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From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: Re: not poetry, profanity, and general disgruntlement 
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 22:48:30 GMT

In article <1992Dec17.223026.13601@u.washington.edu> zola@hardy.u.washington.edu (blowtorch bitch) writes:
>
>What is rap coming to?  Even Sheila, Gaseous Celestial Body wanter, is
>saying "fuck you".
>
>>When you return, Don, do look for _Pleasures_.  I leave finding the author
>>an exercise to the literature-assertive, well-read and proof-desirous
>>seeker.  Also, you might consider the rather harder to find, "girrrl" 'zines
>>from Olympia, Washington and Washington, D.C. that reflect the new "riot
>>girl" thing.
>
>right.  some of this may prove to be interesting.
>
>>
>>I was calm, but now I'm found :) by the ever so dweeby pronouncements being
>>made on this newsgroup by persons who pose loudly but who know not what
>>they talk about, save for their uninformed general prejudices or
>>specialized political axes to grind.  All men hate women.  Fuck means rape.
>>Marek's poetry contributes to violence against women.  Love is a dead word.
>
>For those of you interested in meta-social phenomenon of 'the monkey at the 
>keyboard' or more locally 'idiots can write poetry occaisionally' I offer a 
>few of the latest posts.  Certain hominids being able to say something that
>is abjectly correct about 2% of the time, the rest of the time entirely 
>missing the point.  Certain poems, translations perhaps being accurate and 
>poetic, and the rest of the time showing distinct reasoning gaps.  Indeed 
>words are only words, but in their use they do show patterns of thinking.
>Sometimes fucked thinking. Sometimes missing the fucking point.
>
>And sometimes discussions happen, and instead of getting more specific 
>people get broader in their explanations so that the monkeys can grasp
>the concept.  And that is exactly what they do- grasp the general idea rather
>than the more subtle point.  Once again missing the fucking point.
>
>still:
>
>"Never try to teach a pig to sing, it wastes your time and annoys the pig."

Make up your mind, Rebecca, and I don't mean put rouge on your Area 17.

Am I a hominid, a pig, or a monkey?  Not all three, surely.  And whatever
I am, so are you, so where does that leave us?  If I may be said
to miss the point, you, honey, don't even make the pettycoat.

Take more archery lessons.  This pig could teach you.

Merry Berry.

				-- Marek
From: sheilah@wam.umd.edu (Danny-Boy)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: Music (snow)
Date: 12 Dec 92 15:55:55 GMT
Article-I.D.: wam.1992Dec12.155555.5840
Organization: University of Maryland, College Park



For the first time I saw an abundance of snow two days ago.
I learned that you make noise when you walk in snow. It is not
quiet a crunch, more like a sliding of leather like you are sitting
on a leather couch for a long time that sticks to your skin (although,
this isn't entirely it, and I will have to gather more data)

I also learned that it seems alienly quiet. After thinking about this
for a while, I decided it was because all this stuff was falling from
the sky and one grew to expect falling things to make lots of noise,
like the rain.

I didn't know if umbrella's were for snow, but I brought one anyway,
after a while, the snow kept getting into the back of my neck so
I put up the umbrella, the snow falling on the umbrella makes a clicking
noise. After a while, It quiets down also.

trina larson:
>                                Trina Larsen
[poem about snow. "Music"]
>Trina Larsen
>E37LARSEN@sask.usask.ca



I think all you have to do for a sig file in trn or rn is to creat a file
called .signature 
to follow up a post with the quotes, you press shift-f, to get help 
in news, type h either in an article or at the articel prompt.
-- 
I am always wrong. Don't believe me ever.
stark raving sane  sheilah@wam.umd.edu
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From: lichter@oahu.cs.ucla.edu (Michael I. Lichter)
Subject: Re: Poetyr submission request
Organization: UCLA, Computer Science Department
Date: Sun, 13 Dec 92 21:30:51 GMT

argent@iastate.edu (The Great Grendel-Khan) writes:
>Okay, a friend is looking to compose a collection of vampire poetry (either
>already published or not). Please credit all sources.   If you have any send
>them to her.  Or me, and I will forward them.  Please include the word
>Poetry in the subject line.


		vampire poetry submission
		---------------------------------------

		the whip cracks!
		yellow lips slide
		over moist yellow fangs
		an ancient animal smile

		a decaying cedar desk
		a wavering blue candle
		a poet's bloody back
		"ok. ok.  i'm writing!"
From: ch526@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Les Jensen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: I Don't Have Time (Poem)
Date: 13 Dec 1992 16:26:00 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, Ohio (USA)
NNTP-Posting-Host: hela.ins.cwru.edu


I Don't Have Time

I don't have time to think of what could have been,
Or what should have been.

