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From: alvin@ucsu.Colorado.EDU (Kenneth Alvin)
Subject: HomeTown
Organization: University of Colorado, Boulder
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 23:23:23 GMT




HomeTown
--------


It is never hot.

On bright days, rays of morning sun
sift through random collections of trees
whose roots grasp the world's core
like veins on a spinster's hand.

It is too stong to change
and you want people to know.

When the light fails, it carves
sunset silluettes into your brow.
You wear them as a badge while away
and never stop thinking of going back.


August 1985
-- 
comments, criticism welcome...
-Ken
alvin@ucsu.colorado.edu
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From: rocky@NeoSoft.com (Joe Mullally)
Subject: Re: fuck / jtrue
Organization: NeoSoft Communications Services -- (713) 684-5900
Date: Fri, 18 Dec 1992 00:41:46 GMT

In article <1992Dec17.205754.14368@news.acns.nwu.edu> marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski) writes:
>I was calm, but now I'm found

	I saw my head laughing, rolling on the ground. 


-- 
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Joe Mullally (rocky@sugar.neosoft.com) PH:713-681-2495
"We need stronger death penalties..." George Bush, debate #2
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From: PROWSE@Meena.CC.URegina.CA (Natalie)
Subject: RE: will you pass right by?
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1992 05:41:22 GMT
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Organization: University of Regina, Regina, Sask., Canada

aep2@ns1.cc.lehigh.edu (AMY ELIZABETH PASECHNICK) writes:
>
>I wrote to the author personally, but wanted everyone to know how much I
>appreciated this poem.
>
>I had first read the poem because the title sounded interesting.
>As I read, I realized that what was written was exactly what went through my
>mind last night as I decided to give up on a "guy friend" who thought of me as
>a friend as far as I knew.  I found out he and his ex-girlfriend had decided
>to see other people, but I know he won't.
>When I got back to my dorm last night, I tried to write my feelings, but
>couldn't.  I just didn't know how to say it.
>
>I would just like to say thank you in "public" for allowing me to see my
>feelings in black and white, because I couldn't do it.
>Congrats on the poem.
>
>--AMY
>aep2@Lehigh.edu

Amy, I think you and Tex were meant for each other.  Have you met?  ;-)

-Natalie

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 (only a guest at prowse@meena.cc.uregina.ca)   

 "It's good to have a healthy sense of sin.  It adds *spice* to one's 
   transgressions..."  - J.H. 
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From: 32downey@cua.edu
Subject: RE: Woman Keats saw at railway station
Organization: The Catholic University of America
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1992 16:16:54 GMT

On Sat, 12 Dec 1992, at 19:54:48 GMT, bhattach@quip.eecs.umich.edu
(sayan bhattacharyya) writes:

>In article <1992Dec12.134756.1@cua.edu> 32downey@cua.edu writes:
>>On 4 Dec 1992 at 21:17:15, stellis@nyx.cs.du.edu (Steve Ellis) wrote:
>>
>>                           for a certain woman
>>
>>         more mysterious and distant than the woman Keats glimpsed
>>         in a railway station, you are not even an image:
>
>I am confused about this. Who is this woman that Keats saw in 
>a railway station and in which poem does she appear?

Then, a couple minutes later:

>And also, were there railway lines and railway stations in England
>in the first few decades of the nineteenth century, when Keats lived?
>(I believe he died in the 1820's).

You are quite correct about this.  Keats died in 1821.  As I wrote the group
of poems in somewhat of a hurry, I did not check my allusion.  Thank you for
catching the inconsistency.  Here is the poem that I had in mind.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

                        SONNET

      TO A LADY SEEN FOR A FEW MOMENTS AT VAUXHALL

     Time's sea hath been five years at its slow ebb,
        Long hours have to and fro let creep the sand,
     Since I was tangled in thy beauty's web,
        And snared by the ungloving of thine hand.
     And yet I never look on midnight sky,
        But I behold thine eyes' well memory'd light;
     I cannot look upon the rose's dye,
        But to thy cheek my soul doth take its flight.
     I cannot look on any budding flower,
        But my fond ear, in fancy at thy lips
     And hearkening for a love-sound, doth devour
        Its sweets in the wrong sense:--Thou dost eclipse
     Every delight with sweet remembering,
     And grief unto my darling joys dost bring.


