On Thursday, December 29, 2022 at 4:49:29 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> On Wednesday, December 28, 2022 at 9:50:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > On Wednesday, December 28, 2022 at 4:30:14 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > >> Will Dockery wrote:
> >
> > >> >>> >Journey in the Past
> > >> >>> >
> > >> >>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
> > >> >>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> > >> >>> >Get off work at five
> > >> >>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> > >> >>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
> > >> >>> >
> > >> >>> >The commute was billed as express
> > >> >>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
> > >> >>> >The bus stopped at each town
> > >> >>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
> > >> >>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
> > >> >>> >
> > >> >>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> > >> >>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> > >> >>> >I'd dash out a poem
> > >> >>> >happy to be finally going
> > >> >>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
> > >> >>> >
> > >> >>> >The bus rolled through little towns
> > >> >>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
> > >> >>> >As the bus made the stop
> > >> >>> >on and off folks would hop
> > >> >>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
> > >> >>> >
> > >> >>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> > >> >>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> > >> >>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
> > >> >>> >up the long street I'd stalk
> > >> >>> >for the next leg of my destination.
> > >> >>> >
> > >> >>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> > >> >>> >with correct change I could jump on.
> > >> >>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> > >> >>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
> > >> >>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
> > >> >>> >
> > >> >>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> > >> >>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> > >> >>> >I'd had a fine trip
> > >> >>> >now it was time to slip
> > >> >>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
> > >> >>> >
> > >> >>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
> > >> >>> >
> > >> >>> >----
> > >> >>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > >> >>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past..html
> > >> >>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> > >> >>> Bound":
> > >> >>>
> > >> >>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> > >> >>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> > >> >>> On a tour of one night stands
> > >> >>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
> > >> >>> And every stop is neatly planned
> > >> >>> For a poet and a one man band."
> >
> > >> > > Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel, (sp) Jake.
> > >> > >
> > >> > > The contrast between their lyric and the Donkey's doggerel speaks volumes.
> >
> > >> > Finally, something we can all agree on.
> > >>
> > >
> > >> Yes, that's certainly correct...!
> >
> > > Aw...
> > Stop your sobbing, Pendragon
> >
> > Here, Pendragon:
> >
> > https://www.reverbnation.com/main/charts/Local/rock?artist_id=413260
> >
> > HTH and HAND.
> Congrats and kudos for hitting the Number One spot again, Doc.....!

Thanks again for the endorsement, my friend.

🙂

On Tuesday, January 17, 2023 at 3:23:48 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> On Thursday, December 29, 2022 at 4:49:29 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > On Wednesday, December 28, 2022 at 9:50:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > > Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > > On Wednesday, December 28, 2022 at 4:30:14 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > > >> Will Dockery wrote:
> > >
> > > >> >>> >Journey in the Past
> > > >> >>> >
> > > >> >>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
> > > >> >>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> > > >> >>> >Get off work at five
> > > >> >>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> > > >> >>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
> > > >> >>> >
> > > >> >>> >The commute was billed as express
> > > >> >>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
> > > >> >>> >The bus stopped at each town
> > > >> >>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
> > > >> >>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
> > > >> >>> >
> > > >> >>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> > > >> >>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> > > >> >>> >I'd dash out a poem
> > > >> >>> >happy to be finally going
> > > >> >>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
> > > >> >>> >
> > > >> >>> >The bus rolled through little towns
> > > >> >>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
> > > >> >>> >As the bus made the stop
> > > >> >>> >on and off folks would hop
> > > >> >>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
> > > >> >>> >
> > > >> >>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> > > >> >>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> > > >> >>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
> > > >> >>> >up the long street I'd stalk
> > > >> >>> >for the next leg of my destination.
> > > >> >>> >
> > > >> >>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> > > >> >>> >with correct change I could jump on.
> > > >> >>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> > > >> >>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
> > > >> >>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
> > > >> >>> >
> > > >> >>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> > > >> >>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> > > >> >>> >I'd had a fine trip
> > > >> >>> >now it was time to slip
> > > >> >>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
> > > >> >>> >
> > > >> >>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
> > > >> >>> >
> > > >> >>> >----
> > > >> >>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > > >> >>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
> > > >> >>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> > > >> >>> Bound":
> > > >> >>>
> > > >> >>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> > > >> >>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> > > >> >>> On a tour of one night stands
> > > >> >>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
> > > >> >>> And every stop is neatly planned
> > > >> >>> For a poet and a one man band."
> > >
> > > >> > > Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel, (sp) Jake.
> > > >> > >
> > > >> > > The contrast between their lyric and the Donkey's doggerel speaks volumes.
> > >
> > > >> > Finally, something we can all agree on.
> > > >>
> > > >
> > > >> Yes, that's certainly correct...!
> > >
> > > > Aw...
> > > Stop your sobbing, Pendragon
> > >
> > > Here, Pendragon:
> > >
> > > https://www.reverbnation.com/main/charts/Local/rock?artist_id=413260
> > >
> > > HTH and HAND.
> > Congrats and kudos for hitting the Number One spot again, Doc.....!
> Thanks again for the endorsement, my friend.