I don't have time to feel regrets,
Or to ponder over lost sunsets.

I don't have time to wonder why,
Or think of all the time gone by.

I don't have time.........
------------------------------------------------------------
All opinions, comments and advise will be gratefully accepted...
From: donz@uiunix.ui.org (Don Zirilli)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: Music
Date: 15 Dec 92 20:23:54 GMT
Organization: UNIX International, Parsippany, NJ

In article <12DEC92.00495283@skyfox> e37larsen@skyfox writes:
>
>                        MUSIC
>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>
>        The music of snow falling down on the ground,
>        Creating white evergreens all 'bout the town.
>         White ghosts with green, a beautiful sight,
>           In front of a house, lit up by a light.
>
>         Standing there softly, not daring to speak,
>         Lest breaking the spell of enchanted white.
>             I listen and hear the city asleep,
>            No honking, no shouting, just peace.
>
>          All of this comes from the music of snow.
>                     Listen and hear it,
>                   The peace and the glow.
>

This reminds me of a villanelle I wrote o so long ago:

The Music Will Fall Low

The music will fall low
In a town somewhere above me,
And I see myself dying in the snow.

When I die a soft wind will blow,
I will be sheltered by a tree,
The music will fall low.

We all need time to reach and to grow,
To be cold and to be free,
And I see myself dying in the snow.

The girl in my room doesn't know
How clearly I can see
The music will fall low.

I really don't want her to go,
But we all have somewhere to be,
And I see myself dying in the snow.

A sweet girl's niceties will flow,
Couples will dance carefully,
The music will fall low,
And I see myself dying in the snow.


Pre-Posthumous Zirilli
1987

hmm...I've done better.  Oh well.
>
>                                Trina Larsen
>
>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>
>I'm new to the whole news group thing, and aside from c&c, I'd appreciate
>information on how to make .sig files, saving poems that I like, and how
>to reply to other messages by re-writing some of the previous message with
>the little > thing (or is it the other way around, I can't remember).
>Thank's in advance.
>
>Trina Larsen
>E37LARSEN@sask.usask.ca
Organization: Bar-Ilan University Computing Center, Israel
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 16:04:06 IST
From: <X67107@BARILVM.BITNET>
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: A real suggestion for reducing traffic

In article <gj156879.724472086@cunews>, gj156879@alfred.carleton.ca ( gj student
156879) says:

>Reducing Traffic
>----------------
>
>Blow up their cars.
>Kill pedestrians.

           how about this

 Reducing Traffic
 ----------------

 Stay in bed the whole day long
 Don't kill no one, it is wrong!

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                       Oren THE Laughing Magican
        But then some joke are not even funny .......Right ??
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From: jchien@leland.Stanford.EDU (Jennifer Crystal Fang-Chien)
Subject: Ducks -- jchien
Organization: The Land of Flowers (Stanford U.)
Date: Fri, 18 Dec 92 04:15:47 GMT


	ducks

	a pond in late autumn.
	crimson leaves are soaking,
	half-wetted russet.

		along the shoreline, 
		fine fingered grass shivers;
		the wind caresses.
	
	green, brown, and white necked ducks
	fluff themselves of water,
	waddle onto land
	
		to call the vessels in,
		weber's white crumbs
		arc across the tempered air.

	an Explosion shells the shore --
	thick, weighty stones;
	an insult extending from not-yet-strong hands.

		jean jackets, black and blue,
		voiceboxes that emit laughter;
		fresh t-shirts secret their molested youth.

	'stop...' floats featherlight,
	near their nonchalant ears;
	the stones fly, they fly.

		one can see,
		in the rutted grooves of their faces,
		the surfaces of ponds and crimson leaves.





				-- jennifer crystal chien



c/c welcome, as always.
From: sstover@sumax.seattleu.edu (   Wilde Dame)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: For M This Christmas / Sheryl
Date: 20 Dec 92 03:37:22 GMT
Organization: Seattle University
NNTP-Posting-Host: sumax.seattleu.edu

A different type of critter, more rambling than poem, but heartfelt and
Merry Christmas to you all...