John Keats. In _The Complete Poems of John Keats and Percy Bysshe Shelley_,
     239.  New York:  The Modern Library, n.d.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Therefore, when corrected, my poem's first lines should read:

        more mysterious and distant than the woman Keats glimpsed
        at Vauxhall, you are not even an image:

Once again, many thanks for taking the time to read.

Charles T. Downey, Benjamin T. Rome School of Music
Catholic University, Washington, D.C.  [M.A. Student--Music History]

>-- 
>Sayan Bhattacharyya          |   Colourless green ideas sleep furiously.
>Graduate student             |
>Artificial Intelligence Lab  |
>The University of Michigan   |
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From: sheilah@wam.umd.edu (Danny-Boy)
Subject: Re: origami bird (a cinquain)
Summary: nothing. 
Keywords: cinquain
Organization: University of Maryland, College Park
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 17:31:29 GMT

In article <1992Dec17.160305.15349@cbfsb.cb.att.com> colossal@cbnewsg.cb.att.com (colossal Microscope) writes:
>
>
>okay stephanie, here's a cinquain...
>
>	origami bird


Wow, I had a dream about a month ago, 

I was escorting some girl to meet her lover. First we went to a persons
house. He was an origami master. He folded origami servants. He folded
an origami servant for us - a large bird, perhaps a pheasant. I held
it in my arms, I was amazed at his skill, because I could not see the
paper it rolled like feathers. Another servant unfolded into a person
to pull the rolling cart to carry us, we rode through a dusty highway, that
was dry and brown or gray, we game to a lush garden, I stood up to announce
the arrival of the woman, I was in a long robe of many colors, I was 
carrying the bird to announce her, it was also colourful, the man who 
was their to meet her was golden-toned like a god, It looked like I was
some sort of messenger god to bring a mortal to him.

	(because It looked like I had aspects - you know, like whenever you
see Athena on a pot, she wears a sheild, or has an owl? well, I had this
strange cloak or robe, and I was carrying a rainbow coloured pheasant, but
I don't think I was a god, I was a picture of a god's aspects)



People were all over cultivating the garden - terraforming it? digging 
irrigation canals. or something.

can't remember more, after this my dream switched to some sort of scifi, 
with a space ship and a pessimistic comb that was attached to the outside
of the space ship that could detach itself to go spy. or attached itself to
spy. 

Anyway, I saw your title, and remembered all this. I'm not writing a poem
on it, but occasionally, I've thrown in origami into some of what I have
written, as of yet, it's only made its way into one poem, that I did
not fully include here, but joking wrote for rec.arts.books, with
my dismanteled umbrella robet who could tap "'I've got rhythm' and was
the best origami artist in the world" and also, but not a poem,
the image of the two hands folded as one of those chinese paper lanterns
that we would make in elementary school, converting to a paper hand, convertin
g to a paper world with miniscule pieces of white paper curled with scisoors
for grass, on the back of the world/hand, and all of that was to cover
up my words like stones, (words == hands)

anyway,  that is how poems are formed sometimes. or things to make poems.
but you don't have to stick with what 'actually' happened. it's your poem.
-- 
I am always wrong. Don't believe me ever.
stark raving sane  sheilah@wam.umd.edu
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From: argent@iastate.edu (The Great Grendel-Khan)
Subject: Poetyr submission request
Organization: Iowa State University, Ames, IA
Date: Sun, 13 Dec 1992 20:41:10 GMT

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.

"Anyway, this poetry will not be resold, sold, published for sale, or
distributed beyond the newsgroup by me.  So assure your friends that the
attribution of their submissions is safe and will not profit me."

