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Greybeard Cavalier / Spacerock mix by Panda Gherrod Person Man

"A noise demon station to demonstrate documented events in hopes of continue
culture shock for peace and love movement."


"Greybeard Cavalier" Space Rockers mix from Panda Gherrod Person Man based
on work by Brian Fowler, P.D. Wilson, Will Dockery & T.O.T.M. (Theatre Of
The Mind).

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Re: will dockery unemployed again.

In alt.arts.poetry.comments on Mon, 26 Sep 2011 17:38:47 GMT, ggamble

<g…@youbet.net> wrote:

> Apparently, he can’t deliver pizza anymore.

> Are there any jobs for which he is qualified?

Walking insomnia remedy?

PJR :-)

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Re: Gary, let's get serious, for just a moment.

(Excuse the double-post):

"ggamble" g…@regretsofthe.nam wrote in message


> On 24-Sep-2011, adamlynn <adaml…@live.com> wrote:

>>  I’ve learned, over time, that I can’t always

>> trust my perceptions,

> You still can’t.


He sure nailed you pretty well, though, Gary.

Which is why you had to snip his post, am I right?

Shark Pact Manifesto / Will Dockery & Shadowville All-Stars:


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quarries of mercy

Those  quarries of mercy

that share their peace

despite the constant

sorrow; gladly

they spill the golden milk

of kindness and never cry.

They know true Love is constant,

like stone. With clear eyes

and clean hands they carry on.

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Marc Joseph Ironwood not religious ?

Marc Joseph Ironwood claims that he is
not relgious, but reprter Cole Dow put Marc

on the spot !


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my pet

No, not Ross or Gamble. I am having a PET scan. What amazing

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The Deserted Village, a poem by Oliver Goldsmith

The Deserted Village, a poem by Oliver Goldsmith


1: Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain,
2: Where health and plenty cheer’d the labouring swain,
3: Where smiling Spring its earliest visit paid,
4: And parting Summer’s lingering blooms delay’d;
5: Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease,
6: Seats of my youth, when every sport could please:
7: How often have I loiter’d o’er thy green,
8: Where humble happiness endear’d each scene!
9: How often have I paused on every charm,
10: The shelter’d cot, the cultivated farm,
11: The never-failing brook, the busy mill,
12: The decent church that topp’d the neighbouring hill;
13: The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade,
14: For talking age and whispering lovers made!
15: How often have I bless’d the coming day,
16: When toil, remitting, lent its turn to play,
17: And all the village train, from labour free,
18: Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree!
19: While many a pastime circled in the shade,
20: The young contending as the old survey’d;
21: And many a gambol frolick’d o’er the ground,
22: And sleights of art and feats of strength went round;
23: And still, as each repeated pleasure tired,
24: Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired-
25: The dancing pair that simply sought renown,
26: By holding out to tire each other down;
27: The swain mistrustless of his smutted face,
28: While secret laughter titter’d round the place;
29: The bashful virgin’s side-long looks of love;
30: The matron’s glance, that would those looks reprove.
31: These were thy charms, sweet village! sports like these,
32: With sweet succession, taught e’en toil to please;
33: These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed;
34: These were thy charms-but all these charms are fled.

35: Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn,
36: Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn;
37: Amidst thy bowers the tyrant’s hand is seen,
38: And Desolation saddens all thy green:
39: One only master grasps the whole domain,
40: And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
41: No more thy glassy brook reflects the day,
42: But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way;
43: Along thy glades, a solitary guest,
44: The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest;
45: Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies,
46: And tires their echoes with unvaried cries:
47: Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all,
48: And the long grass o’ertops the mouldering wall
49: And, trembling, shrinking from the spoiler’s hand,
50: Far, far away thy children leave the land.

51: Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,
52: Where wealth accumulates, and men decay.
53: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade;
54: A breath can make them, as a breath has made:
55: But a bold peasantry, their country’s pride,
56: When once destroy’d, can never be supplied.

57: A time there was, ere England’s griefs began,
58: When every rood of ground maintain’d its man;
59: For him light Labour spread her wholesome store,
60: just gave what life required, but gave no more:
61: His best companions, Innocence and Health;
62: And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.

63: But times are alter’d; Trade’s unfeeling train
64: Usurp the land, and dispossess the swain;
65: Along the lawn, where scatter’d hamlets rose,
66: Unwieldy wealth and cumbrous pomp repose;
67: And every want to luxury allied,
68: And every pang that folly pays to pride.
69: Those gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom,
70: Those calm desires that ask’d but little room,
71: Those healthful sports that graced the peaceful scene,
72: Lived in each look, and brighten’d all the green-
73: These, far departing, seek a kinder shore,
74: And rural mirth and manners are no more.

75: Sweet Auburn! parent of the blissful hour,
76: Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant’s power,
77: Here, as I take my solitary rounds,
78: Amidst thy tangling walks and ruin’d grounds,
79: And, many a year elapsed, return to view
80: Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew-
81: Remembrance wakes with all her busy train,
82: Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain.

83: In all my wanderings through this world of care,
84: In all my griefs-and God has given my share-
85: I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown,
86: Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down;
87: To husband out life’s taper at the close,
88: And keep the flame from wasting, by repose:
89: I still had hopes, for pride attends us still,
90: Amidst the swains to show my book-learn’d skill,
91: Around my fire an evening group to draw,
92: And tell of all I felt, and all I saw;
93: And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue,
94: Pants to the place f rom whence at first she flew,
95: I still had hopes, my long vexations past,
96: Here to return-and die at home at last.