"Thanks for the lick on my stick, General Prick
I'll flick my Bic if you'll fondle my dick
Just watch out for dick cheese, we don't want you sick
And thanks for the lick on my stick, General Prick."
-- Will Donkey, from The Shitholeville Mythos

Will Dockery wrote:
>
> Journey in the Past

> Back in 1980, a long ago time
> I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> Get off work at five
> from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> and be in Atlanta by nine.

> The commute was billed as express
> but was often a slow ride at best.
> The bus stopped at each town
> the driver's horn would loudly sound
> the journey put my patience to the test.

> Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> I'd dash out a poem
> happy to be finally going
> knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.

> The bus rolled through little towns
> with a screeching, roaring sound.
> As the bus made the stop
> on and off folks would hop
> and soon we would again be northbound.

> The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> With my suitcase I'd walk
> up the long street I'd stalk
> for the next leg of my destination.

> Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> with correct change I could jump on.
> Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> watching city lights flash through the dark
> the sensation was like being stoned.

> Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> I'd had a fine trip
> now it was time to slip
> Into some peace and quiet for a spell.

> -Will Dockery (2020)

> ----
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

On third read, quite out-damned-standing work of poetics....

On Tuesday, January 17, 2023 at 4:20:21 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:
> >
> > Journey in the Past
>
> > Back in 1980, a long ago time
> > I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> > Get off work at five
> > from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> > and be in Atlanta by nine.
>
> > The commute was billed as express
> > but was often a slow ride at best.
> > The bus stopped at each town
> > the driver's horn would loudly sound
> > the journey put my patience to the test.
>
> > Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> > my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> > I'd dash out a poem
> > happy to be finally going
> > knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>
> > The bus rolled through little towns
> > with a screeching, roaring sound.
> > As the bus made the stop
> > on and off folks would hop
> > and soon we would again be northbound.
>
> > The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> > I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> > With my suitcase I'd walk
> > up the long street I'd stalk
> > for the next leg of my destination.
>
> > Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> > with correct change I could jump on.
> > Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> > watching city lights flash through the dark
> > the sensation was like being stoned.
>
> > Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> > was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> > I'd had a fine trip
> > now it was time to slip
> > Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>
> > -Will Dockery (2020)
>
> > ----
> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
> On third read, quite out-damned-standing work of poetics....

Good afternoon, thanks for the nod.

:)

Mack A. Damia wrote:

> On Tue, 17 Jan. 2023 22:33:55 +0000, will.dockery@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
> wrote:
>
>>Journey in the Past
>>
>>Back in 1980, a long ago time
>>I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>>Get off work at five
>>from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>>and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>
>>The commute was billed as express
>>but was often a slow ride at best.
>>The bus stopped at each town
>>the driver's horn would loudly sound
>>the journey put my patience to the test.
>>
>>Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>>my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>>I'd dash out a poem
>>happy to be finally going
>>knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>
>>The bus rolled through little towns
>>with a screeching, roaring sound.
>>As the bus made the stop
>>on and off folks would hop
>>and soon we would again be northbound.
>>
>>The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>>I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>>With my suitcase I'd walk
>>up the long street I'd stalk
>>for the next leg of my destination.
>>
>>Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>>with correct change I could jump on.
>>Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>>watching city lights flash through the dark
>>the sensation was like being stoned.
>>
>>Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>>was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>>I'd had a fine trip
>>now it was time to slip
>>Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>
>>-Will Dockery (2020)
>>
>>----
>>From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> Bound":

> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> On a tour of one night stands
> My suitcase and guitar in hand
> And every stop is neatly planned
> For a poet and a one man band."

Quite well put, Mack...!

On Wednesday, January 18, 2023 at 4:50:17 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> Mack A. Damia wrote:
> > On Tue, 17 Jan. 2023 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (Will Dockery)
> > wrote:
>
> >>Journey in the Past
> >>
> >>Back in 1980, a long ago time
> >>I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> >>Get off work at five
> >>from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> >>and be in Atlanta by nine.
> >>
> >>The commute was billed as express
> >>but was often a slow ride at best.
> >>The bus stopped at each town
> >>the driver's horn would loudly sound
> >>the journey put my patience to the test.
> >>
> >>Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> >>my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> >>I'd dash out a poem
> >>happy to be finally going
> >>knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
> >>
> >>The bus rolled through little towns
> >>with a screeching, roaring sound.
> >>As the bus made the stop
> >>on and off folks would hop
> >>and soon we would again be northbound.
> >>
> >>The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> >>I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> >>With my suitcase I'd walk
> >>up the long street I'd stalk
> >>for the next leg of my destination.
> >>
> >>Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> >>with correct change I could jump on.
> >>Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> >>watching city lights flash through the dark
> >>the sensation was like being stoned.
> >>
> >>Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> >>was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> >>I'd had a fine trip
> >>now it was time to slip
> >>Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
> >>
> >>-Will Dockery (2020)
> >>
> >>----
> >>From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >>https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
> > Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> > Bound":
>
> > "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> > Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> > On a tour of one night stands
> > My suitcase and guitar in hand
> > And every stop is neatly planned
> > For a poet and a one man band."
> Quite well put, Mack...!

