclear who "they" are; my hidden idea was that the speaker
>>> was under psychiatric care, ant "they" were the ones looking after him,
>>> but I wanted to keep that hidden.
>>
>> Cool... cool...

> It's interesting; writing the first draft (which is most of the finished
> poem) took 15 or 20 minutes; but I've made little tweaks that improved
> it. One I thought of tonight, when I reread it, was how one person,
> Karla I think, complained about two uses of "oh" in the last stanza,
> which she said were just padding to fit the meter. Dennis Hammes advised
> me to add "oh" in some earlier stanzas, which would make it "voice" - so
> I did. I do have to agree that Dennis was right. The interjections don't
> stick out at all; after hearing the speaker talk like that throughout
> the poem, the reader can just accept them as how he talks.

Dennis and Karla giving feedback, that
goes back a ways.

Interesting evolution of this poem.

On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:01:16 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 12:56:23 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:42:24 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:31:24 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 9:06:15 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:52:48 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > > >
> > > > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > > > > > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > > > > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > >> > >
> > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > > > >> > >
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > > > > > >> > [...]
> > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> > > > > > >> > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> > > > > > >> > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have....?
> > > > > > >> That's big news, if true.
> > > > > > >> > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J..K. that we already have...?
> > > > > >
> > > > > > > If true?
> > > > > >
> > > > > > Yes, if Robert's friend actually has an unpublished Jack Kerouac manuscript.
> > > > > You really shouldn't waste what little time you have left attempting to troll me.
> > > > A Jack Kerouac manuscript that's unpublished is an interesting topic, not at all something to troll about.
> > > >
> > > > HTH and HAND.
> > > I've never read it, so I don't have anything interesting to say about it.
> > You were never even told anything about it?
> I'm not going to discuss it with you, Will.

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 8:34:34 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:01:16 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 12:56:23 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:42:24 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
> > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:31:24 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 9:06:15 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail..com wrote:
> > > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:52:48 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > Spam-I-Am wrote:
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > > > > > > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur....@gmail.com wrote:
> > > > > > > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > > > > > >> > >
> > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > > > > > > >> > >
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > > > > > > >> > [...]
> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
> > > > > > > >> > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
> > > > > > > >> > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have....?
> > > > > > > >> That's big news, if true.
> > > > > > > >> > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K. that we already have...?
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > > If true?
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Yes, if Robert's friend actually has an unpublished Jack Kerouac manuscript.
> > > > > > You really shouldn't waste what little time you have left attempting to troll me.
> > > > > A Jack Kerouac manuscript that's unpublished is an interesting topic, not at all something to troll about.
> > > > >
> > > > > HTH and HAND.
> > > > I've never read it, so I don't have anything interesting to say about it.
> > > You were never even told anything about it?
> > I'm not going to discuss it with you, Will.
> Too bad, I don't see many people here who seem to know enough about Jack Kerouac to add anything new to the lore.
>
> Even unpublished work from Jack Kerouac and the other Beat writers is less common these days.
>
> And so it goes.
As I told you earlier, since I haven't read the manuscript, I don't have anything to say about it. Maybe you'll find this article about Kerouac's centenary worthwhile.

Robert Burrows wrote:

> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 8:34:34 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:01:16 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
>> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 12:56:23 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:42:24 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
>> > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 11:31:24 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 9:06:15 AM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail..com wrote:
>> > > > > > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 8:52:48 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> > > > > > > Spam-I-Am wrote:
>> > > > > > >
>> > > > > > > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 7:26:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> > > > > > > >> On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 3:58:02 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
>> > > > > > > >> > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 4:44:18 AM UTC-5, rjbur....@gmail.com wrote:
>> > > > > > > >> > > On Friday, December 2, 2022 at 12:20:17 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> > > > > > > >> > >
>> > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>> > > > > > > >> > >
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
>> > > > > > > >> > [...]
>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
>> > > > > > > >> > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
>> > > > > > > >> > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have....?
>> > > > > > > >> That's big news, if true.
>> > > > > > > >> > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K. that we already have...?
>> > > > > > >
>> > > > > > > > If true?
>> > > > > > >
>> > > > > > > Yes, if Robert's friend actually has an unpublished Jack Kerouac manuscript.
>> > > > > > You really shouldn't waste what little time you have left attempting to troll me.
>> > > > > A Jack Kerouac manuscript that's unpublished is an interesting topic, not at all something to troll about.
>> > > > >
>> > > > > HTH and HAND.
>> > > > I've never read it, so I don't have anything interesting to say about it.
>> > > You were never even told anything about it?
>> > I'm not going to discuss it with you, Will.
>> Too bad, I don't see many people here who seem to know enough about Jack Kerouac to add anything new to the lore.
>>
>> Even unpublished work from Jack Kerouac and the other Beat writers is less common these days.
>>
>> And so it goes.
> As I told you earlier, since I haven't read the manuscript, I don't have anything to say about it. Maybe you'll find this article about Kerouac's centenary worthwhile.