	For M this Christmas
		-----------------------
	Woody Allen and the unexpected
	stolen kiss and cookies baking and
	stories of past Christmases and this only
	three months and one year in the life of us and
	back home for the holidays means sudden starts
	and stops and this night sparkles frozen
	and your hand on the small of my back
	chills me and warms me and takes me
	through the net of frost on the window and into
	the blue-black air


-- 
       Sheryl Stover  %  If you ask me what I have come to do in the world,
  & Hemingway & Clio  %  I who am an artist, I will reply: "I am here to
sstover@seattleu.edu  %  live aloud."                    -Emile Zola
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From: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Subject: rain, forest, fuck / Marie Coffin
Reply-To: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Organization: Iowa State University
Date: Mon, 14 Dec 1992 19:52:25 GMT


	rain, forest, fuck
	------------------------------------------------------------
	
	night fog and i step
	into rainforest air
	and this
	this is the drowning
	down and down
	beneath the shells
	minute fish swim
	in and out my legs
	
	this water i breathe 
	ragged and then smooth
	
	and this
	this is the pounding
	surf pounding into me
	pushing me to the shore
	forcing me to the tight
	white line
	and over
	
	and this is the yes.


Marie Coffin
December 14, 1992
From: X67107@BARILVM.BITNET
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: Renga [Check follow-ups before continuing!!!]
Date: 14 Dec 92 16:01:48 GMT
 <1992Dec9.165205.5547@midway.uchicago.edu> <1992Dec10.195208.5205@canon.co.uk>
Organization: Bar-Ilan University Computing Center, Israel

In article <1992Dec10.195208.5205@canon.co.uk>, wachtel@canon.co.uk (Tom
Wachtel) says:
   Slap echoes                                           - Mary Anne
   across acres of marble
   and jade

        The queen will not be taken                      - Michael Gobbi
        by one so lonely as a pawn

         it is dawn                                       - Tom
         i know because I looked
         laid across this cold jade
         I am not mistaken

        The dragon is awaiting,                           -Oren
       The sun is in his mouth.
        Milky rivers flowing
       So slow toward the south.



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From: "Marek Lugowski" <marek@moose.cs.indiana.edu>
Subject: a rose-fingered... / Marek, Re: not poetry, profanity, and general disgruntlement 
Organization: Indiana University, Bloomington
Date: Fri, 18 Dec 1992 12:12:49 -0500

In article <NIKOLAY.92Dec18072101@husc10.harvard.edu>
nikolay@husc10.harvard.edu (Philip Nikolayev) writes:

>> "Never try to teach a pig to sing, it wastes your time and annoys the pig."
>
>Bravo, this will surely provoke another bucketful from M & M!

Hahahahhahahh!  Nikolayev sucking up to the Wicked Witch of the West?  I
think I have not seen a circus of this magnitude since "The Life of the
Gypsies" or "Santa Sangre".  Phillip, I'll say this out of kindness:  Rebecca
does not need your alliance.  It looks bad on her vita.  Mysogynists are
not her kin.  Please don't confuse family arguments with your own business. :)

				-- Marek

                       (pronounciation hints  "trz" approx. => ch, in cherry
						"j"	    => y, in eyee
						"u"	    => oo, in look
						"e"	    => e, in fence
						"a"	    => a, in father)
						"o"	    => o, in toll)


		a rose-fingered is a rose-fingered is a rose 
		(for d. h.)
		-------------------------------------------------------------

in my language		
		there is no girl name
		dawn
		
		the girl name dawn
		would have been jutrzenka
		but in my language
		they girls get named
		after saint girls
		or with old pagan names
		alone
		
		no dawn is a woman
		in my language
		even though the rose-fingered isis
		is well-known
		her name's jutrzenka,
		dawn
		
		in my language
		dawn ends in in an a.
		so do girl names
		to a t.
		
		in my language
		dawn comes from tomorrow
		jutrzenka's from jutro,
		tomorrow
		
		tomorrow is for teaching
		jutrzenka
		how to say
		dawn
		
		in my language.

			Marek Lugowski
			2 March 1990
			Lake Monroe, Indiana


public domain -- Dawn-compatible for all Dawn release 1.0 or later.
		 For 0.9 and earlier compatibility consult the local
		 authorities.  Your mileage may vary with attitude.
		 This product fully complies with the existing Federal
		 standards.  Assumes a fluency in Polish or simulation thereof.
		 Not intended for commercial applications.  Medium duty:
		 for each 2 minutes of use allow 15 minutes off.  Do not eat.

		 For new and exciting serving tips consult your owner's mammal!
From: tshields@unssun.nevada.edu (Timothy Shields)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Revision
Keywords: Revision of work posted 4 months ago.
Date: 20 Dec 92 21:17:40 GMT
Reply-To: tshields@unssun.nevada.edu (Timothy Shields)
Organization: University of Nevada, Reno


A Conversation With Mike About Seven Weeks Before God Willed Him
To Las Vegas Owing Me Nearly Forty-five Bucks, The Bastard

"See, the bottom line
is that Christ,
Mohammed and Buhd'er
said--more or less,
exactly what James,
Einstein and Darwin said.
People worship messengers,
fuck the messengers
listen to the message."