Thanks Zod and Mack, for reading and commenting.

:)

On Thursday, December 29, 2022 at 4:49:29 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> On Wednesday, December 28, 2022 at 9:50:16 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
> > Michael Pendragon wrote:
> > > On Wednesday, December 28, 2022 at 4:30:14 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> > >> Will Dockery wrote:
> >
> > >> >>> >Journey in the Past
> > >> >>> >
> > >> >>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
> > >> >>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> > >> >>> >Get off work at five
> > >> >>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> > >> >>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
> > >> >>> >
> > >> >>> >The commute was billed as express
> > >> >>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
> > >> >>> >The bus stopped at each town
> > >> >>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
> > >> >>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
> > >> >>> >
> > >> >>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> > >> >>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> > >> >>> >I'd dash out a poem
> > >> >>> >happy to be finally going
> > >> >>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
> > >> >>> >
> > >> >>> >The bus rolled through little towns
> > >> >>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
> > >> >>> >As the bus made the stop
> > >> >>> >on and off folks would hop
> > >> >>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
> > >> >>> >
> > >> >>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> > >> >>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> > >> >>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
> > >> >>> >up the long street I'd stalk
> > >> >>> >for the next leg of my destination.
> > >> >>> >
> > >> >>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> > >> >>> >with correct change I could jump on.
> > >> >>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> > >> >>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
> > >> >>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
> > >> >>> >
> > >> >>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> > >> >>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> > >> >>> >I'd had a fine trip
> > >> >>> >now it was time to slip
> > >> >>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
> > >> >>> >
> > >> >>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
> > >> >>> >
> > >> >>> >----
> > >> >>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > >> >>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past..html
> > >> >>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> > >> >>> Bound":
> > >> >>>
> > >> >>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> > >> >>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> > >> >>> On a tour of one night stands
> > >> >>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
> > >> >>> And every stop is neatly planned
> > >> >>> For a poet and a one man band."
> >
> > >> > > Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel, (sp) Jake.
> > >> > >
> > >> > > The contrast between their lyric and the Donkey's doggerel speaks volumes.
> >
> > >> > Finally, something we can all agree on.
> > >>
> > >
> > >> Yes, that's certainly correct...!
> >
> > > Aw...
> > Stop your sobbing, Pendragon
> >
> > Here, Pendragon:
> >
> > https://www.reverbnation.com/main/charts/Local/rock?artist_id=413260
> >
> > HTH and HAND.
> Congrats and kudos for hitting the Number One spot again, Doc.....!

Thanks again my friend.

🙂

General-Zod wrote:
> Will Dockery wrote:

>> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

>>> On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 6:38:18 PM UTC-5, Mack A. Damia wrote:
>>>> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
>>>> wrote:
>>>
>>>> >Journey in the Past
>>>> >
>>>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>>>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>>>> >Get off work at five
>>>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>>>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>>> >
>>>> >The commute was billed as express
>>>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
>>>> >The bus stopped at each town
>>>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>>>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
>>>> >
>>>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>>>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>>>> >I'd dash out a poem
>>>> >happy to be finally going
>>>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>>> >
>>>> >The bus rolled through little towns
>>>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>>>> >As the bus made the stop
>>>> >on and off folks would hop
>>>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
>>>> >
>>>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>>>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>>>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
>>>> >up the long street I'd stalk
>>>> >for the next leg of my destination.
>>>> >
>>>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>>>> >with correct change I could jump on.
>>>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>>>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
>>>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
>>>> >
>>>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>>>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>>>> >I'd had a fine trip
>>>> >now it was time to slip
>>>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>>> >
>>>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
>>>> >
>>>> >----
>>>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>>>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>>>> Bound":
>>>>
>>>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>>>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>>>> On a tour of one night stands
>>>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
>>>> And every stop is neatly planned
>>>> For a poet and a one man band."

>>> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel

>> Finally, something we can all agree on.

>

> Yes, that's certainly correct...!

Good afternoon, my friend, so it seems.

😕

Will Dockery wrote:

> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

>> Mack A. Damia wrote:
>>>> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (Will Dockery)
>>>> wrote:
>>
>>>> >Journey in the Past
>>>> >
>>>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>>>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>>>> >Get off work at five
>>>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>>>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>>> >
>>>> >The commute was billed as express
>>>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
>>>> >The bus stopped at each town
>>>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>>>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
>>>> >
>>>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>>>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>>>> >I'd dash out a poem
>>>> >happy to be finally going
>>>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>>> >
>>>> >The bus rolled through little towns
>>>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>>>> >As the bus made the stop
>>>> >on and off folks would hop
>>>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
>>>> >
>>>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>>>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>>>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
>>>> >up the long street I'd stalk
>>>> >for the next leg of my destination.
>>>> >
>>>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>>>> >with correct change I could jump on.
>>>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>>>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
>>>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
>>>> >
>>>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>>>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>>>> >I'd had a fine trip
>>>> >now it was time to slip
>>>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>>> >
>>>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
>>>> >
>>>> >----
>>>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>>>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>>>> Bound":
>>>>
>>>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>>>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>>>> On a tour of one night stands
>>>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
>>>> And every stop is neatly planned
>>>> For a poet and a one man band."

