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Date: Sun, 13 Dec 1992 17:37:57 IST
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Subject: Poem2


          HYPERBOREAN WINDS

     Hyperborean winds over Cimmeria cry,
     Hyperborean winds rips across the sky.
     And Where hide the heros of old
     In this bleak and cloud clotted night?
     They are dead or buried and gone
     Every one lays still as stone.

     Hyperborean winds over Cimmeria wail,
     Hyperborean winds and snow and hail.
     Beyond the polar waste I walked
     In the dream lit night I have searched
     But not a single man have found
     Only bones in a starlit mound.

     Hyperborean wind over Cimmeria ring,
     Hyperborean winds of old Connan sing.
     His story is written, no blood is shed
     But even the words are unread
     But Connan, Cimmeria, and the Dead Toth-Amon
     Are lost and their great deeds are gone.

     Hyperborean winds chill again and again,
     Hyperborean winds and the snow and the rain.
     There stand none to defy them
     None can warm my cold heart
     None expect one last Russian man
     Or a sizzling dancer from far off Japan.

     Hyperborean winds are the winters own
     Hyperborean winds fly alone
     Dammination and hell, burning cold an desire
     Am I lost, am I drowned in the mire.
     As the giants of frost and of wind rock the world
     And the giants of storm laugh fourfold.

     Hyperborean winds over Cimerria cry
     Hyperborean winds rip across the sky.
     Hyperborean wind so fast and so cold
     Wind of Wine you make me bold
     Pluck me with yea, let's make fly
     Us together rip the sky.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------
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 Laughing Magican
        LAUGHING DOES TICKLE THE SOUL, THERE IS NO BETTER REASON
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From: sheilah@wam.umd.edu (Danny-Boy)
Subject: c for "will you pass right by?"
Organization: University of Maryland, College Park
Date: Sun, 13 Dec 1992 21:10:13 GMT


In article <lyra.724278096@camelot> you write:
[I just realize it would probably be better etiquete to include
the complete orignal, but I have already edited it all away]

I am afraid 		[leave out "so"]
you could crush
a single word.

			(If I were to lose...)*
			[also, were to lose is not as nice and short
			as "If I lost" etc etc.]

My head jumps.
things could happen
if I told you.

I run but stop,
my nerves pulled tight.			[here, pulled is verb instead of are]
I'm trying to get feet
to grab the very ludicrous.

I see a look in your fluttering.

There are words
to make you
If only I could find them

>     -hal
>this is my first posting here, so please be gentle!!! honest, but
>gentle if there is such a thing. i would love some feedback.
>thanks!

>lyra@camelot.bradley.edu



No Malice intended, I feel you talk too much. The subject is hard to
do without cliche, but if you are a beginning poet, who cares, just
practice. Here is what I see when I cull the extra words and mix words
that are strong to me.

I have ideas of strong words. I like some words to be one syllable.
I like some words to be a string; or carbonated.

Here is one way some people might like to write:
start off with what makes you want to write, and then write everything
down. Later on, cut away all the parts that don't belong.

Make love to your words. don't use them.



* lose, imply game, win, lose, lose keys, lose competition. competition?

disclaimers etc:
I am sorry if you are offended cutting and pasting. It is not
meant to be your poem, I am demonstrating. I am NOT rewriting your
poem, I am just not a good commentator, and have to rely
on weak techniques. call me an evil bad lazy person. It is much easier for
me to use anecdote to explain.
-- 
I am always wrong. Don't believe me ever.
stark raving sane  sheilah@wam.umd.edu
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From: sstover@sumax.seattleu.edu (   Wilde Dame   )
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: Suggestion for Reducing Traffic
Date: 14 Dec 92 05:26:15 GMT
Article-I.D.: sumax.6093
Organization: Seattle University

Disclaimer in apprehension of complaints: no, I have not read r.a.p for
several days.  So, I'm commenting on the original article.  Pardon any
repetition.  However, deal with it. :)

In article <1992Dec6.112618.29599@leland.Stanford.EDU> jchien@leland.Stanford.EDU (Jennifer Crystal Fang-Chien) writes:
>
>	Just a suggestion here for creating a sub-group of
>rec.arts.poems.d (for discussion) or r.a.p.comments or something of
>that sort, so that r.a.p. would consist of poems only, where the other
>group would include feedback, replies, and flames.  It would reduce the
>number of posts to sort through, and also would help those who wish
>to only read poems.
>
>			What do you all think?