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 6:06:34 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> On 2022-12-04 3:41 p.m., Zod wrote:
> > George Dance wrote:
> >> On 2022-11-26 4:02 p.m., Zod wrote:
> >>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >>
> >>>> My Father's House
> >>>>
> >>>> This is my father's house, although
> >>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> >>>> They said it would be quite all right
> >>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> >>>>
> >>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> >>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> >>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> >>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> >>>>
> >>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> >>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> >>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> >>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> >>>>
> >>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> >>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> >>>> To be so many other places.
> >>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> >>>>
> >>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> >>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> >>>> While watching my friends run and play
> >>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> >>>>
> >>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> >>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> >>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> >>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> >>>>
> >>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> >>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> >>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> >>>> To read or play alone, and then
> >>>>
> >>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> >>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> >>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> >>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> >>>>
> >>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> >>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> >>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> >>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> >>>>
> >>>> ~~
> >>>> George J. Dance
> >>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> >>>
> >>> Read twice, outstanding work of poetry....!
> >> Thanks, Zod. It's a poem I'm proud of. I wrote the first draft quickly,
> >> but I spent several years tweaking it before it went into a book.
> >>
> >> The big revision here is the rewrite to L2. In the original discussion,
> >> one of the people trying to cut it to shreds was a poet, and amongst her
> >> complaints she had a criticism I thought valid: it's not clear that the
> >> speaker is the child of the poem now grown up. And I think realizing tht
> >> is essential to appreciating the thing. Having the father been dead for
> >> over a decade makes that much clearer.
> >>
> >> As well, it makes certain things more ambiguous, and I think that's a
> >> plus as well. By taking out the old L2, it's no longer clear whether the
> >> house this guy is walking around in is abandoned, or still lived in.
> >> It's also unclear who "they" are; my hidden idea was that the speaker
> >> was under psychiatric care, ant "they" were the ones looking after him,
> >> but I wanted to keep that hidden.
> >
> > Cool... cool...
> It's interesting; writing the first draft (which is most of the finished
> poem) took 15 or 20 minutes; but I've made little tweaks that improved
> it. One I thought of tonight, when I reread it, was how one person,
> Karla I think, complained about two uses of "oh" in the last stanza,
> which she said were just padding to fit the meter. Dennis Hammes advised
> me to add "oh" in some earlier stanzas, which would make it "voice" - so
> I did. I do have to agree that Dennis was right. The interjections don't
> stick out at all; after hearing the speaker talk like that throughout
> the poem, the reader can just accept them as how he talks.

Regardless of how your rationalize them, they come across as filler.