>>> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel, (sp) Jake.

>>> The contrast between their lyric and the

> Like I said, says Michael Pendragon, the delusional fuckwit who has fantasies about being a better poet than T.S. Eliot.

> HTH and HAND.

Penhead is one peculiar little motherfucker... ha ha.

************************************
Simon & Garfunkel - A Most Peculiar Man (Live Canadian TV, 1966)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJAKrl1rR1g

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> On Sunday, January 14, 2023 at 2:55:14 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:
>>
>> > Mack A. Damia wrote:
>> >>> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
>> >>> wrote:
>
>> >>> >Journey in the Past
>> >>> >
>> >>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> >>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> >>> >Get off work at five
>> >>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> >>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >The commute was billed as express
>> >>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
>> >>> >The bus stopped at each town
>> >>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> >>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> >>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> >>> >I'd dash out a poem
>> >>> >happy to be finally going
>> >>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >The bus rolled through little towns
>> >>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> >>> >As the bus made the stop
>> >>> >on and off folks would hop
>> >>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> >>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> >>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
>> >>> >up the long street I'd stalk
>> >>> >for the next leg of my destination.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> >>> >with correct change I could jump on.
>> >>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> >>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
>> >>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> >>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> >>> >I'd had a fine trip
>> >>> >now it was time to slip
>> >>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>> >>> >
>> >>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
>> >>> >
>> >>> >----
>> >>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>> >>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>> >>> Bound":
>> >>>
>> >>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>> >>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>> >>> On a tour of one night stands
>> >>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
>> >>> And every stop is neatly planned
>> >>> For a poet and a one man band."
>>
>> >> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel, (sp) Jake.
>>
>> >> The contrast between their lyric and the
>> Like I said, says Michael Pendragon, the delusional fuckwit who has fantasies about being a better poet than T.S. Eliot.
>>
>> HTH and HAND.

> Per your request...

> DAYBREAK
> M.M. Pendragon
> (Inspired by "Rhapsody on a Windy Night," by T.S. Eliot)

> The moonlit masquerade at last is done
> As music fades like stars at dawn's first kiss,
> The streetlamps sputter sparks, like fireflies gone
> As mad as April trees whose budded bliss
> Will freeze beneath the season's final snow.

> While through the quiet streets, the gentle glow
> Of morning amber stretches sleepy arms
> As taxis yawn their way past bursts of steam
> That hiss through subway grates, while New York warms
> Awaking from her bootblack-scented dream
> To pushcart cups of joe and cigarettes.

> I greet the old bronze clock at Herald Square
> With ragged vagabonds, and fond regrets
> Of cocktail-colored dances, unbound hair
> And Cinderella eyes lost in the blur
> Of midnight faces, heavy-lidded lies.

> The new day beckons, Broadway buskers stir
> Sweat suits give way to button shirts and ties
> Newstands roll up their gates as pushbrooms sweep
> The shadow-remnants of the night aside.

> I wander through the crowds, too tired to sleep
> Too spent to keep the pace; I opt to hide
> Inside a small café, as sunbeams spill
> Their contents 'cross a pigeon-feathered sky.

> The morning calls, but I have had my fill
> With alabaster hopes of wealth and fame
> I nurse my coffee, watch the day slip by
> And wonder why I'd never asked her name.

> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w0NhytKdNLg

> vs

> Rhapsody on a Windy Night
> T. S. Eliot - 1888-1965

> Twelve o'clock.
> Along the reaches of the street
> Held in a lunar synthesis,
> Whispering lunar incantations
> Dissolve the floors of memory
> And all its clear relations,
> Its divisions and precisions.
> Every street lamp that I pass
> Beats like a fatalistic drum,
> And through the spaces of the dark
> Midnight shakes the memory
> As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

>    Half-past one,
> The street-lamp sputtered,
> The street-lamp muttered,
> The street-lamp said, "Regard that woman
> Who hesitates toward you in the light of the door
> Which opens on her like a grin.
> You see the border of her dress
> Is torn and stained with sand,
> And you see the corner of her eye
> Twists like a crooked pin."

>    The memory throws up high and dry
> A crowd of twisted things;
> A twisted branch upon the beach
> Eaten smooth, and polished
> As if the world gave up
> The secret of its skeleton,
> Stiff and white.
> A broken spring in a factory yard,
> Rust that clings to the form that the strength has left
> Hard and curled and ready to snap.

>    Half-past two,
> The street-lamp said,
> "Remark the cat which flattens itself in the gutter,
> Slips out its tongue
> And devours a morsel of rancid butter."
> So the hand of the child, automatic,
> Slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along the quay.
> I could see nothing behind that child's eye.
> I have seen eyes in the street
> Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
> And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
> An old crab with barnacles on his back,
> Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.

