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Organization: Bar-Ilan University Computing Center, Israel
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1992 13:10:03 IST
From: <X67107@BARILVM.BITNET>
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: squirrels in the ceiling / Frances+Marek (1990)

In article <1992Dec12.065719.18255@news.cs.indiana.edu>, "Marek Lugowski"
<marek@moose.cs.indiana.edu> says:
>
>"squirrels in the ceiling"
>by Frances Schuetz and Marek Lugowski.
>Copyright 1990 by Frances Schuetz.
>Copyright 1990 by Marek Lugowski.

This double copyright how does it work, can one publish without the other's
consent ?

      squirrels in the ceiling
      ----------------------------------------------------------------------

>     a while ago, some flying squirrels nested in the ceiling in my forest
>     house.  they scratched around and the babies sometimes fell through
>     into the house and i had to chase them around with a rubbermaid bucket
>     and kick them outside.  it was a mess.  i wanted them to leave so i

      Many, many and many more lines deleted.

>     got it out alive and in fact out at all, already regretting the
>     silence in the ceiling -- only after it fluidly jumped up the
>        nearest tree.

I am curious, is the above a realy a poem?

I only ask becase it does not look or sound like one. (Not to add that
the plot is not the height of sopistication). There are no poetical
merits that I can ascribe to the above except that the end was clearly
defined.

Is this what you call free verse ?
It is certainly free of poetical traits.

Perhaps you sould repost this elsewhere. There are some PROSE groups.
                                                        =====
The people may forgive some what shorter than usual lines, But than
this is not what one calls good prose either.

Perhaps you should decide what it is that you intend to write, Before
you try to write type or whatever it is that you do.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------
H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H A H
                      Oren THE Manical Magican
              I was not born to be a critic (What a relief)
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From: lyra@camelot.bradley.edu (Heather Loresch)
Subject: one more try!
Summary: yet again, my babbling
Organization: Bradley University
Date: 15 Dec 92 20:32:41 GMT


ok, fist thing i'd like to do is to thank everyone who responded to my
other posting. i am working on revising that work according to
everyone's suggestions. i'm not a poet, but i'd like to improve my
style a bit.
here's one more i'd like to have look-see and critique if you don't
mind. thanks so much!!!!


On the Death of My Friend

Every dream must one day die.
Every dawn sometime must break.
To the world both you and I
Between us not a difference make.

I walked across the meadow fair
And sat down by the river's side.
I saw my face reflected there
With pain and grief and hurt. I cried.

This water's deep and crystal clear.
How quickly would it's waters end
This painful life, this endless fear
Of going on without my friend.

Perhaps I'll stay another day
And not do what I'm thinking of.
Perhaps I'll learn to live okay
In a world with no more love.
  -hal

thanks.

--
"Le coeur au bonheur
 j'espere et j'ai peur" -from the les miserables french concept
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: smithm@columbia.dsu.edu (Matthew P. Smith)
Subject: Lovers
Organization: Dakota State University
Date: Sat, 12 Dec 1992 20:08:28 GMT

Lovers
no one to hold
when I'm sad and alone
no one to care
when I'm on my own
no one to love me
but as I have been shown;
life is for lovers
who talk on the phone
walk with each other
and are never alone
that speak to each other
in a soft, tender tone
whose hearts are now sand
though they may once have been stone
and through each other
they both will have grown;
now gently, softly
turn to her
and let her know
just how much
you truly love her.
-mps
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From: wlodek%wiltel@uunet.uu.net (Wlodzimierz Holsztynski)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: *	*	*	*	* *   /wlod 92-12-16
Summary: from wlod not tom
Keywords: from wlod not tom
Date: 18 Dec 92 15:56:06 GMT
Reply-To: wlodek%wiltel@uunet.uu.net
Organization: Canon Research Centre Europe Ltd

= 





		*	*	*	*	* *
	
		a four-wheeled drop of the blue sky
		rolls down the concrete road
		following a swiftly moving black hole
		up under the train of gray clouds
		while pines on the sides don't give in
		to fall
	
					H.Texas
					1992-12-16


___
   \___


(from wlod not tom)



-- 

Tom Wachtel (wachtel@canon.co.uk)
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From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: Re: Suggestions for Reducing Traffic
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 18:31:47 GMT

In article <1992Dec15.092546.7439@leland.Stanford.EDU> jchien@leland.Stanford.EDU (Jennifer Crystal Fang-Chien) writes:
>
>
>	Well, after hearing many comments on this issue, I've found that
>	having r.a.p.d involves a few problems I hadn't considered,