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 6:06:34 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>> On 2022-12-04 3:41 p.m., Zod wrote:
>> > George Dance wrote:
>> >> On 2022-11-26 4:02 p.m., Zod wrote:
>> >>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>> >>
>> >>>> My Father's House
>> >>>>
>> >>>> This is my father's house, although
>> >>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
>> >>>> They said it would be quite all right
>> >>>> To take a drive to see it now.
>> >>>>
>> >>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
>> >>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
>> >>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
>> >>>> I helped, though I was only six.
>> >>>>
>> >>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
>> >>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
>> >>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
>> >>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
>> >>>>
>> >>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
>> >>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
>> >>>> To be so many other places.
>> >>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
>> >>>>
>> >>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
>> >>>> Where I would work the summers through,
>> >>>> While watching my friends run and play
>> >>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
>> >>>>
>> >>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
>> >>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
>> >>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
>> >>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
>> >>>>
>> >>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
>> >>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
>> >>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
>> >>>> To read or play alone, and then
>> >>>>
>> >>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
>> >>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
>> >>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
>> >>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
>> >>>>
>> >>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
>> >>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
>> >>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
>> >>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
>> >>>>
>> >>>> ~~
>> >>>> George J. Dance
>> >>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
>> >>>
>> >>> Read twice, outstanding work of poetry....!
>> >> Thanks, Zod. It's a poem I'm proud of. I wrote the first draft quickly,
>> >> but I spent several years tweaking it before it went into a book.
>> >>
>> >> The big revision here is the rewrite to L2. In the original discussion,
>> >> one of the people trying to cut it to shreds was a poet, and amongst her
>> >> complaints she had a criticism I thought valid: it's not clear that the
>> >> speaker is the child of the poem now grown up. And I think realizing tht
>> >> is essential to appreciating the thing. Having the father been dead for
>> >> over a decade makes that much clearer.
>> >>
>> >> As well, it makes certain things more ambiguous, and I think that's a
>> >> plus as well. By taking out the old L2, it's no longer clear whether the
>> >> house this guy is walking around in is abandoned, or still lived in.
>> >> It's also unclear who "they" are; my hidden idea was that the speaker
>> >> was under psychiatric care, ant "they" were the ones looking after him,
>> >> but I wanted to keep that hidden.
>> >
>> > Cool... cool...
>> It's interesting; writing the first draft (which is most of the finished
>> poem) took 15 or 20 minutes; but I've made little tweaks that improved
>> it. One I thought of tonight, when I reread it, was how one person,
>> Karla I think, complained about two uses of "oh" in the last stanza,
>> which she said were just padding to fit the meter. Dennis Hammes advised
>> me to add "oh" in some earlier stanzas, which would make it "voice" - so
>> I did. I do have to agree that Dennis was right. The interjections don't
>> stick out at all; after hearing the speaker talk like that throughout
>> the poem, the reader can just accept them as how he talks.

> Regardless of how

Troll much, Pendragon?

🙂

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 11:54:03 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>
> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 6:06:34 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> On 2022-12-04 3:41 p.m., Zod wrote:
> >> > George Dance wrote:
> >> >> On 2022-11-26 4:02 p.m., Zod wrote:
> >> >>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> >>
> >> >>>> My Father's House
> >> >>>>
> >> >>>> This is my father's house, although
> >> >>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> >> >>>> They said it would be quite all right
> >> >>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> >> >>>>
> >> >>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> >> >>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> >> >>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> >> >>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> >> >>>>
> >> >>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> >> >>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> >> >>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> >> >>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> >> >>>>
> >> >>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> >> >>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> >> >>>> To be so many other places.
> >> >>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> >> >>>>
> >> >>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> >> >>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> >> >>>> While watching my friends run and play
> >> >>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> >> >>>>
> >> >>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> >> >>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> >> >>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> >> >>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> >> >>>>
> >> >>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> >> >>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> >> >>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> >> >>>> To read or play alone, and then
> >> >>>>
> >> >>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> >> >>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> >> >>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> >> >>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> >> >>>>
> >> >>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> >> >>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> >> >>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> >> >>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> >> >>>>
> >> >>>> ~~
> >> >>>> George J. Dance
> >> >>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> >> >>>
> >> >>> Read twice, outstanding work of poetry....!
> >> >> Thanks, Zod. It's a poem I'm proud of. I wrote the first draft quickly,
> >> >> but I spent several years tweaking it before it went into a book.
> >> >>
> >> >> The big revision here is the rewrite to L2. In the original discussion,
> >> >> one of the people trying to cut it to shreds was a poet, and amongst her
> >> >> complaints she had a criticism I thought valid: it's not clear that the
> >> >> speaker is the child of the poem now grown up. And I think realizing tht
> >> >> is essential to appreciating the thing. Having the father been dead for
> >> >> over a decade makes that much clearer.
> >> >>
> >> >> As well, it makes certain things more ambiguous, and I think that's a
> >> >> plus as well. By taking out the old L2, it's no longer clear whether the
> >> >> house this guy is walking around in is abandoned, or still lived in..
> >> >> It's also unclear who "they" are; my hidden idea was that the speaker
> >> >> was under psychiatric care, ant "they" were the ones looking after him,
> >> >> but I wanted to keep that hidden.
> >> >
> >> > Cool... cool...
> >> It's interesting; writing the first draft (which is most of the finished
> >> poem) took 15 or 20 minutes; but I've made little tweaks that improved
> >> it. One I thought of tonight, when I reread it, was how one person,
> >> Karla I think, complained about two uses of "oh" in the last stanza,
> >> which she said were just padding to fit the meter. Dennis Hammes advised
> >> me to add "oh" in some earlier stanzas, which would make it "voice" - so
> >> I did. I do have to agree that Dennis was right. The interjections don't
> >> stick out at all; after hearing the speaker talk like that throughout
> >> the poem, the reader can just accept them as how he talks.
>
> > Regardless of how your rationalize them, they come across as filler.
> Troll much, Pendragon?