>    Half-past three,
> The lamp sputtered,
> The lamp muttered in the dark.
> The lamp hummed:
> "Regard the moon,
> La lune ne garde aucune rancune,
> She winks a feeble eye,
> She smiles into corners.
> She smooths the hair of the grass.
> The moon has lost her memory.
> A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
> Her hand twists a paper rose,
> That smells of dust and eau de Cologne,
> She is alone
> With all the old nocturnal smells
> That cross and cross across her brain."
> The reminiscence comes
> Of sunless dry geraniums
> And dust in crevices,
> Smells of chestnuts in the streets,
> And female smells in shuttered rooms,
> And cigarettes in corridors
> And cocktail smells in bars.

>    The lamp said,
> "Four o'clock,
> Here is the number on the door.
> Memory!
> You have the key,
> The little lamp spreads a ring on the stair.
> Mount.
> The bed is open; the tooth-brush hangs on the wall,
> Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life."

>    The last twist of the knife.

Okay, this was an interesting read, I'll grant you.

🙂

On Wednesday, December 28, 2022 at 4:30:14 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> W.Dockery wrote:
>
> > Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:
>
> >> On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 6:38:18 PM UTC-5, Mack A. Damia wrote:
> >>> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
> >>> wrote:
> >>
> >>> >Journey in the Past
> >>> >
> >>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
> >>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> >>> >Get off work at five
> >>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> >>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
> >>> >
> >>> >The commute was billed as express
> >>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
> >>> >The bus stopped at each town
> >>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
> >>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
> >>> >
> >>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> >>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> >>> >I'd dash out a poem
> >>> >happy to be finally going
> >>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
> >>> >
> >>> >The bus rolled through little towns
> >>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
> >>> >As the bus made the stop
> >>> >on and off folks would hop
> >>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
> >>> >
> >>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> >>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> >>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
> >>> >up the long street I'd stalk
> >>> >for the next leg of my destination.
> >>> >
> >>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> >>> >with correct change I could jump on.
> >>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> >>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
> >>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
> >>> >
> >>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> >>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> >>> >I'd had a fine trip
> >>> >now it was time to slip
> >>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
> >>> >
> >>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
> >>> >
> >>> >----
> >>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
> >>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> >>> Bound":
> >>>
> >>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> >>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> >>> On a tour of one night stands
> >>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
> >>> And every stop is neatly planned
> >>> For a poet and a one man band."
>
> >> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel
>
> > Finally, something we can all agree on.
>
>
> Yes, that's certainly correct...!

Good evening my friend.

🙂

General-Zod wrote:

> W.Dockery wrote:

>> Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

>>> On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 6:38:18 PM UTC-5, Mack A. Damia wrote:
>>>> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
>>>> wrote:
>>>
>>>> >Journey in the Past
>>>> >
>>>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>>>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>>>> >Get off work at five
>>>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>>>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>>> >
>>>> >The commute was billed as express
>>>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
>>>> >The bus stopped at each town
>>>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>>>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
>>>> >
>>>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>>>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>>>> >I'd dash out a poem
>>>> >happy to be finally going
>>>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>>> >
>>>> >The bus rolled through little towns
>>>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>>>> >As the bus made the stop
>>>> >on and off folks would hop
>>>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
>>>> >
>>>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>>>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>>>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
>>>> >up the long street I'd stalk
>>>> >for the next leg of my destination.
>>>> >
>>>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>>>> >with correct change I could jump on.
>>>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>>>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
>>>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
>>>> >
>>>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>>>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>>>> >I'd had a fine trip
>>>> >now it was time to slip
>>>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>>> >
>>>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
>>>> >
>>>> >----
>>>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>>>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>>>> Bound":
>>>>
>>>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>>>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>>>> On a tour of one night stands
>>>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
>>>> And every stop is neatly planned
>>>> For a poet and a one man band."

>>> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel

>> Finally, something we can all agree on.

>>

> Yes, that's certainly correct...!

Good evening my friend, hope you and Mike are doing well tonight.

🙂

Mack A. Damia wrote:
> On Tue, 16 Jan 2023 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (Will Dockery)
> wrote:
>
> >Journey in the Past
> >
> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> >Get off work at five
> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
> >
> >The commute was billed as express
> >but was often a slow ride at best.
> >The bus stopped at each town
> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
> >the journey put my patience to the test.
> >
> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> >I'd dash out a poem
> >happy to be finally going
> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
> >
> >The bus rolled through little towns
> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
> >As the bus made the stop
> >on and off folks would hop
> >and soon we would again be northbound.
> >
> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> >With my suitcase I'd walk
> >up the long street I'd stalk
> >for the next leg of my destination.
> >
> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> >with correct change I could jump on.
> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> >watching city lights flash through the dark
> >the sensation was like being stoned.
> >
> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> >I'd had a fine trip
> >now it was time to slip
> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
> >
> >-Will Dockery (2020)
> >
> >----
> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> Bound":
>
> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> On a tour of one night stands
> My suitcase and guitar in hand
> And every stop is neatly planned
> For a poet and a one man band."

Agreed and seconded....!