                                          Karen

Her address is branwen@sage.cc.purdue.edu.  Mine's in the .sig or repl.

Anyone sending a poem and requesting the rest will be given a copy of them.


-- 
The Great Grendel-Khan,  | They called me the fool, they called me the child
Earth Rim Roamer.        | I found an angel of the night;
                         | The voice was low, the look was bright.
argent@iastate.edu       | She looked upon my crown and smiled. -Tennyson-
From: kellis@Nimitz.mcs.kent.edu (Kimberly A. Ellis)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Need a poem
Date: 20 Dec 92 01:52:57 GMT
Organization: Kent State University

Keywords:  NEED!!

 Hey all you poets out there I am considering entering a pagent, but instead of
doing a lame talent that everyone does I intend to read a poet. I need a very
deep poem about believing in yourself and the potential of belief, or about the
environment and how we are killing it.  This poem needs to be about 2 minutes in
length when read expressively.....

	Please help me out. If you desire to, please send your submission to 

			kellis@nimitz.mcs.kent.edu

                      thank you....

			 kimberly
Xref: sparky rec.arts.poems:12795 rec.arts.books:22325
From: maverick@mahogany.CS.Berkeley.EDU (Vance Maverick)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems,rec.arts.books
Subject: Re: Objectivist journals?
Date: 14 Dec 1992 01:03:10 GMT
Organization: University of California, Berkeley
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: mahogany.cs.berkeley.edu

In article <#t!r-7l@lynx.unm.edu>, rsquires@cyclops.eece.unm.edu (Roger Squires) writes:
|> In article <101552@netnews.upenn.edu> cjn@vaal.cpr.upenn.edu (Christopher Nagel) writes:
|> >
|> >Does anyone know where I might find a journal that specializes in objectivist  
|> >poetry?  Something like the poetry that Louis Zukofsky wrote.
|> 
|> 	Well, I have nothing specific to offer, but I suggest 
|> 	that, if you have not already done so, to hie yourself
|> 	over to news.lists and check out the postings dealing
|> 	with publicly accessible mailing lists.  I have noted
|> 	two or three Objectivist oriented lists there.

Different Objectivists.  These were defined by Zukofsky in an
issue of _Poetry_ (in 1931?) for which he was guest editor,
and in the book "An Objectivists Anthology" (Toulouse, 1932). 
The standard list is Z, George Oppen, Carl Rakosi, Charles
Reznikoff.  To this we could add Lorine Niedecker and
conceivably Cid Corman.  Of this whole batch I like Oppen and
Niedecker best, but Zukofsky has his rewards, great rewards if
you're of a scholarly turn.  (Christopher, do you find the
cult of Family and Paul rather creepy?)

Zukofsky in the essay "Objectivism in Poetry" (or whatever
it's called) named Pound as the chief living poet displaying
what he defined as "objectification".  So you might check out
the Pound studies journal _Paideuma_.  My principal source on
these people has been books by Hugh Kenner and (to a lesser
extent) Guy Davenport.  Other poet connections to consider:
Basil Bunting.  Robert Creeley.  Charles Olson.  Marianne
Moore....

Good luck, and let us know what you find,

	Vance
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From: stevek@code3 (Steven Kim)
Subject: artifacts
Organization: 3M Health Information Systems
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1992 23:51:04 GMT


> PROWSE@Meena.CC.URegina.CA (Natalie) writes:
> I won't jump into the fray, in the usual way, instead, I offer this 
> alternative set of images:
> (Thanks for the inspiration, Alex :-)
> 
> 		more artifacts...
> 		-------------------------------------------------------------
> 		
> 		on a table 
> 		near her bed
> 
> 		stands a bud vase
> 		which contains a rose
> 		thirstily drinking itself
> 		into full bloom.
> 
> 		in the trashcan
> 		near her bed
> 
> 		rest six spent, 
> 		contented condoms.
> 
> 		
> 			-Natalie (I like verbs :-) / November 21, 1992
> 