I heartily agree.  r.a.p.d is the standard form for this, I believe (cf.
rec.humor.d, etc.) and I think it would be really useful.  However, most
of those groups require a moderator (at least rec.humor and
rec.humor.oracle) to ensure that articles to to the right place.  Are we
capable of handling this on our own? I would hate, on principle, to see
r.a.p become a moderated group.

>				Jennifer


-- 
       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
From: rhh@alice.att.com (r hardin)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: KILL files - syntax
Summary: best way to kill flies
Date: 16 Dec 92 23:06:58 GMT
Article-I.D.: alice.24423
Organization: AT&T Bell Laboratories, Murray Hill NJ



The quickest way to kill flies is to crush them between the thumb
and forefinger.  But most writers who have treated the subject
exhaustively agree that the best way is to cut off their heads.
From: elc@cup.portal.com (Edward L Cole)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: fuck / jtrue
Date: Fri, 18 Dec 92 22:56:18 PST
Organization: The Portal System (TM)
Distribution: world
  <7710649@hpfcso.FC.HP.COM>

What? Fuck is a perfectly good anglo-sax
to describe what our uptight culture has only
medical terms(mostly) to describe.

I don't think it implies institutionalized misogyny
at all. Everybody who has sex fucks. Are Gay men and 
women who use the term indulging in hatred of women?
In rec.arts.poems, jtrue@acpub.duke.edu (jtrue) writes:

> 
> -jtrue
> 
> PS:
> The biggest problem with
> fuck with respect to sex
> is that it essentially means hate
> (hence the violence;
> toward women by men).
>  

????

doug
From: marek@moose.cs.indiana.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: zinfandel / Marek Re: I guess the season is over /Re: oh primary care-giver (a duet) / Marek+Marie
Date: 18 Dec 92 22:03:12 GMT
Organization: Indiana University, Bloomington

In article <1992Dec18.184052.12081@u.washington.edu>
zola@hardy.u.washington.edu (riene des tournesols) writes:

>clearly we are in rerun season when there is an (unnecessary) drone
>of repeat poems every 5 months.  maybe THIS is the way to cut down on
>traffic.

Let me delicately point out, Rebecca, lest you lose touch with reality
completely, that rec.arts.poems is for posting poems -- a slightly
more justifiable use than butt-harping, using it for classifieds and
posting innanities.  I realize that you are low on social life these
days, but, Love, look not crossly at posting even old poems on a poem group.

If you like, I'll call you up and read to you on the telefono every
now and then.  It's 10 cents a minute on this end after 10.

				-- Marek

		zinfandel is here
		-----------------------------------------------------------
 
		the snow is falling here and
		i am falling here for you
		like people fall for california wine
		on sonoma drivethroughs
		in summertime
		the zinfandel is here
		they hear
		we'll take a case they say
		and return
		 
		i hold you in my memory's sights
		like a glowing glass of red wine in hand
		i can do amazing things
		at long distances
		in the fog of apartness
		intimacies intimately blend
		 
		the snow is falling here and
		it is six and a half minutes before three o'clock
		good luck good luck lady good luck
		i wish you all the good luck
		i send you all of mine.
		 
		 
			Marek Lugowski
			27 December 1990
			Cincinnati
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From: sheilah@wam.umd.edu (Danny-Boy)
Subject: Re: Morbid Depression Can Be Fun
Organization: University of Maryland, College Park
Date: Sun, 13 Dec 1992 21:22:14 GMT

<Bz7tKM.DFq@acsu.buffalo.edu> 
v124jw4y@ubvmsd.cc.buffalo.edu (Benjamin R Pierce) writes:
[hehe]

Bleak street(ed) people laugh.

Smile.

death understands cool black sunglasses.
-- 
I am always wrong. Don't believe me ever.
stark raving sane  sheilah@wam.umd.edu
From: sstover@sumax.seattleu.edu (   Wilde Dame)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: A caffeine poem for Marek / Sheryl
Date: 20 Dec 1992 21:23:04 -0800
Organization: Seattle University
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: sumax.seattleu.edu


	Orange cappucino drawn short, dry
	-----------------------------------------
	Warm curve against my palm and the
	sweet wet of you against my lip
	this and every morning--
	the sky rumbles into reluctant gray
	and you warm the deepest inside of me.

