Will Dockery
2009-12-28 01:52:59 UTC
On Dec 27, 4:28 pm, Barbara's Cat <"Where's the Sestina, Barbie?>
as I recall, Barbie:
http://groups.google.com/group/alt.music.lyrics/browse_thread/thread/3a0b45d6b9ecae8d
redneck friends by telling them, "Well, Hank Williams was a poet,
too." Profoundly true; probably the most such comment best she's ever
made on usenet.
Well, yeah, though she probably wouldn't dare make such a statement
today.
That post is worth reposting, where she brings in Tom T. Hall and
Merle
Haggard songs as examples of great poetry:
http://www.guitartablab.com/forums/showthread.php?t=12154
From: Barbara's Cat (***@127.0.0.1)
Subject: Re: National Poetry Month - April 29, 2004: What lovely
locomotion!
View: Complete Thread (8 articles)
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Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Date: 2004-04-29 07:15:41 PST
There are so many candidates for your subject-of-the-day, how can I
choose
just one? Well, I'm going to present Tom T. Hall, one of the greatest
(IMHO)
song/poem/story writers that have ever lived. You might remember a
song he
wrote titled "Harper Vally P.T.A.", a No. 1 hit on the country music
charts
in 1968 that was sung by Jeannie C. Riley.
Here are two songs that I think are, in their own way, poetry. The
first
one, "I Love", was a No. 1 hit in 1973 (it also made the pop charts
that
same year). The other, "The Year that Clayton Delaney Died", was No. 1
in
1971.
I LOVE
I love little baby ducks,
old pick-up trucks,
slow-moving trains,
and rain.
I love little country streams,
sleep without dreams,
Sunday school in May,
and hay.
And I love you too.
I love leaves in the wind,
pictures of my friends,
birds in the world,
and squirrels.
I love coffee in a cup,
little fuzzy pups,
bourbon in a glass,
and grass.
And I love you too.
I love honest open smiles,
kisses from a child,
tomatoes on the vine,
and onions.
I love winners when they cry,
losers when they try,
music when it's good,
and life.
And I love you too.
- Tom T. Hall
THE YEAR THAT CLAYTON DELANEY DIED
I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died.
They said for the last two weeks that he suffered and cried.
It made a big impression on me, although I was a barefoot kid.
They said he got religion at the end and I'm glad that he did.
Clayton was the best guitar picker in our town.
I thought he was a hero and I used to follow Clayton around.
I often wondered why Clayton, who seemed so good to me,
never took his guitar and made it down in Tenn-o-see.
Well, Daddy said he drank a lot, but I could never understand.
I knew he used to pick up in Ohio with a five-piece band.
Clayton used to tell me, "Son you better put that old guitar away,
there ain't no money in it, it'll lead you to an early grave."
I guess if I'd admit it, Clayton taught me how to drink booze.
I can see him half-stoned a-pickin' out the lovesick blues.
When Clayton died I made him a promise, I was gonna carry on somehow
I'd give a hundred dollars if he could only see me now.
I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died.
Nobody ever knew it but I went out in the woods and I cried.
Well, I know there's a lotta big preachers that know a lot more than
I
do, but it could be that the good Lord likes a little pickin' too.
Yeah, I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died.
- Tom T. Hall
I hope you enjoyed this post.
Cm~
----
Oh, yeah... of course "we" did, Barbie.
--
New poetry & music recordings by Will Dockery
http://www.myspace.com/willdockery
Cry tears into their beers.
That's right, you were the one who once wrote "Hank was a poet, too.",as I recall, Barbie:
http://groups.google.com/group/alt.music.lyrics/browse_thread/thread/3a0b45d6b9ecae8d
There's at least one good post from Barbie where she expounds on her love of Country music, and calls it poetry...
I remember a bit of that: how she'd defend her poetry writing to herredneck friends by telling them, "Well, Hank Williams was a poet,
too." Profoundly true; probably the most such comment best she's ever
made on usenet.
today.
That post is worth reposting, where she brings in Tom T. Hall and
Merle
Haggard songs as examples of great poetry:
http://www.guitartablab.com/forums/showthread.php?t=12154
From: Barbara's Cat (***@127.0.0.1)
Subject: Re: National Poetry Month - April 29, 2004: What lovely
locomotion!
View: Complete Thread (8 articles)
Original Format
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Date: 2004-04-29 07:15:41 PST
There are so many candidates for your subject-of-the-day, how can I
choose
just one? Well, I'm going to present Tom T. Hall, one of the greatest
(IMHO)
song/poem/story writers that have ever lived. You might remember a
song he
wrote titled "Harper Vally P.T.A.", a No. 1 hit on the country music
charts
in 1968 that was sung by Jeannie C. Riley.
Here are two songs that I think are, in their own way, poetry. The
first
one, "I Love", was a No. 1 hit in 1973 (it also made the pop charts
that
same year). The other, "The Year that Clayton Delaney Died", was No. 1
in
1971.
I LOVE
I love little baby ducks,
old pick-up trucks,
slow-moving trains,
and rain.
I love little country streams,
sleep without dreams,
Sunday school in May,
and hay.
And I love you too.
I love leaves in the wind,
pictures of my friends,
birds in the world,
and squirrels.
I love coffee in a cup,
little fuzzy pups,
bourbon in a glass,
and grass.
And I love you too.
I love honest open smiles,
kisses from a child,
tomatoes on the vine,
and onions.
I love winners when they cry,
losers when they try,
music when it's good,
and life.
And I love you too.
- Tom T. Hall
THE YEAR THAT CLAYTON DELANEY DIED
I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died.
They said for the last two weeks that he suffered and cried.
It made a big impression on me, although I was a barefoot kid.
They said he got religion at the end and I'm glad that he did.
Clayton was the best guitar picker in our town.
I thought he was a hero and I used to follow Clayton around.
I often wondered why Clayton, who seemed so good to me,
never took his guitar and made it down in Tenn-o-see.
Well, Daddy said he drank a lot, but I could never understand.
I knew he used to pick up in Ohio with a five-piece band.
Clayton used to tell me, "Son you better put that old guitar away,
there ain't no money in it, it'll lead you to an early grave."
I guess if I'd admit it, Clayton taught me how to drink booze.
I can see him half-stoned a-pickin' out the lovesick blues.
When Clayton died I made him a promise, I was gonna carry on somehow
I'd give a hundred dollars if he could only see me now.
I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died.
Nobody ever knew it but I went out in the woods and I cried.
Well, I know there's a lotta big preachers that know a lot more than
I
do, but it could be that the good Lord likes a little pickin' too.
Yeah, I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died.
- Tom T. Hall
I hope you enjoyed this post.
Cm~
----
Oh, yeah... of course "we" did, Barbie.
--
New poetry & music recordings by Will Dockery
http://www.myspace.com/willdockery