Constructive criticism is not trolling, Donkey.

George's "Oh"s serve no purpose in his poem other than to pad out the lines for metrical purposes.

That sort of padding is amateurish, and hurts what is already a severely flawed poem.

As previously noted, the light verse style is ill-suited to the subject matter, and the poem should be re-written as blank verse, free verse, or prose.. Assuming that George is not about to scrap and rewrite it at this point, cutting out some of the padding would, at least, make the poem's flaws less glaring.

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 11:54:03 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>>
>> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 6:06:34 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>> >> On 2022-12-04 3:41 p.m., Zod wrote:
>> >> > George Dance wrote:
>> >> >> On 2022-11-26 4:02 p.m., Zod wrote:
>> >> >>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
>> >> >>
>> >> >>>> My Father's House
>> >> >>>>
>> >> >>>> This is my father's house, although
>> >> >>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
>> >> >>>> They said it would be quite all right
>> >> >>>> To take a drive to see it now.
>> >> >>>>
>> >> >>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
>> >> >>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
>> >> >>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
>> >> >>>> I helped, though I was only six.
>> >> >>>>
>> >> >>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
>> >> >>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
>> >> >>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
>> >> >>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
>> >> >>>>
>> >> >>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
>> >> >>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
>> >> >>>> To be so many other places.
>> >> >>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
>> >> >>>>
>> >> >>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
>> >> >>>> Where I would work the summers through,
>> >> >>>> While watching my friends run and play
>> >> >>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
>> >> >>>>
>> >> >>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
>> >> >>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
>> >> >>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
>> >> >>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
>> >> >>>>
>> >> >>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
>> >> >>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
>> >> >>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
>> >> >>>> To read or play alone, and then
>> >> >>>>
>> >> >>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
>> >> >>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
>> >> >>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
>> >> >>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
>> >> >>>>
>> >> >>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
>> >> >>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
>> >> >>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
>> >> >>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
>> >> >>>>
>> >> >>>> ~~
>> >> >>>> George J. Dance
>> >> >>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
>> >> >>>
>> >> >>> Read twice, outstanding work of poetry....!
>> >> >> Thanks, Zod. It's a poem I'm proud of. I wrote the first draft quickly,
>> >> >> but I spent several years tweaking it before it went into a book.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> The big revision here is the rewrite to L2. In the original discussion,
>> >> >> one of the people trying to cut it to shreds was a poet, and amongst her
>> >> >> complaints she had a criticism I thought valid: it's not clear that the
>> >> >> speaker is the child of the poem now grown up. And I think realizing tht
>> >> >> is essential to appreciating the thing. Having the father been dead for
>> >> >> over a decade makes that much clearer.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> As well, it makes certain things more ambiguous, and I think that's a
>> >> >> plus as well. By taking out the old L2, it's no longer clear whether the
>> >> >> house this guy is walking around in is abandoned, or still lived in..
>> >> >> It's also unclear who "they" are; my hidden idea was that the speaker
>> >> >> was under psychiatric care, ant "they" were the ones looking after him,
>> >> >> but I wanted to keep that hidden.
>> >> >
>> >> > Cool... cool...
>> >> It's interesting; writing the first draft (which is most of the finished
>> >> poem) took 15 or 20 minutes; but I've made little tweaks that improved
>> >> it. One I thought of tonight, when I reread it, was how one person,
>> >> Karla I think, complained about two uses of "oh" in the last stanza,
>> >> which she said were just padding to fit the meter. Dennis Hammes advised
>> >> me to add "oh" in some earlier stanzas, which would make it "voice" - so
>> >> I did. I do have to agree that Dennis was right. The interjections don't
>> >> stick out at all; after hearing the speaker talk like that throughout
>> >> the poem, the reader can just accept them as how he talks.
>>
>> > Regardless of how your rationalize them, they come across as filler.
>> Troll much, Pendragon?