In yet another light,

	artifacts continued....
	__________________________
	
	On a bed, 
	near a night stand

	stands a bud vase
	which contains a rose

	reflecting the roseshades
	exposing the contours
	(in a base half full of water)
	
	in the trashcan
	near her stand 

        6 copies of the
	de-lighted condoms.
From: mcsdc1al@dct.ac.uk
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Poem: For Her
Date: 9 Dec 92 19:58:54 GMT
Organization: Dundee Institute of Technology




     For Her

     Time's a cat on a bathroom wall
     It understands that it's there forever
     But it doesn't know why.

     My love's at work in the spastic's home
     Twisted bodies and straightened minds
     Are her currency, her being.
  
     That's why she drinks so late at night
     She's seen her death but cant explain
     Why she lives her life this way.

     I walk her home through the icy dark
     Back to her bed and it's macabre dream
     I go home to be myself alone with a cat on a wall.





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From: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Subject: Re: like shakespeare -- jchien
Reply-To: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Organization: Iowa State University
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1992 18:15:15 GMT

In article <1992Dec16.091351.1@oread.cc.ukans.edu>, nihil@oread.cc.ukans.edu
writes:
> In article <1992Dec15.183929@IASTATE.EDU>, mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
writes:
> > Jennifer -- are we reading the same Shakespeare?  The Shakespeare 
> > I remember is full of bawdy jokes and remarks.  And not much about 
> > denuding flowers.  People sometimes think Shakespeare put things 
> > "delicately", but I doubt if his audience thought so.  It's mostly 
> > the differences in language that make us think he's being delicate.  
> > Of course, he never actually used "fuck"...that I recall, anyway.  
> > Maybe that was your point.
> > 
> > 
> > Marie Coffin
> 
>    of course, Shakespeare was intelligently bawdy.  he didn't rely on cliche
> profanity to get his images across, he relied on creative images and the
like.

It's dangerous to generalize.  Shakespeare was at times intelligent.  Of
course, your tastes may be different from mine, but I wouldn't class 
repeated crude jokes aobut maidenheads, codpieces, cuckolds, and country 
folks lying in the fields as "intelligently bawdy" or "creative images".  
Shakespeare left a comparatively large volume of work, and you can find 
examples of many different things in it.  

If you're looking for poets who spent a lot of time talking about denuding 
flowers and such, Tennyson is probably a better source than Shakespeare.


Marie Coffin
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From: jmc@SAIL.Stanford.EDU (John McCarthy)
Subject: Re: Meetings,
Reply-To: jmc@cs.Stanford.EDU
Organization: Computer Science Department, Stanford University
Date: 12 Dec 92 16:40:23

Never play cards with a man named Doc, never eat at a place named Mom's
and never marry a woman with more troubles than you.
--
John McCarthy, Computer Science Department, Stanford, CA 94305
*
He who refuses to do arithmetic is doomed to talk nonsense.

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From: jww@evolving.com (John W. Woolley)
Subject: Re: Mortal (c&c welcome)
Date: Fri, 11 Dec 1992 19:33:15 GMT
Organization: Evolving Systems, Inc.
X-Newsreader: Tin 1.1 PL4

Read it again, folks:

moh2@quads.uchicago.edu (Kateri/Mary Anne) writes:
: Mortal
: (Another Tale of True Thomas)
: 
: In my British cousin's attic, in her creaking wooden house,
: A chest that held a tapestry, dulled with dust and age.
: And near it lay torn pages, edges nibbled by a mouse,
: We sat and read together, grimy thumbprints on each page.
: 
: The pages told a story, scribbled in a shaking hand,
: Of a human man named Thomas, and a lady all in green,
: How he met her at a crossroads, and followed to her land.
: The pages told the story of the tapestry we'd seen.
: 
: He wore swirling rags of color and a harper's cape of blue.
: His hand was in the lady's, harp of silver at his side;
: But a curse was laid upon him; every word he spoke was true--
: His reward for kisses stolen; curse a harper could not hide.
: 
: Mortal weaving can't do justice to the beauty of the fey,
: Her glory rivaled beauty of sunset or sunrise,
: But we held hands and shivered on that cold December day,
: For the weaver had caught perfectly the terror in his eyes.