Mike downshifts his rusting Volkswagen.
Precariously balances twenty-four ounces
of luke-warm coffee.
Hand speak frantically, so grateful
someone will listen.
After all, isn't that why he's here,
an offering?
A small morsel for every hungry agonstic
who needs less definition.

"Yo, nipple-dick,
want my lane too?"

Timothy Shields

tshields@unssun.unr.edu
"Spiffy, spiffy, everything is just fine, fine."
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From: itzenhui@cs.uwp.edu (Steve Itzenhuiser)
Subject: Re: for your reading enjoyment
Organization: University of Wisconsin - Parkside
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL8]
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 03:00:49 GMT

jmcbride@ccvax.ucd.ie wrote:
: 			Ode from a very hungry person
: 			to his (or her)  best friend,
: 			   a Haddock, called Phil.


: 				Oh,
: 				Wet Pet,
: 				Get Set
: 				To be,
: 				Ate.



: I thank you,



: james p mc bride


Very good, very good.
Really uplifting.
I thank you.

Steve
From: wachtel@canon.co.uk (Tom Wachtel)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: Chastity and other undesirables
Date: 14 Dec 92 20:39:27 GMT
Reply-To: wachtel@canon.co.uk
Organization: Canon Research Centre Europe Ltd

Annette Dexter writes:

> KeyMaster writes:
> 
> >Had we better situation,
> >An understood confirmation,
> >Witnessed by the eyes of Holy
> >That thy heart serves mine now only,
> >Could I only then begin
> >To see this act one not of sin.
> >For he who defies that which know
> >Moves the King to chequed position
> >I am one who serves the Lord,
> >One much stronger than thy blunt sword
> >Whose grace, if thy spirit not learn
> >The depths of hell is where you'll burn!
> >Chaste I am and will remain
> >Till a diamond leaves its stain
> >So take your leave, I wish not less;
> >And to those you haunt, I wish God Bless!
> >-E.S.Boese  (a.k.a KeyMaster)
> >ESB107@psuvm.psu.edu
> >boese@crayola.cs.psu.edu
> 
> 
> 		oh! put that ring away 
> 		dear love, lover of my loins
> 		don't stain me with gold 
> 		stain me with your holy self
> 		and let your eyes witness 
> 		my coming grace 
> 
> 		of the chaste, burning
> 		angrily with their passions
> 		(washing, obsessively washing
> 		in the blood of the lamb)
> 		and of their haunted king
> 		we joyfully take our leave
> 
> 		they can keep their sin


and there is also the possibility of seeing what happens if you snip
the tails off the roiginal and sew them together:


	situation confirmation holy
	only begin sin
	know position lord
	sword learn burn
	remain stain
	less bless


-- 

Tom Wachtel (wachtel@canon.co.uk)
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From: sheilah@wam.umd.edu (Danny-Boy)
Subject: Paper, imagery, martin
Organization: University of Maryland, College Park
Date: Fri, 11 Dec 1992 19:01:02 GMT


[the short line breaks are only a relic of translating this
from macwrite ii to text w/line breaks. I didn't get the lenght
correct]

[free flow thought]

On the back of the hand is a chinese lantern. this 
is all made of paper.you remember when you 
were a child and folded the paper and cut strips 
without cutting all the way through. This is 
beautiful. You remember making paper curl 
with scissors. Now you want to make tiny curls 
on the back of the paper hand. You want to make 
a whole white grass field and world for the back 
of the piece of paper. What is all this for? To 
cover up your words that are heavy as stones, but 
not stones you enjoy. They are black and tarry 
like unrecylcable things and you want to hide 
them under a landfill and plant beautiful things 
over them. 


The night is very beautiful if you are on the 
third floor and don't have to look at the ground. 
They sky may be too bright but you don't have to 
look at it, what is beautiful is all the sound the 
crickets make because it's a forrest outside and 
you can lie on your bed that is just a mattress on 
the floor right now because it made too much 
unwelcome noise when you sat on it or made 
love, squeck, squeck complaining bed, so that 
you are low on the floor and the window is 
higher and that makes it more beautiful 
somehow, and you can close your eyes to the sky 
glow and forget it and just listen. Just listening 
will help you forget that there are a million 
people under you who like to hit the ceiling 
when you make too much noise or who shoot 
each other or who make it not safe for you to 
walk out at night through the trees. shamefully 
this is so. The crickets are beautiful because they 
make such natural noises that are alone noises 
for someone who is lieing on her back on a 
mattress on a floor, a hard wood floor at that. If 
you want you can remember walking with trees 
once and pretending there were not any people 
for miles around. You want to go write because 
right now you are as interested in the world as a 
drinking fountain in the Intramural fields is 
wonderful when you run around and get 
breathed and drink on purpose. getting your 
face all wet.


