From: cujo@petitmorte.net   
      
   mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) wrote in   
   news:1fidnVve3_8hewH0nZ2dnZfqnPudnZ2d@giganews.com:   
      
   >> NancyGene wrote:   
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   >>> HarryLime wrote:   
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   >>>> Will-Dockery wrote:   
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   >>>>> HarryLime wrote:   
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   >>>>>> NancyGene wrote:   
   >>>>>>   
   >>>>>>> HarryLime wrote:   
   >>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>> NancyGene wrote:   
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   >>>>>>>>> Will Dockery wrote:   
   >>>>>>>>> nancygene.andjayme@gmail-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (NancyGene)   
   >>>>>>>>> posted:   
   >>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>> HarryLime wrote:   
   >>>>>>>>>> David Dalton wrote:   
   >>>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>> Here’s a poem by Dorothy Livesay   
   >>>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>> -------   
   >>>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>> How do you interpret that? I guess there are   
   >>>>>>>>>> many complex mth roots of 1=2*n*pi, n=0,1,2...   
   >>>>>>>>>> Also I guess the heart could be a cardioid. :-)   
   >>>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>> In the above poem some multiple spaces will   
   >>>>>>>>>> have been converted to a single space by my   
   >>>>>>>>>> newsreader Hogwasher, which does not   
   >>>>>>>>>> allow posting of multiple spaces (or spaces   
   >>>>>>>>>> at the start of a line) or of multiple blank lines.   
   >>>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>> Searching for actual mathematical equations regarding the   
   >>>>>>>>>> root of one, might be over thinking it a bit.   
   >>>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>> Its message is more elementary than that; she's applying   
   >>>>>>>>>> mathematical formulas to sexual patterns:   
   >>>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>> Much talk... no bed.  Or, MT>B.  B=0.   
   >>>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>> Some talk... some bed.  Or, ST=B.  B=ST.   
   >>>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>> No talk... all bed; and talk tomorrow.  Or, NT>>>>>>>>> tomorrow.   
   >>>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>> IOW: The speaker is recognizing patterns in her mate's sexual   
   >>>>>>>>>> behavior which she sarcastically refers to as "the great   
   >>>>>>>>>> game."   
   >>>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>> Recognizing the patterns reduces sex to a "game" -- a   
   >>>>>>>>>> predetermined set of movements that one goes through by rote.   
   >>>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>> This, in turn, reduces the speaker's desire.   
   >>>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>> She says that she meant to "hold your bones deep to the root   
   >>>>>>>>>> of one."  This passage is full of sexual overtones (winking   
   >>>>>>>>>> references to penile erection and deep penetration),   
   >>>>>>>>>> reflecting the wild, uncontrolled passion she had felt.   
   >>>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>> Unfortunately, her recognition of their behavioral "formulas"   
   >>>>>>>>>> regarding sex has put her out of the mood.  B=0.   
   >>>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>> It's clever, but emotionally flat.   
   >>>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>> The poem is also not in the public domain in the US or   
   >>>>>>>>>> Canada.  Ms. Livesay died in 1996, so that is not:  "General   
   >>>>>>>>>> Rule (Post-2022): Death of author + 70 years."   
   >>>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>> David Dalton, please do not commit copyright infringement.   
   >>>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>> Perhaps David is unaware of the recent changes in Canadian   
   >>>>>>>>> Copyright law.   
   >>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>> > perhaps you are also:   
   >>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>> As far as I know I mostly up to date, as George Dsnce and I   
   >>>>>>>> have discovered the changing laws in Canada here several times   
   >>>>>>>> over the years.   
   >>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>> "Before December 30, 2022, the general copyright term in Canada   
   >>>>>>>> was the life of the author plus 50 years (ending on December 31   
   >>>>>>>> of that 50th year). This standard applied to most literary,   
   >>>>>>>> dramatic, musical, and artistic works. Works already in the   
   >>>>>>>> public domain as of December 31, 2021, remained free."  (From   
   >>>>>>>> George Dance's favorite source.)   
   >>>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>>> Ms. Livesay died in 1996.  David Dalton should be able to do   
   >>>>>>>> the math.   
   >>>>>>>   
   >>>>>>   
   >>>>>>   
   >>>>>   
   >>>>>   
   >>>>> I'd mentioned in the past that my earliest extant poem dates from   
   >>>>> around the time I was 16.   
   >>>>   
   >>>>   
   >>>> I'm not far behind you, then   
   >>>>   
   >>>> I did recently find some old comic strips I drew back around 1969.   
   >>>   
   >>>   
   >>> Your basic math skills are as deplorable as your basic English one.   
   >>>   
   >>> You would have been 10/11 years old in 1969.   
   >>>   
   >>> That's 5/6 years younger than 16.   
   >>>   
   >>> Dumbass.   
   >>   
   >>   
   >> Time means nothing to Will Donkey, since he has no markers with which   
   >> to note its passing.  No work, no family, no chores, no friends, no   
   >> money, no furniture, no soap.   
   >   
   >   
   >   
   > He's got a few markers to go: school vs post-dropping out, job vs   
   > living off of his brother's disability check, living off of his   
   > brother's disability check vs post-DirtNap poverty, shed dwelling vs   
   > tarp dwelling, teeth vs snaggletoof.   
   >   
   > He just hasn't matured any (either as a person or a writer) since the   
   > first time he flunked the 4th grade.   
      
   Talent vs. talentless, deloused vs. louse ridden, Douchebag vs. normal.   
      
   Strike three, Douchebag.   
      
   --   
   "The fact that it doesn't apply to the poem is of little consequence to   
   you, because your poems don't have a literary basis, because you're   
   functionally illiterate and haven't got a clue as to what a poem is." -   
   Little Willie Douchebag gets another asskicking from Pendragon   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
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