Wow, really good ending.  I shivered, too.  Good poem!

You do good stuff with assonance and alliteration, especially in the
first stanza -- "dulled with dust".  "age"/"pages"/"edges" is fine.

Might I suggest (humbly, hesitatingly) that you leave out the word
"that" in line 2 (making the sentence gramatically complete, and
adding some rhythmic irregularity) and the word "human" in line 6
(unless it's for some reason important to you).

There are two half-lines that strike me as clumsy, the second halves
of lines 4 and 7.  Line 8 repeats line 5 too closely, I think.  Maybe
"Their story was the story ..."

The third stanza needs some rhythmic variation.

"Do justice to the beauty" is, maybe, a trifle cliche-ish.  Try
something like "Mortal weaving couldn't bear the wild beauty of the
fey", or whatever?
-- 
Fr. John Woolley (jww@evolving.com); vastly enthusiastic about Augustine,
Austen, babies, Bach, backgammon, baseball, beer, the Bible, Botticelli, Burke,
Chesterton, Dante, Dixieland, hardboiled, Hitchcock, Dr Johnson, Latin, Mozart,
Shakespeare/de Vere, St Teresa, Tolkien, Trollope, Fats Waller, and Washington
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: ode to Keith / Marek Re: Several words about posting...
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 01:07:19 GMT

		ode to keith
		------------------------------------------------------------

		keith.  you are so odious,
		i must heap this terrible ode
		on thee.

		see me.  feel me.  touch me.  you ill me.

		you aren't so beautiful... to me...
		can't you see?...

		who gives a flying care for your
		points, and your angels, dancing
		on your smaller head...

		a majority of nearly forty
		ventured sorties, of great support
		i snort at the significance of this
		magnificence, with this false inner rhyme
		reflecting your ill-sounding, illogical
		crybabyism, bimbo.

		keith.  stuff it.  who cares about your
		mail.  most of us don't care for your
		points or your 
		arguments.

		keith.  when people post to rap
		they want to have their words read
		and considered.
		
		keith.  take your crew of thirty nine
		and tell them each and every one
		to keep on lurking

		cowards that they are.

		keith.  the majority in twenty thousand
		is not thirty nine.

		and shave your stupid signature
		to less then 5 lines.  shave it.

		you moron.
		keith.


			Marek Lugowski
			14 December 1992
			Evanston, Illinois

:) in the spirit of posting poems 'stead commentary.



In article <1992Dec14.130635.2154@newstand.syr.edu> keneuner@rodan.acs.syr.edu (Kathleen E. Neuner) writes:
>
>	I would like to point out for you folks how well you have illustrated my points.  The people who objected to my comments, not surprisingly, used teh net
>	to do so...  this of course neglects teh fact that, if someone listens to what I said, they WOULD USE MAIL.
>
>	Someone stated I did not speak for the majority.  Well, I counted
>	_7_ objections posted here, none on mail
>	_39_ SUPPORT LETTERS on mail, none on net, Thankfully.
>
>	Now, I don't kbnow how good YOUR math is, but 39 (as of this morn)
>	to 7 (as of morn) IS A FRIGGING MAJORITY.
>
>	As for the narrow minded people asking why I use an anon server
>	to post, then give a .sig, EVER OCCUR TO YOU MY SERVER CAN'T POST?
>
>	No, I guess that would require logic...  
>
>	Have a nice day, and thank you for proving my point.
>
>	btw: So far, I have gotten 5 copies of my own letter over RAP
>	therefore, You also proved my point about not knowing how NOT to
>	include every word (ok, ONE was truncated, I admit, to be honest).
>
>
>			Sincerely, 
>
>					Keith
>
From: donz@uiunix.ui.org (Don Zirilli)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: sometimes
Date: 15 Dec 92 20:24:53 GMT
Organization: UNIX International, Parsippany, NJ