	20 December 1992 (Merry Christmas, Marek)
-- 
       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
From: donz@uiunix.ui.org (Don Zirilli)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: Poem from the Movie HAMBURGER HILL
Date: 17 Dec 92 14:42:56 GMT
Organization: UNIX International, Parsippany, NJ  07054

In article <ar=r6r@lynx.unm.edu> haro@triton.unm.edu (..KANEDA..) writes:
>Can anyone e-mail me the poem at the end of the movie HAMBURGER HILL.
>It was a very emotional poem.
>
>RICK


Those Buns That Never Existed


Hamburger buns keep rolling
down the Sylvan slope
with stark red ketchup dripping
and memories fading
of the crunch of fries,
of the antagonistic Mesmerism
within your Hazel eyes.
I drank your Cherry Kool-Aid,
you said nothing, did not smile.
I wept transparent pink tears
and danced the Humiliation Jig
for the duration of a mile.
As I sweated, and this was
my life draining, I saw again
those buns, perfectly round,
and the flowers in the moss
on the hill under a Phantasm.


Paul Williams, for the movie "Hamburger Hill"

-- 
Chucklehead awaits the return of his .sig
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From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: still life with fights & poetry / Marek
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Date: Fri, 18 Dec 1992 04:03:17 GMT


		still life with fights & poetry
		-------------------------------------------------------------

		i went to the fights
		and a poetry reading broke out.
		
		they was chanting rhythmically
		in the glare of pixel lights.
		
		they was breathing behind their juste motes
		and they fought well well-fought
		couplets
		
		tag sonnet wrestling
		nestling in a full-nelson rhyme
		ta-ah-ah-iiiiiime is on my side,
		yes it is...
		but we have no referees.
		
		though one chick sugg-
		ggested them.
		
		quick, somebody off with this maiden's head,
		no no no, that would be much too much so
		like willie the shake.
		
		sun is coming out of the trees
		it's marek's day...
		it's marek's day to flip off everyone on the net:
		i turn around...
		i turn around again...
		and it's true love, stranger.
		
		ask not what you can do for your true love
		ask your true love about fucking missing the point
		the point the point (quiver, quiver):
		how many angel hair (that's cappelini)
		can you put on your point? (a monte carlo method)
		
		this question is only for the boys.
		the boys in the bushes.
		the boys in the trees.
		
		and in the end (rear)
		the love you take (fear)
		is equal to the molar weight
		of (straight god's) sake.
		
		that was in japanese!  go back and read it like
		it was intended.  jesus.
		
		
			Marek Lugowski
			17 December 1992
			Chicago, Illinois

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From: alk4@ellis.uchicago.edu (Alex L. Karan)
Subject: "why"
Reply-To: alk4@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago Computing Organizations
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 17:09:46 GMT


"why"
-----


Fast turn of a key 
wound 
in my back.
 
The fingers 
unwinding

may
be
mine




Alex L. Karan
From: megazone@obsidian.WPI.EDU (MegaZone23)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: COMPUTER POEMS, COMMENTS PLEASE
Date: 14 Dec 1992 12:53:00 GMT
Organization: WPI USAF -- United Society of Animation Fans
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In article <1ggvanINNoap@athena.sdsu.edu> jbartran@sciences.sdsu.edu (Jonathan Bartran) writes:
>*^^[3
>%.]-
>@'@'#p
>;[.' <system halted>
>It sounds like this:  splat carrot carrot open-bracket three
>                      dit percent dit closed-bracket dash
>                      at bip at bip number-sign p
>                      dit wink closed-bracket dit bip CRASH!

You have to be careful of differing interpretations.. to me # is pronounced 
thud... Hmmm... I'd never heard ` called bip either... for me it is...
~ tilda ` quote ! bang @ at  # thud $ dollar-sign % percent ^ carrot & 
andpersand(sp?) * splat ( open parren ) close-parren ' apostrophe ; semi-
colon : colon < left-redirect > right-redirect , comma . dot ? huh / slash
\ backslash | pipe _ underscore - dash " big-quote  } close-curly braket -
the other being open but also one of my modem command keys, therefore I can't
use it at the moment...

BTW where is the dit before the percent sign?

>^^#@(|
>*.*.* <system halted>
>It sounds:    carrot carrot number at open-paren blap
>              dit spat dit splat dit splat CRAP!