> Constructive criticism is not trolling

You've been trolling George Dance about this poem from the start, Pendragon.

HTH and HAND.

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 2:25:13 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> Michael Pendragon wrote:
>
> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 11:54:03 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> >> Michael Pendragon wrote:
> >>
> >> > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 6:06:34 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> >> On 2022-12-04 3:41 p.m., Zod wrote:
> >> >> > George Dance wrote:
> >> >> >> On 2022-11-26 4:02 p.m., Zod wrote:
> >> >> >>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> >> >> >>
> >> >> >>>> My Father's House
> >> >> >>>>
> >> >> >>>> This is my father's house, although
> >> >> >>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> >> >> >>>> They said it would be quite all right
> >> >> >>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> >> >> >>>>
> >> >> >>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> >> >> >>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> >> >> >>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> >> >> >>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> >> >> >>>>
> >> >> >>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> >> >> >>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> >> >> >>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> >> >> >>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> >> >> >>>>
> >> >> >>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> >> >> >>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> >> >> >>>> To be so many other places.
> >> >> >>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> >> >> >>>>
> >> >> >>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> >> >> >>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> >> >> >>>> While watching my friends run and play
> >> >> >>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> >> >> >>>>
> >> >> >>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> >> >> >>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> >> >> >>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> >> >> >>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> >> >> >>>>
> >> >> >>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> >> >> >>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> >> >> >>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> >> >> >>>> To read or play alone, and then
> >> >> >>>>
> >> >> >>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> >> >> >>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> >> >> >>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> >> >> >>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> >> >> >>>>
> >> >> >>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> >> >> >>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> >> >> >>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> >> >> >>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> >> >> >>>>
> >> >> >>>> ~~
> >> >> >>>> George J. Dance
> >> >> >>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> >> >> >>>
> >> >> >>> Read twice, outstanding work of poetry....!
> >> >> >> Thanks, Zod. It's a poem I'm proud of. I wrote the first draft quickly,
> >> >> >> but I spent several years tweaking it before it went into a book.
> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> The big revision here is the rewrite to L2. In the original discussion,
> >> >> >> one of the people trying to cut it to shreds was a poet, and amongst her
> >> >> >> complaints she had a criticism I thought valid: it's not clear that the
> >> >> >> speaker is the child of the poem now grown up. And I think realizing tht
> >> >> >> is essential to appreciating the thing. Having the father been dead for
> >> >> >> over a decade makes that much clearer.
> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> As well, it makes certain things more ambiguous, and I think that's a
> >> >> >> plus as well. By taking out the old L2, it's no longer clear whether the
> >> >> >> house this guy is walking around in is abandoned, or still lived in..
> >> >> >> It's also unclear who "they" are; my hidden idea was that the speaker
> >> >> >> was under psychiatric care, ant "they" were the ones looking after him,
> >> >> >> but I wanted to keep that hidden.
> >> >> >
> >> >> > Cool... cool...
> >> >> It's interesting; writing the first draft (which is most of the finished
> >> >> poem) took 15 or 20 minutes; but I've made little tweaks that improved
> >> >> it. One I thought of tonight, when I reread it, was how one person,
> >> >> Karla I think, complained about two uses of "oh" in the last stanza,
> >> >> which she said were just padding to fit the meter. Dennis Hammes advised
> >> >> me to add "oh" in some earlier stanzas, which would make it "voice" - so
> >> >> I did. I do have to agree that Dennis was right. The interjections don't
> >> >> stick out at all; after hearing the speaker talk like that throughout
> >> >> the poem, the reader can just accept them as how he talks.
> >>
> >> > Regardless of how your rationalize them, they come across as filler.
> >> Troll much, Pendragon?
>
> > Constructive criticism is not trolling
> You've been trolling George Dance about this poem from the start, Pendragon.

That's not true, Donkey.

AAPC is an acronym that stands for "Alt.Arts.Poetry.Comments."

George posted a poem -- I have provided him with comments.

I'm aware that the topic (of the nightly whippings) is a touchy subject with George; however, George chose to make that a part of his poem, and as such it should not be "off limits" for discussion.

I have often expressed my belief that George can (and frequently does) compose skillfully written poetry. This, however, is not a very well written poem, and George will hopefully appreciate my honesty in telling him so.