On Monday, January 23, 2023 at 5:20:14 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> Mack A. Damia wrote:
> > On Tue, 16 Jan 2023 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (Will Dockery)
> > wrote:
> >
> > >Journey in the Past
> > >
> > >Back in 1980, a long ago time
> > >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> > >Get off work at five
> > >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> > >and be in Atlanta by nine.
> > >
> > >The commute was billed as express
> > >but was often a slow ride at best.
> > >The bus stopped at each town
> > >the driver's horn would loudly sound
> > >the journey put my patience to the test.
> > >
> > >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> > >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> > >I'd dash out a poem
> > >happy to be finally going
> > >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
> > >
> > >The bus rolled through little towns
> > >with a screeching, roaring sound.
> > >As the bus made the stop
> > >on and off folks would hop
> > >and soon we would again be northbound.
> > >
> > >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> > >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> > >With my suitcase I'd walk
> > >up the long street I'd stalk
> > >for the next leg of my destination.
> > >
> > >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> > >with correct change I could jump on.
> > >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> > >watching city lights flash through the dark
> > >the sensation was like being stoned.
> > >
> > >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> > >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> > >I'd had a fine trip
> > >now it was time to slip
> > >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
> > >
> > >-Will Dockery (2020)
> > >
> > >----
> > >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
> > Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> > Bound":
> >
> > "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> > Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> > On a tour of one night stands
> > My suitcase and guitar in hand
> > And every stop is neatly planned
> > For a poet and a one man band."
> Agreed and seconded....!

Thanks again for reading and commenting, Zod.

🙂

Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:

> On Tuesday, January 24, 2023 at 6:38:18 PM UTC-5, Mack A. Damia wrote:
>> On Tue, 24 Jan 2023 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (Will Dockery)
>> wrote:
>> >Journey in the Past
>> >
>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> >Get off work at five
>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>> >
>> >The commute was billed as express
>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
>> >The bus stopped at each town
>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
>> >
>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> >I'd dash out a poem
>> >happy to be finally going
>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>> >
>> >The bus rolled through little towns
>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> >As the bus made the stop
>> >on and off folks would hop
>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
>> >
>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
>> >up the long street I'd stalk
>> >for the next leg of my destination.
>> >
>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> >with correct change I could jump on.
>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
>> >
>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> >I'd had a fine trip
>> >now it was time to slip
>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>> >
>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
>> >
>> >----
>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>> Bound":
>>
>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>> On a tour of one night stands
>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
>> And every stop is neatly planned
>> For a poet and a one man band."

> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel

Thanks again for reading and commenting.

HTH and HAND.

Will Dockery wrote:

> On Monday, January 23, 2023 at 5:20:14 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
>> Mack A. Damia wrote:
>> > On Tue, 16 Jan 2023 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (Will Dockery)
>> > wrote:
>> >
>> > >Journey in the Past
>> > >
>> > >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> > >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> > >Get off work at five
>> > >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> > >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>> > >
>> > >The commute was billed as express
>> > >but was often a slow ride at best.
>> > >The bus stopped at each town
>> > >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> > >the journey put my patience to the test.
>> > >
>> > >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> > >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> > >I'd dash out a poem
>> > >happy to be finally going
>> > >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>> > >
>> > >The bus rolled through little towns
>> > >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> > >As the bus made the stop
>> > >on and off folks would hop
>> > >and soon we would again be northbound.
>> > >
>> > >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> > >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> > >With my suitcase I'd walk
>> > >up the long street I'd stalk
>> > >for the next leg of my destination.
>> > >
>> > >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> > >with correct change I could jump on.
>> > >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> > >watching city lights flash through the dark
>> > >the sensation was like being stoned.
>> > >
>> > >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> > >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> > >I'd had a fine trip
>> > >now it was time to slip
>> > >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>> > >
>> > >-Will Dockery (2020)
>> > >
>> > >----
>> > >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> > >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>> > Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>> > Bound":
>> >
>> > "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>> > Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>> > On a tour of one night stands
>> > My suitcase and guitar in hand
>> > And every stop is neatly planned
>> > For a poet and a one man band."
>> Agreed and seconded....!

> Thanks again for reading and commenting, Zod.

> 🙂

You are quite welcome....!

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> On Monday, January 23, 2023 at 5:20:14 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
>>> Mack A. Damia wrote:
>>> > On Tue, 16 Jan 2023 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (Will Dockery)
>>> > wrote:
>>> >
>>> > >Journey in the Past
>>> > >
>>> > >Back in 1980, a long ago time
>>> > >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>>> > >Get off work at five
>>> > >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>>> > >and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>> > >
>>> > >The commute was billed as express
>>> > >but was often a slow ride at best.
>>> > >The bus stopped at each town
>>> > >the driver's horn would loudly sound
>>> > >the journey put my patience to the test.
>>> > >
>>> > >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>>> > >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>>> > >I'd dash out a poem
>>> > >happy to be finally going
>>> > >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>> > >
>>> > >The bus rolled through little towns
>>> > >with a screeching, roaring sound.
>>> > >As the bus made the stop
>>> > >on and off folks would hop
>>> > >and soon we would again be northbound.
>>> > >
>>> > >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>>> > >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>>> > >With my suitcase I'd walk
>>> > >up the long street I'd stalk
>>> > >for the next leg of my destination.
>>> > >
>>> > >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>>> > >with correct change I could jump on.
>>> > >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>>> > >watching city lights flash through the dark
>>> > >the sensation was like being stoned.
>>> > >
>>> > >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>>> > >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>>> > >I'd had a fine trip
>>> > >now it was time to slip
>>> > >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>> > >
>>> > >-Will Dockery (2020)
>>> > >
>>> > >----
>>> > >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>> > >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>>> > Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
>>> > Bound":
>>> >
>>> > "I'm sittin' in the railway station
>>> > Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
>>> > On a tour of one night stands
>>> > My suitcase and guitar in hand
>>> > And every stop is neatly planned
>>> > For a poet and a one man band."
>>> Agreed and seconded....!