In article <1992Dec12.163752.8006@wam.umd.edu> sheilah@wam.umd.edu (Danny-Boy) writes:
>If I can gather my thoughts well enough I'd like to attempt to
>bring this discussion over here, Once, I started it with Doug, I'd
>like to include a few more people, Occasionally it plays on my mind.
>
>...
>> This train of thought started when I was considering heirarchy of law
>> because I was in the english study lounge and overheard some guy editing some
>> girl's paper on Antigone. What if, I asked, a man considered his law highter
>> than his gods?
>
>[doug said the law is meangingless unless backed by force]
>
>[I brought up GHandi. I decided to stick with my convictions in the face
>of the gods, an eternal fuck you in hades. I don't agree with you and you
>can't make me. I object.]

Your convictions?  Call them gods and discard what you now call gods.  Call
them demons instead of discarding them.  This way you are still following 
God/gods.  You see, it is a game.  If you don't know that it is a game, then 
you will lose because you will play so very poorly.  Fundamentalists don't know 
it's a game.  That's why they're no fun.  That's also why it's durn hard to find
a Fundamentalist who's any good as a poet, unless they write poems that they
themselves consider sinful.


My contribution (uh-oh, 'nother discussion on rap)


Posthumous O'Toole, Defender of the Realm and Royal Chucklehead of Rap


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From: "Marek Lugowski" <marek@moose.cs.indiana.edu>
Subject: Re: for years now I have known some of you.
Keywords: not poetry
Organization: Indiana University, Bloomington
Date: Fri, 11 Dec 1992 17:23:13 -0500

In article <1992Dec11.020100.9066@u.washington.edu> zola@hardy.u.washington.edu (riene des tournesols) writes:
>
>
>Marie writes:
>
>>Well, damn it all!  Is that a nice thing for a girl to say?  Weird, huh?
>>I don't know about the rest of you, but I feel insulted...next you'll be
>>telling us we aren't as big as you'd hoped we'd be.  
>
>Oh Marie, you are always insulted. You must like it though if it was
>good for you.  I think there are some dynamics here that I had not
>noticed before.  Would you like to call me mistress then?
>
>>
>>Oh, well, it was good for me...
>
>see above.
>
>>
>>
>>	-- Marie
>
>		--Rebecca
>

Mmmmmm...  The world is taking a turn for the better.

				-- Marek

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From: armenon@top.cis.syr.edu (Anil Ravindran Menon)
Subject: Re: the ghost of rhymes past
Organization: Syracuse University, CIS Dept.
Date: Mon, 14 Dec 92 07:32:50 EST

In article <1992Nov27.205620.16965@canon.co.uk> wachtel@canon.co.uk writes:
>
>do others here remember the days when the nice thing about rap was that
>you got poems here, and crit, and it was unlike other newsgroups in
>that there were only rare prolonged flaming inanities which everyone
>just ignored, and there was less talktalktalk and more stuff? or am i
>just dreaming?
>
>tom
>
>-- 
>
>Tom Wachtel (wachtel@canon.co.uk)


	Ditto Ditto Tom. 


	--Anil
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From: dexter@aries.scs.uiuc.edu (The Gecko)
Subject: Re: not poetry, profanity, and general disgruntlement 
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana
Date: Fri, 18 Dec 1992 00:45:50 GMT

marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski) writes:

(lots of unnecessary quoted quotes deleted)

>				-- Marek

	bandwidth, sir, bandwidth!  no use cutting your .sig to four lines
if you insist on quoting the whole verbose article.

(annette)dexter@aries.scs.uiuc.eduthis.sighasbeenmimimalisedtomeetnetguidelines
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