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   mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:   
   > Will Dockery wrote:   
   >> mpsilvertone@yahoo-dot-com.no-spam.invalid (HarryLime) posted:   
   > >> Will Dockery wrote:   
   > >> HarryLime wrote:   
   > >> NancyGene 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 >>   
   > >> 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.   
   > >>   
   > >> You would have been 10/11 years old in 1969.   
   > >>   
   > >> Again, that's correct.   
   > >>   
   > >> I was drawing comix in 1969, not really writing poetry quite yet.   
   > >>   
   > >> I've drawn literally thousands of comic strips throughout my life.   
   > >>   
   > >> You should have left those   
   > >   
   > > I don't agree obviously.   
   >   
   > Was posting it twice   
      
      
   Just catching up on a couple dozen posts from you and your fellow trolls   
   tonight, Harry.   
      
   HTH and HAND.   
      
   --   
   Poetry and songs of Will Dockery:   
   https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery   
      
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