>> Thanks again for reading and commenting, Zod.

>>

> You are quite welcome....!

Good evening, my friend.

🙂

Mack A. Damia wrote:
> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
> wrote:
>
> >Journey in the Past
> >
> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> >Get off work at five
> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
> >
> >The commute was billed as express
> >but was often a slow ride at best.
> >The bus stopped at each town
> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
> >the journey put my patience to the test.
> >
> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> >I'd dash out a poem
> >happy to be finally going
> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
> >
> >The bus rolled through little towns
> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
> >As the bus made the stop
> >on and off folks would hop
> >and soon we would again be northbound.
> >
> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> >With my suitcase I'd walk
> >up the long street I'd stalk
> >for the next leg of my destination.
> >
> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> >with correct change I could jump on.
> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> >watching city lights flash through the dark
> >the sensation was like being stoned.
> >
> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> >I'd had a fine trip
> >now it was time to slip
> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
> >
> >-Will Dockery (2020)
> >
> >----
> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> Bound":
>
> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> On a tour of one night stands
> My suitcase and guitar in hand
> And every stop is neatly planned
> For a poet and a one man band."

Hope you can come back soon, Mack....

Michael Pendragon wrote:

> On Friday, December 30, 2022 at 4:25:09 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
>> On Friday, December 30, 2022 at 10:25:31 AM UTC-5, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote:
>> >
>> > Journey in the Past
>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
>> > xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
>> xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
>> xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
>> >
>> > -Will Donkey (2020)
>>
>> You're an obsessive little motherfucker, are you not, Penhead..?

> C&C

Or what passes for it here.

And so it goes.

On Tuesday, January 26, 2023 at 5:35:14 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:

> Journey in the Past
>
> Back in 1980, a long ago time
> I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> Get off work at five
> from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> and be in Atlanta by nine.
>
> The commute was billed as express
> but was often a slow ride at best.
> The bus stopped at each town
> the driver's horn would loudly sound
> the journey put my patience to the test.
>
> Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> I'd dash out a poem
> happy to be finally going
> knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>
> The bus rolled through little towns
> with a screeching, roaring sound.
> As the bus made the stop
> on and off folks would hop
> and soon we would again be northbound.
>
> The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> With my suitcase I'd walk
> up the long street I'd stalk
> for the next leg of my destination.
>
> Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> with correct change I could jump on.
> Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> watching city lights flash through the dark
> the sensation was like being stoned.
>
> Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> I'd had a fine trip
> now it was time to slip
> Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>
> -Will Dockery (2020)
>
> ----
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

The time line on this poem is around mid 1980, correct....?

On Wednesday, December 28, 2022 at 4:30:14 PM UTC-5, Zod wrote:
> W.Dockery wrote:
>
> > Coco DeSockmonkey wrote:
>
> >> On Tuesday, December 27, 2022 at 6:38:18 PM UTC-5, Mack A. Damia wrote:
> >>> On Tue, 27 Dec 2022 22:33:55 +0000, will.d...@gmail.com (W.Dockery)
> >>> wrote:
> >>
> >>> >Journey in the Past
> >>> >
> >>> >Back in 1980, a long ago time
> >>> >I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> >>> >Get off work at five
> >>> >from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> >>> >and be in Atlanta by nine.
> >>> >
> >>> >The commute was billed as express
> >>> >but was often a slow ride at best.
> >>> >The bus stopped at each town
> >>> >the driver's horn would loudly sound
> >>> >the journey put my patience to the test.
> >>> >
> >>> >Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> >>> >my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> >>> >I'd dash out a poem
> >>> >happy to be finally going
> >>> >knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
> >>> >
> >>> >The bus rolled through little towns
> >>> >with a screeching, roaring sound.
> >>> >As the bus made the stop
> >>> >on and off folks would hop
> >>> >and soon we would again be northbound.
> >>> >
> >>> >The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> >>> >I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> >>> >With my suitcase I'd walk
> >>> >up the long street I'd stalk
> >>> >for the next leg of my destination.
> >>> >
> >>> >Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> >>> >with correct change I could jump on.
> >>> >Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> >>> >watching city lights flash through the dark
> >>> >the sensation was like being stoned.
> >>> >
> >>> >Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> >>> >was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> >>> >I'd had a fine trip
> >>> >now it was time to slip
> >>> >Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
> >>> >
> >>> >-Will Dockery (2020)
> >>> >
> >>> >----
> >>> >From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> >>> >https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html
> >>> Very good, Will, I always enjoyed Simon and Garfunkle's "Homeward
> >>> Bound":
> >>>
> >>> "I'm sittin' in the railway station
> >>> Got a ticket for my destination, mmm
> >>> On a tour of one night stands
> >>> My suitcase and guitar in hand
> >>> And every stop is neatly planned
> >>> For a poet and a one man band."
>
> >> Many of us enjoy Simon and Garfunkel
>
> > Finally, something we can all agree on.
>
>
> Yes, that's certainly correct...!