Yes, Pendragon, you began by trolling George Dance with lies and misrepresentations about his poem.

HTH and HAND.

On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 5:23:04 PM UTC, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote:
> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 11:54:03 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > Michael Pendragon wrote:
> >
> > > On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 6:06:34 AM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >> On 2022-12-04 3:41 p.m., Zod wrote:
> > >> > George Dance wrote:
> > >> >> On 2022-11-26 4:02 p.m., Zod wrote:
> > >> >>> On Saturday, November 26, 2022 at 3:49:07 PM UTC-5, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
> > >> >>
> > >> >>>> My Father's House
> > >> >>>>
> > >> >>>> This is my father's house, although
> > >> >>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
> > >> >>>> They said it would be quite all right
> > >> >>>> To take a drive to see it now.
> > >> >>>>
> > >> >>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
> > >> >>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
> > >> >>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
> > >> >>>> I helped, though I was only six.
> > >> >>>>
> > >> >>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
> > >> >>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
> > >> >>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
> > >> >>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
> > >> >>>>
> > >> >>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
> > >> >>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
> > >> >>>> To be so many other places.
> > >> >>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
> > >> >>>>
> > >> >>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
> > >> >>>> Where I would work the summers through,
> > >> >>>> While watching my friends run and play
> > >> >>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
> > >> >>>>
> > >> >>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
> > >> >>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
> > >> >>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
> > >> >>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
> > >> >>>>
> > >> >>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
> > >> >>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
> > >> >>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
> > >> >>>> To read or play alone, and then
> > >> >>>>
> > >> >>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
> > >> >>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
> > >> >>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
> > >> >>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
> > >> >>>>
> > >> >>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
> > >> >>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
> > >> >>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
> > >> >>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
> > >> >>>>
> > >> >>>> ~~
> > >> >>>> George J. Dance
> > >> >>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
> > >> >>>
> > >> >>> Read twice, outstanding work of poetry....!
> > >> >> Thanks, Zod. It's a poem I'm proud of. I wrote the first draft quickly,
> > >> >> but I spent several years tweaking it before it went into a book.
> > >> >>
> > >> >> The big revision here is the rewrite to L2. In the original discussion,
> > >> >> one of the people trying to cut it to shreds was a poet, and amongst her
> > >> >> complaints she had a criticism I thought valid: it's not clear that the
> > >> >> speaker is the child of the poem now grown up. And I think realizing tht
> > >> >> is essential to appreciating the thing. Having the father been dead for
> > >> >> over a decade makes that much clearer.
> > >> >>
> > >> >> As well, it makes certain things more ambiguous, and I think that's a
> > >> >> plus as well. By taking out the old L2, it's no longer clear whether the
> > >> >> house this guy is walking around in is abandoned, or still lived in.
> > >> >> It's also unclear who "they" are; my hidden idea was that the speaker
> > >> >> was under psychiatric care, ant "they" were the ones looking after him,
> > >> >> but I wanted to keep that hidden.
Is your speaker is an unreliable narrator? Did he drive himself or did the orderlies take him on a field trip to his old house? Since the speaker says he (alone or with others) took a drive to the house, if he is crazy, then he is exploring a memory palace in his mind. He sees and explores each room and that triggers either a good or bad recollection.

> > >> >
> > >> > Cool... cool...
> > >> It's interesting; writing the first draft (which is most of the finished
> > >> poem) took 15 or 20 minutes; but I've made little tweaks that improved
> > >> it. One I thought of tonight, when I reread it, was how one person,
> > >> Karla I think, complained about two uses of "oh" in the last stanza,
> > >> which she said were just padding to fit the meter. Dennis Hammes advised
> > >> me to add "oh" in some earlier stanzas, which would make it "voice" - so
> > >> I did. I do have to agree that Dennis was right. The interjections don't
> > >> stick out at all; after hearing the speaker talk like that throughout
> > >> the poem, the reader can just accept them as how he talks.
> >
> > > Regardless of how your rationalize them, they come across as filler.
They are also not how men talk. (Well, maybe Jordy's Uncle does.) Starting a sentence with an "Oh" is more of a young girl's exclamation. We assume that since the father has been dead for 13 years, and the kid was six when he helped build the house, and the house was finished at some point, the speaker has to be at least in his 20s.