Is the an official pronounciation guide for this stuff? If not should we make
one?

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From: 32downey@cua.edu
Subject: RE: Love Poems Requested / POEM!
Organization: The Catholic University of America
Date: Sat, 12 Dec 1992 17:47:56 GMT

On 4 Dec 1992 at 21:17:15, stellis@nyx.cs.du.edu (Steve Ellis) wrote:

> I have been admiring a certain woman from afar, for a while, and I'd like
> to let her know how I feel.  I can think of no better way of expressing
> my feelings in a poem.  I would appreciate any poems regarding this topic.



This set of poems is in response to this posting and several others that appear
here from time to time.  As I haven't posted here since this summer, just a
quick hello to all of you.  Haven't had a lot of time on my hands this
semester and I was surprised to see some of the new directions r.a.p. was
going.  Comments are welcome to these, of course.

                                     1.

               POET FOR HIRE--will provide texts for any
               occasion req eloquence--seductions, funerals,
               weddings & recepts, toasts, epitaphs, duels,
               or just impressing friends, rels, co-workers;
               all styles & lengths--59c/word (89c rhymed).
               Call 701-1432--I can put words in your mouth!


                                     2.

                           for a certain woman

         more mysterious and distant than the woman Keats glimpsed
         in a railway station, you are not even an image:
         tangible only by the fact that you are admired, you are
         at best a shadow, a silhouette;  perhaps you have eyes,
         perhaps you can speak;  your head may not be as large as I
         imagine nor your hands always clasped nervously in your lap;

         in fact, tabula rasa, you are singularly open to invention:
         you may sing and play the lute, your eyes might be silver,
         perhaps you are fond of chiffon, and archeology could be your
         passion; frankly, knowing only from afar, you alone are
         capable of being at once all things that I desire.



                                     3.

                          love is a tired subject and fear
                          of cannibalization handcuffs me:
                          against all advice, I write about
                          it but remain reluctant to share 
                          these thoughts with hungry people
                          panhandling for words


         (c) Charles T. Downey, 1992

==============================================================================

This is not meant to be an attack against the author of the original article,
just poetic commentary.  Thanks for reading!

Charles T. Downey, Benjamin T. Rome School of Music
Catholic University, Washington, D.C.  [M.A. student, Musicology]

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From: ekankaan@kaira.hut.fi (Eero Kankaanp{{)
Subject: Re: Short one by Tex
Organization: tree research ltd, branch of falling leaves 
Date: Sat, 19 Dec 1992 23:47:06 GMT

>        (No title yet)
>
>I let the autumn gust thrust me through air, not
> knowing next where I'll be;
>Wise were the others who I once thought were fools,
> who fell beneath the tree.
>-- 
>                   --Tex

    found in some monty python album somewhat like this:
    
   a male voice: i'm just no good anymore.
            i'll just close my eyes and..
            good bye cruel world!  *thud*

   a female voice: what can i do now ?
                i just cant live without him.
                i'll be better off dead.. *thud*
 
   children's voices: dad! mum!  *thud x2*                        

   a chorus: aaargh!  
   all the rest of the leaves fall to the ground with
   one loud  *thud*
From: donz@uiunix.ui.org (Don Zirilli)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: EVEN THE RAIN
Date: 15 Dec 92 20:22:03 GMT
Organization: UNIX International, Parsippany, NJ

In article <1992Dec10.131440@IASTATE.EDU< mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin) writes:
<
<I am posting this poem for John G'alt, who still doesn't have net access.  
<His note requesting that it be posted said "...anyway, maybe posthumous 
<can help me fix this one..."
<
Oh, dear, I've been summoned again.  Sorry for my absence (those who've
noticed), but being ephemeral as I am, I was blown about somewhat in the
Great Nor'easter that was in the news here in the States.

All right, John, I'll help you fix it as best I can.
<
<   EVEN THE RAIN
<
<   [this is a closed warning caption for those with
<       an eschewment-of-life-and-writing impairment]
<
<   All this and now it rains on me.

This is a good 'in media res' sort of beginning (o dear, I hope I've
spelled my Latin correctly--thank goodness it's a dead language).
<   
<   The rain - uncaring, emotion-blind power,
<   An equal-opportunity of shower.
<   My heated words get drenched in token time

What does "token time" mean?