>	...but I encourage someone 
>	who supports this idea to take up the standard procedures for
>	forming a new newsgroup.
>
>
>Jennifer


		"Who's going to save the world, 
		 now that I step down"

				-- Cindy Lee Berryhill
From: jtrue@acpub.duke.edu (jtrue)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: fuck / jtrue
Date: 18 Dec 92 20:09:58 GMT
Followup-To: rec.arts.poems
Organization: the gospel of zagnut

In article <382@uiunix.ui.org>, donz@uiunix.ui.org (Don Zirilli) wrote:
> 
> In article <1992Dec17.170930.10834@news.acns.nwu.edu> marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski) writes:
> >
 
> uh-oh, Marek.  You're picking on Sir True, who is not a mental midget.
  

Ah but I am, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten myself into this stupid
little flamewar.  Next time I think I'll just shut the fuck up.

-jtrue
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From: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Subject: Re: zinfandel / Marek Re: 
Reply-To: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Organization: Iowa State University
Date: Fri, 18 Dec 1992 22:58:55 GMT

In article <1992Dec18.222610.22858@u.washington.edu>,
zola@hardy.u.washington.edu (riene des tournesols) writes:
> don't make assumptions, and I have long ago learned all I
> can from pigs.


Ah, don't jump to conclusions about your own limitations (or the pigs', for
that matter).  Now that I have lived in the capitol of pigdom for longer than
I care to count up right now,  


	what i have learned from pigs
	-------------------------------------------------------------

	shit stinks.  
	a lot.  
	some pigs are pink but most are black
	and they all weigh.
	a lot. 

	when the wind sets right
	everyone in iowa
	has the essential treat
	of living with pigs.
	pigs like to spread the fun around.

	pigs are less cute in the farmyard
	then on tv
	and on the whole i would rather have
	a silk purse,

	but you cannot make coq au vin rouge
	without killing some pigs.


Marie Coffin
December 18, 1992


	higgledy-piggledy my black sow
	once the symbol of fatty, she's white meat now,
	but nothing she hears in greek or pig-latin
	will transform her hide from pigskin to satin.
From: ch526@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Les Jensen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Forever There (Poem - C&C Appreciated)
Date: 17 Dec 1992 01:17:28 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, Ohio (USA)
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Forever There
-------------

The luster of life is lost
And the meaning of life is meaningless

I wish back, when life was a small eternity
Before it ended on that last platinum day of Autumn

I cry with the wishing and wanting that bleeds from
the mortal wound of my soul

The whispering words of self despair drifts away
To be forever unheard, but forever there
----------------------------------------------------------------

All opinions, comments and advise will be gratefully accepted...
From: bunny@bsu-cs.bsu.edu (Marsh)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Poem - Nutcracker, Sweet
Date: 20 Dec 92 20:53:22 GMT
Organization: CS Dept, Ball St U, Muncie, Indiana


NUTCRACKER, SWEET
ala Nabakov

The haunting strings are back again
and Ute, in demonic splendor,
fills her cup and whirls softly,
preening to admiring crowds.

The shadow lover knocks, and enters,
rich and heavy with himself,
his form too slender for his cloak;
and bows, betrays his role.

Innocence, a mask put on for show,
cavorts - no girl could scheme
nor man proclaim foul presence,
muddied waters, bloodied sheets.

Pretense is hollow, thin veneered;
but all the goodwives trust, in vain,
this mincing prince and wayward virgin
wrapped within each others' scents.

The fragile soldier tumbles, breaks,
is robbed of all illusion's joys
appears a mere nutcracker, sweet;
is tossed aside as ragged splinters.

The brightness of the scene deceives
and, ages hence, the words are dim
and shrouded, calm dispersed -
taboos in vacuous forms erode in time.

-Tracy Flynn-Marsh
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: alvin@ucsu.Colorado.EDU (Kenneth Alvin)
Subject: Don't Choke on Your Oyster
Organization: University of Colorado, Boulder
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 23:08:41 GMT



Don't Choke on Your Oyster
--------------------------


Too many lights, no people,
think this is or was a dream,
paper napkin clean ashtray
expensive tabs for average
time flows out splashing
needlessly over a dead waterwheel
burning into the filter.
But time is lean and shy
and tries always to be
there, there, not here;
beware when it lingers and collects.
The world grows deadly
when the gods are bored.