This all makes a painting and a paper sculpture 
that is beautiful.


Where was martin going? Was her mom crazy 
and did Martin beleive her? A Path. Under trees 
naturally. But notice the over there is not under 
trees, o yes it was, but will it be here? it should 
be. We will call it Path. Is Martin's mother ever 
young? How did she grow up? Where does she 
work? I see, she was so different as a child.
-- 
I am always wrong. Don't believe me ever.
stark raving sane  sheilah@wam.umd.edu
From: Jaime Gil de Biedma
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Poem
Date: 15 Dec 1992 17:39:41 GMT
Organization: University of B.C. Pulp & Paper Centre
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: balsam.ppc.ubc.ca
Keywords: POem

	LOVE STRONGER THAN LIFE
	======================


The same quality of the sun in your country,
coming from behind the clouds:
happy and delicate shades of some leaves,
light reflected on some glass,
muffled sound of falling raindrops.

The same quality of your city,
your crystal city that I can't see,
the same and different, changed by the passing of time:
streets that I don't know and the bed that I knew,
full of chirping birds,
the bed in which we kissed for so many hours.

The same quality of your expression,
coming from the years,
tonight when you look at me in my mind:
the same quality of your expression
and the wound that shows in your lips.

This love has the quality of life,
this love has no demands for the future.
Present of the past,
love stronger than life:
lost and found.
Found and forever lost...
From: jfox@sumax.seattleu.edu (---------FOX---------)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: There was I.....
Date: 14 Dec 92 23:13:02 GMT
Distribution: rec.arts.poems
Organization: Seattle University

THERE SAT I.....
sitting thinking
thinking of nothing
and nothing thought of me

as something 
thinking of nothing

Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: jmc@SAIL.Stanford.EDU (John McCarthy)
Subject: Re: sonata... / Marek "love as a drug", "sex as need", Re: Need - A Poem
Reply-To: jmc@cs.Stanford.EDU
Organization: Computer Science Department, Stanford University
	<JMC.92Dec20144033@SAIL.Stanford.EDU> <1992Dec20.173906@IASTATE.EDU>
Date: 20 Dec 92 22:32:22

In article <1992Dec20.173906@IASTATE.EDU> mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin) writes:

   In article <JMC.92Dec20144033@SAIL.Stanford.EDU>, jmc@SAIL.Stanford.EDU (John
   McCarthy) writes:
   > Sex as a favor, given and received, doesn't have the same status as
   > sex as an expression of love.  That doesn't make a poem about it
   > worthless, and I think Marguerite Peterson's poem is a good one..
   > --
   > John McCarthy, Computer Science Department, Stanford, CA 94305
   > *
   > He who refuses to do arithmetic is doomed to talk nonsense.
   > 


   Can the favor of giving sex be an act of love?  


   Marie Coffin

Surely it can and often is.
--
John McCarthy, Computer Science Department, Stanford, CA 94305
*
He who refuses to do arithmetic is doomed to talk nonsense.

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From: sheilah@wam.umd.edu (Danny-Boy)
Subject: Re: My first r.a.p post.
Organization: University of Maryland, College Park
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1992 17:28:55 GMT

In article <3153@devnull.mpd.tandem.com> fmayhar@mpd.tandem.com writes:
>Gentle criticism accepted and responded to, flames and derision cheerfully
>ignored.

This is neither criticism nor a flame. just a wish.



>				Sunset
>
>
>		White sand glows, blinding in the solar glare.


Darn you've begun this train of thought, now will someone complete it:

I can't stop thinking of solar flares. for christmas I want a telescope
a 35 millimeter camera and a hydrogen-alpha filter. I want solar
flares.

I can't help but think of licking constantly with this subject becuase
of Alex and Samual Delany. and, in general, flames lick. So,
the sun licks your forhead would probably be good, if not a little
boring, but it does make since, and is consistant. the sun has a salty
tongue. Kiss the sun. Fuck the sun. 

Some one write a poem.


I've already forgotten the rest of my train of thought.


-- 
I am always wrong. Don't believe me ever.
stark raving sane  sheilah@wam.umd.edu