Apparently.

🙂

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Journey in the Past

>> Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> Get off work at five
>> from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> and be in Atlanta by nine.

>> The commute was billed as express
>> but was often a slow ride at best.
>> The bus stopped at each town
>> the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> the journey put my patience to the test.

>> Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> I'd dash out a poem
>> happy to be finally going
>> knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.

>> The bus rolled through little towns
>> with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> As the bus made the stop
>> on and off folks would hop
>> and soon we would again be northbound.

>> The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> With my suitcase I'd walk
>> up the long street I'd stalk
>> for the next leg of my destination.

>> Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> with correct change I could jump on.
>> Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> watching city lights flash through the dark
>> the sensation was like being stoned.

>> Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> I'd had a fine trip
>> now it was time to slip
>> Into some peace and quiet for a spell.

>> -Will Dockery (2020)

>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

> On third read, quite out-damned-standing work of poetics....

Good evening my friend, thanks again.

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Journey in the Past

>> Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> Get off work at five
>> from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> and be in Atlanta by nine.

>> The commute was billed as express
>> but was often a slow ride at best.
>> The bus stopped at each town
>> the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> the journey put my patience to the test.

>> Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> I'd dash out a poem
>> happy to be finally going
>> knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.

>> The bus rolled through little towns
>> with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> As the bus made the stop
>> on and off folks would hop
>> and soon we would again be northbound.

>> The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> With my suitcase I'd walk
>> up the long street I'd stalk
>> for the next leg of my destination.

>> Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> with correct change I could jump on.
>> Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> watching city lights flash through the dark
>> the sensation was like being stoned.

>> Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> I'd had a fine trip
>> now it was time to slip
>> Into some peace and quiet for a spell.

>> -Will Dockery (2020)

>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

> On third read, quite out-damned-standing work of poetics....

Good afternoon, thanks again for the nod, Zod.

🙂

On Tuesday, February 1, 2023 at 5:35:14 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>
> Journey in the Past
>
> Back in 1980, a long ago time
> I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
> Get off work at five
> from Harvey Lumber and Supply
> and be in Atlanta by nine.
>
> The commute was billed as express
> but was often a slow ride at best.
> The bus stopped at each town
> the driver's horn would loudly sound
> the journey put my patience to the test.
>
> Once settled in the ride was a breeze
> my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
> I'd dash out a poem
> happy to be finally going
> knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>
> The bus rolled through little towns
> with a screeching, roaring sound.
> As the bus made the stop
> on and off folks would hop
> and soon we would again be northbound.
>
> The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
> I'd jump off for my short vacation.
> With my suitcase I'd walk
> up the long street I'd stalk
> for the next leg of my destination.
>
> Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
> with correct change I could jump on.
> Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
> watching city lights flash through the dark
> the sensation was like being stoned.
>
> Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
> was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
> I'd had a fine trip
> now it was time to slip
> Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>
> -Will Dockery (2020)
>
> ----
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

Interesting and fact filled poem....

Zod wrote:

> On Tuesday, February 1, 2023 at 5:35:14 PM UTC-5, Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Journey in the Past
>>
>> Back in 1980, a long ago time
>> I'd commute using Greyhound Bus Line.
>> Get off work at five
>> from Harvey Lumber and Supply
>> and be in Atlanta by nine.
>>
>> The commute was billed as express
>> but was often a slow ride at best.
>> The bus stopped at each town
>> the driver's horn would loudly sound
>> the journey put my patience to the test.
>>
>> Once settled in the ride was a breeze
>> my Jean-Luc Godard book on my knee.
>> I'd dash out a poem
>> happy to be finally going
>> knowing for the weekend I'd be scott free.
>>
>> The bus rolled through little towns
>> with a screeching, roaring sound.
>> As the bus made the stop
>> on and off folks would hop
>> and soon we would again be northbound.
>>
>> The bus finally arrived at Atlanta Station
>> I'd jump off for my short vacation.
>> With my suitcase I'd walk
>> up the long street I'd stalk
>> for the next leg of my destination.
>>
>> Soon Marta bus 32 would come along
>> with correct change I could jump on.
>> Up Peachtree Road past Piedmont Park
>> watching city lights flash through the dark
>> the sensation was like being stoned.
>>
>> Ansley Mall at the top of the hill
>> was my last stop so I'd ring the bell.
>> I'd had a fine trip
>> now it was time to slip
>> Into some peace and quiet for a spell.
>>
>> -Will Dockery (2020)
>>
>> ----
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2021/05/journey-in-past.html

> Interesting and fact filled poem....

Good evening, thanks again for the nod.

🙂