(1984)
-- 
comments, criticism welcome...
-Ken
alvin@ucsu.colorado.edu
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From: alvin@ucsu.Colorado.EDU (Kenneth Alvin)
Subject: Chilled
Organization: University of Colorado, Boulder
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 23:17:56 GMT




Chilled
-------


Rain gently chilled,
Where were you?
Lighted sidewalk shuffle,
Shopping, thinking,
Slowly collecting in corners,
About what?
Then kicked around.
Why we have to talk.
It makes its way ever up,
Just forcing issues,
floating weightless,
Got to maintain, maintain,
to fall again and again,
Maintain a sense of mystery,
for the coming of the rain.


June, 1985
-- 
comments, criticism welcome...
-Ken
alvin@ucsu.colorado.edu
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From: mtaranto@shearson.com (Mark Taranto)
Subject: D/1/Alternatives to moderation....(the extremes)
Organization: Yale CS Mail/News Gateway
Date: Fri, 11 Dec 1992 20:55:54 GMT



It is clear to me that the only reason that some people want to restructure
rec.arts.poems is because they don't want threads like the recent one
with Mikhail Zeleny to take over the group.  I think that the idea of
reorganizing a newsgroup to keep an unpopular person out of it is
reprehensible.
 
In addition, I don't see that restructuring the group will help anything.
I also don't think it makes sense to have separate groups for posting poems
and for the discussion of those poems.  I read this newsgroup for the
discussion.  I've been impressed with a few poems which I've seen, but
for the most part I find that the discussion can be interesting, and the
poetry forgettable.
 
If the discussions are allowed, then there is always the possibility for
a flame war.
 
I've seen several very long threads involving MZ.  The only way that they
end is when the others decide to give up.
 
If you want the flow of traffic in r.a.p to slow down, then the ONLY
way to do it is:
 
        1.  Stop responding to threads that have taken over a newsgroup.
            This includes posting complaints about the thread.  If you
            want to tell someone to stop -- do it in e-mail.
 
        2.  Refuse to respond to flames that are off the subject.
 
        3.  Stop talking about reorganizing the newsgroup -- and get
            back to poems and discussions about them.
 
Personally, I don't care how much traffic there is here -- I skip over
most of it, and rarely post anything in this group (despite the fact
that some r.a.p regulars have portrayed me as an evil Cardinal).
 
I'll vote NO to any change, and will encourage others to do the same
(and I'll recruit them from the URDU group :-).
 
Mark
From: alpope@toss.Eng.Sun.COM (Alan L. Pope)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: Computer Poems
Date: 12 Dec 1992 23:42:24 GMT
Organization: Sun Microsystems
Distribution: world
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In article 1gatq0INN3e2@athena.sdsu.edu, jbartran@sciences.sdsu.edu (Jonathan Bartran) writes:
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From jbartran@sciences.sdsu.edu (Jonathan Bartran)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Computer Poems
Date: 11 Dec 1992 20:30:51 GMT
Organization: San Diego State University, College of Sciences
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X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL7]

Yup.  My opinion exactly!		[ The article was completely blank. ]

---
"Not ideas about the thing but the thing itself." -- Wallace Stevens
					Alan Pope <alan.pope@Eng.Sun.COM>
From: jbartran@sciences.sdsu.edu (Jonathan Bartran)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: this is a test
Date: 14 Dec 1992 03:24:47 GMT
Organization: San Diego State University, College of Sciences
NNTP-Posting-Host: sciences.sdsu.edu
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL7]


this is a test.


this is a te4st



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From: "Marek Lugowski" <marek@moose.cs.indiana.edu>
Subject: rhyming a bird / Marek, Re: COMPUTER GAMES
Organization: Indiana University, Bloomington
Distribution: rec
Date: Fri, 18 Dec 1992 11:39:50 -0500

In article <385@uiunix.ui.org> donz@uiunix.ui.org (Don Zirilli) writes:

>But more importantly, O'Tooles are no longer recognized

That's why some hang flashing xmas lights on them so as to avoid accidents.

>filled by one Josef O'Toole (now, there was a rhymer!) who is no longer with
>us

In the Talmudic tradition, I must say, that this is too bad:  It would
be betteer for the world if we could protect it by taking Joe Green on
our own bruised (braised?) (pork) ribs.

>and whom Candlestick (non-rhymer) is awaiting as she mingles with her
>Urdu captors.

