Re: I Met A Girl / Will Dockery

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 18:07:07 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:

On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 16:47:50 +0000, HarryLime wrote:
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On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 16:08:18 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:
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On Wed, 5 Feb 2025 14:14:16 +0000, HarryLime wrote:
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On Sun, 2 Feb 2025 23:08:34 +0000, Will Dockery wrote:
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Anonymous wrote:
On Thursday, May 4, 2017 at 9:40:55 PM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:

I Met A Girl
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I met a girl
she came from California.
It was in a dream
we knew each other instantly.
She was a little freckled girl
from out of
my high school past.
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And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I've forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.
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We talked
a really detached situation.
She said years ago
I was so shy
she thought I was gay.
At this point I kissed her
and put my finger to her hole.
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And she looked up at me
and talked real spacey.
I have forgotten her name
though she told it to me twice.
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I don't know why it was
that I would think of her.
I made a couple of puns
about her name that made me blush.
But her softness in tone
made me feel all right.
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All I want to do
is get in contact.
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-Will Dockery / May 8 1982

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Good to see....

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Thanks again, as I was telling Mummy Chunk, in 1982 when writing these
poems I
was highly influenced by 1950s Beat poets and 1980s punk rockers.
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So please excuse the foul language.

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And as I have been explaining to you, it isn't a matter of foul
language.
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Your poem depicts you groping a woman you'd been barely acquainted with
in high school, after having just bumped into her in public.  Apparently
the groping was in response to her having said that you were so shy and
quiet in high school that she'd thought that you were gay.
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That's not foul language
 That's

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Again, you're misrepresenting, Pendragon.
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We were just having some fun, kissing and making out, as the young
people used to call it.
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HTH and HAND.

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That's not how it's depicted in your poem,

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Yes it is, Pendleton, you simply choose to misrepresent the content.

Here are the relevant passages from your poem presented in paragraph
form:
"I met a girl... from out of my high school past.  I've forgotten her
name.  We talked... a really detached situation.  she thought I was gay.
 At this point I kissed her and put my finger to her hole."
I don't see how anyone could "represent" that in any other light than
that of sexual abuse.

Perhaps you should consider rewriting it so that your "make out" session
didn't take place 30 seconds after

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You're mistaken, Pendragon, it didn't happen that quickly.

I'm reading what you put into your poem, Donkey.  If more time elapsed,
you need to make that clear.
With the possible (make that probable) exception of Stinky Zid, your
readers weren't there, and only know what *you* tell them about your
"romantic interlude" in your poem.
Since you don't seem to be getting it, I'll rephrase your poem in my own
words:
I had a dream where I ran into this girl that I recognized from high
school.  I didn't know her name, and had never spoken to her before. However, we immediately recognized each other's faces and started making
small talk.  She told me that I was so quiet and shy back then that she
thought I must have been gay. Just to show her how mistaken she had
been, I grabbed ahold of her, planted a kiss on her and "put my finger
to her hole."
It reads like you sexually assaulted a high school girl to show her that
you were a manly heterosexual.
If you can't see that as a misogynistic retelling of a sexual assault
against a probable minor, then I don't know what else to tell you.

you bumped into this woman you barely
knew (and whose name you couldn't remember),

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It was over forty years ago, so yes, I confess that I've forgotten her
name.

Your poem doesn't say that you'd forgotten over the 40 ensuing years,
Donkey.
It says that you didn't know her name at the time, and that even after
she'd told it to you -- twice -- you immediately forgot it.  This
implies that you didn't see her as a person, but entirely as an object
(a "hole").
You also derisively note that she sounded "spacey" -- revealing that her
personality was inconsequential to your desires.  You wanted a "hole,"
and she was there.

or in response to her
saying that when you were in high school together, she thought that you
were gay.

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Well, obviously she could see this wasn't true.

I don't know about that, Donkey.  Back then you were skinny as a rail,
sporting a white boy afro, and perpetually wearing a pair of dark shades
(even indoors and at night).

That way the only offensive thing would be your

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I apologize to all who were offended by the graffic depiction of our
somewhat tame romantic encounter.

Don't you realize that your "apology" is redirecting the blame on your
readers?  You're sorry if *they* chose to be offended by your "tame
romantic encounter."
Readers find it offensive because:
1) the girl appears to be either still in high school, or just out of
it,
2) you make it appear as if you barely knew her,
3) couldn't bother remembering her name after she'd told it to you,
4) kissed and groped her without her consent (to prove that you weren't
gay,
5) described your "romantic" in crude, impersonal, dehumanizing terms "I
put my finger to her hole."
Try apologizing for what you wrote (and apparently actually did in real
life), and not because you think your readers are easily offended.

misogynistic/objectifying reference to "her hole."
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Yes, I did apologize to those who were offended by the foul language,
and have explained that the writing style was influenced by Best poetry
and punk rock.
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And so it goes.

See above.  The language ("hole") is probably the least offensive part
of your poem, Donkey.
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