<   Just as my head if I've *not* spoken my mind;
<   
<   But five minutes in the rain
<   Can be a magical thing -
<   A good thorough soaking of the brain,
<   And soon my temper is leaving.

Please cut this stanza right out!  It's redundant and uninteresting.  It
may have been important to get your ideas down, but you don't need it now.
<
<   My hair has dampened to a bricker color than red
<   And this storm seems to have cleared 
<   My inundated head.
<   Tough to see while seething at the atmosphere
<   And looking for a peace that's already here,
<   But yes it is this drizzle I haven't sought
<   That calms me, bringing this steady thought:
<   Perhaps the rain, after all, is caring

I would emphasize "is" with italics (not ASCII) or capitalized: "IS".  It's
important for the rhythm of the line and because you've already called it
uncaring so you need the emphasis on this word.

<   Though it's now flooded even
<   The Mighty Mouse shorts I'm wearing.

The ending is the best part, except "even".  It's the only unrhymed line.
Seems distracting to me.  But I wouldn't be too concerned about that for
now.  (perhaps you could fix this by doing some unrhyming above?)  All in
all, a cute poem, saved by the last two lines, that could use some
tightening.  There, I've helped all I can.
<
<                                  - T'nyg
<                                    Sner-jryy sbe
<                                    n snve juvyr.

				   - Same
				     To you buddy.
				     Va sverjbexf yvr
				     frperg pbqrf.

Yours, Posthumous
From: mcsdc1al@dct.ac.uk
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: <None>
Date: 10 Dec 92 19:17:30 GMT
Organization: Dundee Institute of Technology






            Reflections of you
            In me
            Remind me of the way you used
            To be
            I hated you blindly
            And your German friends
            The one's we called 'bastards'
            When we were drunk

            And now though I do love
            More readily than before
            I still hate your friends
            And I hate you

            I know it's wrong
            To 
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From: sheilah@wam.umd.edu (Danny-Boy)
Subject: Re: fuck / jtrue
Organization: University of Maryland, College Park
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 18:01:44 GMT


[John True wrote a poem/discussion/prose/thing]
[Marek responds]
>And now for a positive statement:  fuck, shit and other "naughty" words
>are only naughty to the naughty ear.  If you are allergic to them, it is
>your problem.


Personally, I don't like "shit" much, as a explicative, it is so ugly to me.
but I have written a very short poem with it:


	shit rises in my throat like bile
	to great you.
	do not do not dare to kiss me.



I was thinking about it, a flame must have started me along this path,
because people occasionally accuse others of loving their own shit, that
shit is only exhaling food.

And I have written paeons to breathing many times.

But, dude! Marek! You sound so very angry at John, worse than me last week
when when I was skipping meds and having pms. (oh yeah, finals too)

I'm going back to his writing to take a very closer look to see why
I didn't get angry.

Anyway, I mean, shit, it's ugly, smelly, unpleasant. I guess after while,
the terse, one-sllyable quality of it wins you over, the 't' quick ending,
the short i sound. Fuck is nice because it is monosyllabic. it also has a t
like ending - k. Once I wrote a very long poem with fuck all over it. I also
wrote a short poem with fuck.

Oh, and in the long poem with fuck all over it, I did say "stool"
which isn't as pretty as a word as shit, even thought I love 'l' words.
and oo's

Explicitive, a good tapping word.  ex pl c t

I like those sounds in it.


off the subject: 'prioritize' is an awful word. so much that I thought I
didn't like any '-ize' words, until I remembered 'alphabatize' that one
is nice.



-- 
I am always wrong. Don't believe me ever.
stark raving sane  sheilah@wam.umd.edu
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From: megazone@obsidian.WPI.EDU (MegaZone23)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems,alt.suicide.holiday,rec.arts.comics.misc,alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
Subject: Undocumented Features Side Story
Date: 14 Dec 1992 19:36:22 GMT
Organization: Worcester Polytechnic Institute
NNTP-Posting-Host: obsidian.wpi.edu

Solitude, an Undocumented Features story that fits between UF3 and the almost
finished UF4 has been posted to rec.arts.anime and alt.prose... I promised
people to let them know when new UF stuff was online... well, it is...
It can also be ftp'd from my site as dp.uf.solitude...

Written by myself and paladin@wpi.wpi.edu.... enjoy...

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