Gosh, mingling with one's captors is hard for a woman, but at least I
worry not for her virtue.  The Urdus are honorable and at most gaze
into the rainbows on pearls of dew (on grass, not on girls), averting
eyes from her (flint) eyes, and besides, don't they eschew the concept
of the null set?

>To become an O'Toole these days, one must volunteer and go
>through stringent initiation ceremonies.  Kathleen, for one, almost didn't 
>survive.

Must be circumcision or something.  Most primitive cultures also paint 
bodies and dance a bit.  I hope Kathleen's bleeding was stopped before
she lost too much iron.  She seems to have recovered, except for the nome.

>As O'Toole archivist, it now behooves me to present my translation of the
>earliest extant rhyming O'Toole poem, written by Avid O'Toole in the 
>Atlantean Era:
>
>In a bed of feathers, embracing like ducks,
>my dick in your cunt gently fucks.
>
>
>The original bird was more like a distended chicken, but since it no longer
>exists I took the license to use a bird that rhymes.

I don't know, I don't know...  Rhyming with an unconsenting bird is a form
of rape and leads to dangerous duck abuse.  I would hope we could be more
sensitive to the other species in our selfish pursuits of bestiality.  As
we say in Poland:  After all, duck is people too.  And what will you say
to Duck Totem people who come to breaka yer face for sacrilege?

				-- Marek (Totem/Dreaming 22)

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From: frank@IASTATE.EDU (Frank A Poduska)
Subject: Re: hysterical bucket household / Jesus Marek and Marie Chain Gang
Reply-To: frank@IASTATE.EDU (Frank A Poduska)
Organization: Iowa State University
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1992 21:47:01 GMT

>  mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin) (+M) writes:
> >
> >		hysterical bucket household
> >		-------------------------------------------------------------
> >
....
> >		and in her little house
> >		on the side of the hill
> >		tending the lone cow
> >		they're living there still
> >		the lonely woman, the lone cow,
> >		the hysterical bucket with a dead man
> >		and awful poetry.

Reminds me of 'The Woman in the Dunes' by Kobo Abe.

--
Frank Poduska                 frank@iastate.edu
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From: alk4@ellis.uchicago.edu (Alex L. Karan)
Subject: Marek
Reply-To: alk4@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago Computing Organizations
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 20:48:39 GMT

When I originally read "like shakespeare" I 
thought: the poor soul has been reading too much
Marek.

Marek apparently has a mission with the word fuck
or what it means or what he wants it not to mean.
A perfectly respectable mission,
but certainly does not imply
that's all we can do as modern poets.

Alex

Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: sheilah@wam.umd.edu (Danny-Boy)
Subject: Don and John, stu
Organization: University of Maryland, College Park
Date: Fri, 18 Dec 1992 20:00:32 GMT


DonZirrrrrrrrrrr[roll]-ill-eeeeeeeee Toodles-Master o Duh.

My Grin Headache


I saw a dragon melting, green and slippery,
fading in lilies among meadow edges,
melting due to dreaming, eyes skipping
with a childish attitude and three grins:
I see you grin, you see me grin, and
my grin is your grin.


Posthumous O'Toole
12-21-92

	I hope that popped your bubble, Sheila.

no chucklehead. ARGH. Your words ARNT supposed to melt at the
beginning. fuh.

Please try again.

Maybe I posted this or maybe I didn't. fun thing it is, to claim words.
anyway, I broke my connection before it was posted, only a comment
on one line.

John True wrote:

[poem]	

note that bacteria don't fuck,/but they do conjugate,

this was an interesting observation.  I probably paused a while to think about 
bacteria fucking. John makes up a rule, any way, bet he would break it in some 
other poem to give a different way of looking at bacteria and fucking.
Just like I can remember reading something about trees fucking by someone
sometime.





-- 
I am always wrong. Don't believe me ever.
stark raving sane  sheilah@wam.umd.edu
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From: alvin@ucsu.Colorado.EDU (Kenneth Alvin)
Subject: Long Lost
Organization: University of Colorado, Boulder
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 23:06:05 GMT




Long Lost
---------


Facing this checkbook
with crosseyed tear,
and a bit of fear,
fostered by keen observers
and years-old memories.

Dear, do you belong here?
yes, we are the firstborn,
awake in the womb
awake in the womb
read the test patterns in my eye,
they can take you very far away.