> > Troll much, Pendragon?
>
> Constructive criticism is not trolling, Donkey.
>
> George's "Oh"s serve no purpose in his poem other than to pad out the lines for metrical purposes.
They are jarring.
>
> That sort of padding is amateurish, and hurts what is already a severely flawed poem.
If it was intended as a psychiatric poem, it fails in tone. Also, why would the speaker need to be a millionaire to buy the house? A house in a box cannot have increased that much in value. We agree with the other posters that a bonfire is not a suitable ending for the poem.
>
> As previously noted, the light verse style is ill-suited to the subject matter, and the poem should be re-written as blank verse, free verse, or prose. Assuming that George is not about to scrap and rewrite it at this point, cutting out some of the padding would, at least, make the poem's flaws less glaring.
We don't like the inversions either. Mannered and affected.

Will Dockery wrote:

> Robert Burrows wrote:

>> On Monday, December 5, 2022 at 8:34:34 AM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>> On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 1:01:16 PM UTC-5, rjbur...@gmail.com wrote:
>>> > On Saturday, December 3, 2022 at 12:56:23 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>> > > George Dance wrote:
>
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> My Father's House
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This is my father's house, although
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The man died thirteen years ago.
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> They said it would be quite all right
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To take a drive to see it now.
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dad laid those grey foundation blocks
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And built the whole thing (from a box),
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Toiling after each full day's work.
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I helped, though I was only six.
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Look, here's the back door I would use
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And here's where I'd remove my shoes
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To enter; there I'd leave my things
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> And, when allowed, climb up these stairs.
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> In this room I'd wash many a dish,
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Gaze out this window, and I'd wish
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be so many other places.
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Wishy-washy? Oh, I guess!)
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Outside, the garden that he grew
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I would work the summers through,
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> While watching my friends run and play
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Mysterious games I never knew.
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> That room's all changed; oh, where is it,
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The one chair I was let to sit?
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (For boys can be such filthy things.)
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Which, the corner where boys were put?
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh ... down that hall there is a room
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Where I'd be shut (as in a tomb)
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After the meal, to make no noise,
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To read or play alone, and then
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Lights out: in bed by nine each night,
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Some nights wanting to pee with fright,
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Face and pyjama bottoms down
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> As for my father's belt I'd wait.
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Oh, if I were a millionaire
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd buy my father's house, and there
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I'd build a bonfire, oh so high
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Its flames would light up all the air.
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ~~
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> George J. Dance
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > > >> > >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> from Logos and other logoi, 2021
>>> > > > > > > >> > [...]
>>> > > > > > > >> > > > > > > > > > > Robert's friend met him, was(is?) living in his house, and owns an unpublished manuscript by Kerouac.
>>> > > > > > > >> > > The person in question is a very private person who wouldn't be happy knowing that I mentioned anything about him in this forum. I'll tell you that I met him at a record show in 1986 and that he approached me about taping the copy of the 10 disc vinyl Dylan bootleg called Ten Of Swords. He has a mind-boggling record collection, and it's because of him that my musical world encompasses everyone from Benny Goodman to Albert Ayler, Dean Martin to Tuvan Throat Singers. I owe him a lot.
>>> > > > > > > >> > Cool.... which "unpublished" Jack Kerouac manuscript does he have....?
>>> > > > > > > >> That's big news, if true.
>>> > > > > > > >> > What did he learn about Kerouac when they were friends that we don't know from the massive amoun of autobiographical information on J.K. that we already have...?
>>> > > > > > >
>>> > > > > > > > If true?
>>> > > > > > >
>>> > > > > > > Yes, if Robert's friend actually has an unpublished Jack Kerouac manuscript.
>>> > > > > > You really shouldn't waste what little time you have left attempting to troll me.
>>> > > > > A Jack Kerouac manuscript that's unpublished is an interesting topic, not at all something to troll about.
>>> > > > >
>>> > > > > HTH and HAND.
>>> > > > I've never read it, so I don't have anything interesting to say about it.
>>> > > You were never even told anything about it?
>>> > I'm not going to discuss it with you, Will.
>>> Too bad, I don't see many people here who seem to know enough about Jack Kerouac to add anything new to the lore.
>>>
>>> Even unpublished work from Jack Kerouac and the other Beat writers is less common these days.
>>>
>>> And so it goes.
>> As I told you earlier, since I haven't read the manuscript, I don't have anything to say about it. Maybe you'll find this article about Kerouac's centenary worthwhile.