97: 0 blest retirement, friend to life’s decline,
98: Retreats from care, that never must be mine,
99: How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these,
100: A youth of labour with an age of ease;
101: Who quits a world where strong temptations try,
102: And, since ’tis hard to combat, learns to fly!
103: For him no wretches, born to work and weep,
104: Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep;
105: No surly porter stands, in guilty state,
106: To spurn imploring famine from the gate;
107: But on he moves to meet his latter end,
108: Angels around befriending virtue’s friend;
109: Sinks to the grave with unperceived decay,
110: While resignation gently slopes the way;
111: And, all his prospects brightening to the last,
112: His heaven commences ere the world be past!

113: Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening’s close,
114: Up yonder hill the village murmur rose.
115: There, as I pass’d with careless steps and slow,
116: The mingled notes came soften’d from below;
117: The swain responsive as the milk-maid sung,
118: The sober herd that low’d to meet their young,
119: The noisy geese that gobbled o’er the pool,
120: The playful children just let loose from school;
121: The watch dog’s voice that bay’d the whispering wind,
122: And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind;-
123: These all in sweet confusion sought the shade,
124: And fill’d each pause the nightingale had made.
125: But now the sounds of population fail,
126: No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale,
127: No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread
128: But all the bloomy flush of life is fled-
129: All but yon widow’d, solitary thing,
130: That feebly bends beside the plashy spring;
131: She, wretched matron,-forced, in age, for bread,
132: To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread,
133: To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn,
134: To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn,-
135: She only left of all the harmless train,
136: The sad historian of the pensive plain.

137: Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled,
138: And still where many a garden-flower grows wild,
139: There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose,
140: The village preacher’s modest mansion rose.
141: A man he was to all the country dear,
142: And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
143: Remote from towns he ran his godly race,
144: Nor e’er had changed, nor wish’d to change, his place;
145: Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power
146: By doctrines fashion’d to the varying hour;
147: Far other aims his heart had learn’d to Prize,
148: More bent to raise the wretched than to rise.
149: His house was known to all the vagrant train;
150: He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain;
151: The long-remember’d beggar was his guest,
152: Whose beard descending swept his aged breast;
153: The ruin’d spendthrift, now no longer proud,
154: Claim’d kindred there, and had his claims allow’d;
155: The broken soldier, kindly bid to stay,
156: Sat by his fire, and talk’d the night away;-
157: Wept o’er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done,
158: Shoulder’d his crutch, and show’d how fields were won.
159: Pleased with his guests, the good man learn’d to glow,
160: And quite forgot their vices in their woe;
161: Careless their merits or their faults to scan,
162: His pity gave ere charity began,

163: Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,
164: And even his failings lean’d to virtue’s side;
165: But in his duty prompt at every call,
166: He watch’d and wept, he pray’d and felt for all:
167: And, as a bird each fond endearment tries,
168: To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies,
169: He tried each art, reproved each dull delay,
170: Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.

171: Beside the bed where parting life was laid,
172: And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismay’d,
173: The reverend champion stood. At his control,
174: Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul;
175: Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise,
176: And his last faltering accents whisper’d praise.

177: At church, with meek and unaffected grace,
178: His looks adorn’d the venerable place;
179: Truth from his lips prevail’d with double sway,
180: And fools, who came to scoff, remain’d to pray.
181: The service past, around the pious man
182: With steady zeal, each honest rustic ran;
183: E’en children follow’d, with endearing wile,
184: And pluck’d his gown, to share the good man’s smile;
185: His ready smile a parent’s warmth express’d;
186: Their welfare pleased him, and their cares distress’d;
187: To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given
188: But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven.
189: As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,
190: Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,
191: Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
192: Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

193: Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way,
194: With blossom’d furze unprofitably gay,
195: There, in his noisy mansion, skill’d to rule,
196: The village master taught his little school.
197: A man severe he was, and stern to view;
198: I knew him well, and every truant knew:
199: Well

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September 5-11, 2011

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   Sinzibuckwud! The Poet’s Experiences in, and on the way to and from,
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   Rick Lupert s 13th collection of poetry, written during a week-long
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   "Irreverent and yet somehow deeply empathic, many of the pieces
   showcase Lupert’s Prevert-like instinct for finding the profound in
   the absurd."

                  – Brendan Constantine

   Rick’s second book, originally published in 1997 with all of the
   original selected poems from artwork, introduction and orange-ness,
   along with a newly written "Re-Introduction" and a "bonus material"
   section featuring a selection of 29 additional (sometimes even MORE
   sophomoric) poems from the I Am My Own Orange County ‘era’.


Lupert: It’s The Website – & – Poetry Super Highway

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DT on aapc #1 — spontaneous anonymous for the public domain

as for me and any house,
an agreement can be made,
to self-afflict and dissipate
and foam up towards the rafters,
a spoiled mess of intangible pointlessness,
loafing on his borrowed bed,
sleeping past the postman’s call,
trodding, half drunk, out to her deliveries,
greeting, with shame, the patrons,
hoping to ignore the looks on those faces,
(as they surely be laughing)
hoping to forget the plastic dome,
the badge,
the uniform,
the purpose of her visit,
the money,
the food,
the agony of self-interest
and the pitiful, cowardly groveling it requires.
i could return to columbia;
find my husband,
shake him from his mother’s house,
refurbish our belongings together,
and hopefully stir up some good.
but that smoldering apathy,
it knows better,
(or maybe just drives better)
it talks a good game;
he and i convene at my bedside,
with plans to fly to Sweden,
and leave the poor bastard dangling in Carolina.
we joke of a thick
a surge in
a slight upon,
our backsides,
now turned up and receptive,
to the peaceful men in Malmo,
and we forget why we’ve been laughing.

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