We are the lost,
so long lost,
so they say.
They say we knew the cost,
they think they were right.
So long lost, so they say,
yet so quiet as we walk away.


may, 1985
-- 
comments, criticism welcome...
-Ken
alvin@ucsu.colorado.edu
From: e37larsen@skyfox
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: RE: HE CAME, NOT I
Date: 19 DEC 92 18:17:36 GMT
Organization: University of Saskatchewan
NNTP-Posting-Host: sask.usask.ca

In a previous article, sp15@quads.uchicago.edu (steven  paul) wrote:
> 
>"HE CAME, NOT I"  -- Steven E. Paul
> 
>Sheets wet with sex, blankets tossed upon cold tile...
>Clothing desperately clinging to bed posts, 
>Pillows supporting...
>    Comforting...
>    Hiding...
>    Fevered flesh...
>    Kneeling before GOD...
> 
>I saw as HE came
> 
>Holy fetishes cetered around holier relics...
> 
>    I gave testiment to him...
>      He took upon himself my prayers--
>        Carnal moans and yearnings...
> 
>        Delieverence has never been so fulfilling--
>   Communion, never so gratifying...
> 
>        I think I'll come
>    To His Church...
> 
>        ...MORE OFTEN... 
>____________________________________________________________________________
>STEVEN E. PAUL                         *   "A LOVER WHO HAS KNOWN NO LOVE...
>sp15@midway.uchicago.edu               *             THIS AM I..."
>                                       *





I wonder if this is how Mary felt?  (see Matthew 1:1-24)
But in her case it WAS God!!  :)



And, ever wonder how Joseph felt?   I mean, God slept with Mary before 
Joseph supposedly did.  If Joseph gets mad at God, God could get awfully
upset back...  







Strange thoughts such as these float through my brain now that exams are
done and I really have time to think!





Trina Larsen
E37Larsen@sask.usask.ca
From: petersm@jacobs.CS.ORST.EDU (Marguerite Petersen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Never Enough - a Poem
Date: 18 Dec 92 12:36:09 GMT
Article-I.D.: leela.1gsgjpINNsu3
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Organization: Computer Science Outreach Services - Oregon State University
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Our news server has been down for awhile *again*!  Just a little 
introspection during this holiday season.  



          		Never Enough

		there will never be enough to please you
		not of love or money or time
		abandoned by your father at the age of twelve
		you became the parent to your siblings
		and mother's confidente
		taking on responsibilities that were not yours
		and failing 
		because of your youth and inexperience
		trying to fill the gap that he left.

		even with a family of your own
		who would have cared if you let them
		you were always distant
		demanding what they could not provide
		a parent's love and support
		and ultimately driving them away
		to escape your neediness

		I weep for your loss
		and for my own
		for all that could have been
		might have been 
		but never was

			December 8, 1992

			Kathleen O'Toole


-- 
*************************************************************************
"Insufficient facts always invites danger, Captain."- Spock in Space Seed
	Marg Petersen	petersm@jacobs.cs.orst.edu
*************************************************************************
From: e37larsen@skyfox
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Long Distance
Date: 18 DEC 92 00:05:33 GMT
Organization: University of Saskatchewan
NNTP-Posting-Host: sask.usask.ca


There's been a thread of poetry on here with the theme of long distance
relationships.  It's helped me write one of my own.  This is still a very
rough draft, so bear with me...

untitled (as of yet)
------------------------------------

We met,
And somehow in that week
We fell in love
Though we both knew
It was crazy.

I had a boyfriend;
You live an entire province away.

But...

My boyfriend and I broke up,
You and I wanted to see each other again,
So I visited you.
Later, you visited me.

Our phone bills reflect our togetherness,
And we are together,
My heart and spirit are with you,
Yours are with me.

As each day passes,
The distance gets smaller.




Trina Larsen
E37Larsen@sask.usask.ca

Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: sara@gator.rn.com (Sara Gordon)
Subject: Re: A stolen question from Igor
Organization: The Gator Conferencing System 219-289-3745 
Date: Sat, 12 Dec 1992 07:56:26 GMT

wachtel@canon.co.uk (Tom Wachtel) writes:

>the thrusting fire of burning passion reaching new scales...?

mating in the air
requiring care i think that dragons
would soon be extinct if only
man by earthly bound
could recognize the secret sound
of dragon calls thru walls

one maiden pure   
made quite obscure
lace making thru the ages
looping curving grace the pace
of statued scales made fragiled pales
of colours once drawn deeply.

and wings outspread in gliding red
in stone mammilian grace to bed
of air reminded nostril flare
with left behind mosiac grey

rejoice. rejoice the day.






>Tom Wachtel (wachtel@canon.co.uk)
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