Re: My Father's House / gjd (for new comments)

On Mon, 24 Feb 2025 19:16:33 +0000, HarryLime wrote:

On Mon, 24 Feb 2025 18:24:25 +0000, Will-Dockery wrote:
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HarryLime wrote:

Will Dockery wrote:

HarryLime wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
George J. Dance wrote:
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My Father's House
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!)
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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.
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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?
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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
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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.
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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.
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George J. Dance
from Logos and other logoi, 2021
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Here it is, MFH.
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Thank you for reposting this poem of mine, Will. While it's true that it
has been discussed a lot over the years, it also true that at least one
person wants to discuss it now; and this would be the appropriate place
to move those comments, rather than leaving them scattered all over the
group. So let's start with this one:
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On Mon, 3 Feb 2025 16:15:27 +0000, Michael Monkey Peabrain (MPP) aka
"HarryLime" wrote:
On Mon, 3 Feb 2025 13:06:00 +0000, George J. Dance wrote:
Why do you lie so much, George?
(That's a rhetorical question, as you've already intimated that your
pathological lying stems from you having been abused as a child.)
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No, Lying Michael: I have never said, or even "intimated" (!)

that I was

pathological, lying, or
"abused as a child".
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You wrote a "mostly autobiographical" poem detailing the abuses

you

suffered as a child, George.  And you're demonstrating your pathological
obsession with lying in your trio of denials, listed above.
https://www.novabbs.com/arts/article.php?id=15801&group=rec.arts.poems
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HarryLiar has manufactured yet another fake quote; I have never called
this poem "mostly autobiographical" or autobiographical in many

ways. I

have distinctly told him in the past that, while some of the speaker's
memories were based on my own childhood experiences, not all of them
were; I was using them in a work of creative fiction, not an
autobiography of any kind. So he lied and made up a fake quote to
support his lie.
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The poem is meant to be a dramatic monolgue, in the style of Browning
(His "My Last Duchess" is a good example), meant to get inside

the

psychology of a  speaker or persona. The speaker may have experienced
his childhood as "abuse" - HarryLiar calls it that but the

speaker

doesn't. The memories of it, though, have stayed on his mind, and he
wants to get rid of those memories (symbolized by burning down the house
at the end).
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It's deliberately left to the reader to decide if the speaker actually
had been abused by his father or not. I did structure it, for effect,
from the least to the most abusive-seeming experiences; from having to
use a back door and remove his shoes to enter the house, to doing
household chores, to doing garden work in the summertime, to not being
allowed to use some of the furniture, to having to stay inside alone at
night and be in bed early, to being subjected to corporal punishment.
Adding them together like that, it's easy enough to conclude that the
father had been abusive; but I'll point out that all of those events
were things children commonly experienced 50-60 years ago, and that none
of them were commonly considered abusive.
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As Karla Rogers often reminded us:
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"Try not to mistake the speaker in the poem with the writer of the
poem."
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As I'd noted in my post, Karla's oft-quoted adage (oft-quoted by you,
that is), is simply incorrect.
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My previous post explains why:
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"In fact, Karla's oft-quoted adage aside, one can *never* fully

separate

the two.
For instance, all of the characters in any author's fictional novel are
going to represent some aspect of the author.  Every poem stems from its
author's imagination... regardless of what external persons and/or
events might have inspired it.  Every literary work is similar to a
dream construct in that regard; and like a dream construct, can be
analyzed by a psychologist, a literary critic, or even the average
reader.  Since "My Father's House" was based to a large extent on

your

own childhood experiences, it literally begs for a psychoanalytical
reading."
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You dispute the wisdom of the mighty Karla Rogers?
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I'm here for the poetry.
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You're only here to lie and misrepresent, Harry.
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While I've been discussing the poetry of Robert Creeley for a
week now.
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You've made very few attempts to discuss anyone's poetry over the years
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No, I've discussed dozens of poems and poets here over more than two
decades.
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I challenged you to pick a Bukowski
poem of you choice, and write at least one paragraph
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I posted that months ago, Harry.
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Look it up.
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1) I'm not going to search though 1,000s of Usenet threads
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I've bumped it to the top for you several times, Pendragon.
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Apparently you didn't want to see it because it proves you wrong and we
all know you're not good with being proven wrong.

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I don't open 99% of your
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Well, that thread you should open rather than whining endlessly about
it.
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The thread is easy to spot, I think the title is:
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Bukowski.

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I scrolled through the topics that are currently showing up and found
one titled: "Re: Charles Bukowski."
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It quotes someone posting under the Username of "baloney" posting about
how he and Barfly had a "pirate" thing going on, then proceeds to quote
a Jimmy Buffett song.
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I'm assuming that "baloney" is you.
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"baloney" then says:
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"It probably goes without saying that Buk's one of my favorites, though
his name hasn't come up much lately (the last time was prbably when I
compared Chuck's "shock" style to Buk)... Dale Houstman gave me a very
memorable paperback book blurb quote when he wrote that I was "...a
better poet than Bukowski..." or something similar.
Anyhow, I don't have the book handy and no time to Google (a few hours
of sailboat repair await today) but "Boarding House Madrigals" is the
poetry book of Buk's I'd name as a favorite out of the dozens out
there, containing many favorites which were fun to read aloud when the
time came to wake up the audience. The one where Buk writes
 "...My old lady wouldn't let me sleep..." a few more lines "...so I
killed her."
and the one where he wakes up from a drunken night and finds his
friend with his big toes in his old lady's... well, you can guess
where, or know the poem already... I might look these up later, if
they're online somewhere, and post them here... great stuff."
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This is *not* a critical analysis of one of Bukowski's poems

It is definitely poetry commentary, which is what we do here, Harry.
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