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From: lichter@oahu.cs.ucla.edu (Michael I. Lichter)
Subject: linear thought
Organization: UCLA, Computer Science Department
Date: Mon, 14 Dec 92 02:44:29 GMT

Sheila's recent posts, her associational leaps far beyond the
capabilities of present-day technology, are making me feel way too
conservatively linear in my thought.  I was thinking about GREs
recently because I wound up comparing GRE scores with a friend -
horrible thing to do - and so...  Along the lines of Sheila's table of
contents, maybe something useful would be a "right-brain SAT/GRE".
It's kind of a left-brain idea (you folks know and hate this
left-brain, right-brain stuff, right?) of what makes sense in a
right-brain way, but ...

A first attempt at a first couple of questions for the right-brain SAT,
the IAT (Intuitive Aptitude Test):


1. A frock, when properly flayed, feels
	a. true
	b. rusted car bumpers in extra-virgin 20W50
	c. big mac, small thighs, progesterone
	d. slow, the walk of early evening saints
	e. all of the sky

1 2/3.  Thirteen QT-tanned suburban cheerleaders block the sidewalk
   chanting "we shall overcome."  They demand tribute in the form
   of metaphysical revelations to allow you passage.  You
	a. just say "kant"
	b. touch the painful curve of a mason's spine
	a. point to the bright red exit sign which owns the horizon
	c. a, b, and your mother's most blue-gray instant
	a. none of their thumbs
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From: gdnikoli@undergrad.math.waterloo.edu (Greg Nikolic)
Subject: Untitled Poem
Organization: University of Waterloo
Date: Sun, 13 Dec 1992 07:49:10 GMT


Like lightning                         A hundred hills and on each one
the Gods of War                        the gilded tomb of some distant king, 
Methodically crack                     all congregated here in death from 
their whips and the                    far away lands not seen in years. 
chains they fasten                     The funereal processions marched like 
are sundered more quickly              vast trains of ants around the gold and 
than they can be made                  rubied caskets to end the old and begin
                          The Long Years 
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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 21:32:37 GMT

In article <1992Dec16.210757.24352@leland.Stanford.EDU>,
jchien@leland.Stanford.EDU (Jennifer Crystal Fang-Chien) writes:
> 
> 	Slow on news here, so let me respond to this after a proliferation
> of discussion has already commenced...
> 
> mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin) write:
> 
> >>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.
> 
> 	What I meant by the reference to Shakespeare was the fact that
> in an age when poets were generally writing in veiled language about sex,
> (the reference to flowers early in the poem) Shakespeare was in constrast 
> (as Marie noticed) quite bawdy and full of nasty connotations.
> 	I tried to relate being immortalized as a literary genius because of 
> using in-your-face sex ('fuck') as similar to somehow being like Shakespeare
> and his fame.  I didn't mean to say "(what did you think you'd write), like
> Shakespeare."  I meant, "and i'll immortalize you as a literary 
> genius, . . . , like shakespeare."  Does that make sense?
> 

Yeah, actually it does make sense.  Although I would argue that Shakespeare
was no more "in-your-face" (what a phrase!) than many of his contemporaries.  
It was an in-your-face age, I guess.  

> 	O well, if not, I guess that's a drawing board thing to do...

Or a drawing room thing to do.  ;)


Marie Coffin
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From: rramach@cs.ulowell.edu (Ramesh Ramachandra [RAMS])
Subject: love/lust?
Organization: University of Massachusetts at Lowell Computer Science
Distribution: usa
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 08:06:28 GMT

Love/lust?
---------
Every guy you know
wants to screw you
except for those who
have someone else to pursue
Somewhere in this mindless lust
you will see me too
Please.
Help me
to be something closer to you.
I dont want to lust.
I want you.
From: e37larsen@skyfox
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: BOOM!
Date: 16 Dec 92 16:03:19 GMT
Organization: University of Saskatchewan
NNTP-Posting-Host: sask.usask.ca


                        BOOM!

                  Destroyed by peace.
                    Killed by good.
             Your Christmas gift explodes.
               Apparent contradictions
                 In your child's play.


Trina Larsen
E37larsen@sask.usask.ca
Organization: The Undead
X-Subliminal-Message: Memory is Divine Punishment
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 00:04:46 EST
From: KeyMaster <ESB107@psuvm.psu.edu>
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: One Make Difference? (C&C please)

I've been hesitating on posting this...
There's too many disconnected thoughts..but that's the way
my mind usually works..   :)
.
One
A little rock in the sands of time
Nothing but a brick in the wall
Can One make any difference?
who cares about a little rock
Stuck in the sands of time
Each life is short and taken for granted
Can One make any difference?
A little rock may only cause pain
And therefore inflict pain on itself
Pain is a part of One's life
Can One make any difference?
There's beauty out there and on the inside
Only few understand this pure truth
A truth that must be lived not taught
Can One make any difference?
.
I am curious as to people's reaction to this particular poem.
It's not my usual style...so criticize if you please!
-E.S.Boese
-KeyMaster
-ESB107@psuvm.psu.edu
-boese@crayola.cs.psu.edu
=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)=)
The KeyMaster              "... the perplexities of the life
    |||||                       of the mind...
   | o o |                  the tradgedy inherent in every life
   (  :  )                      consecrated to thought"
    \ O /                  -Herman Hesse  "The Glass Bead Game"
      :                                or "Magister Ludi"
From: metraton@cruzio.santa-cruz.ca.us
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: Roses, Red
Keywords: roses, red, violets, blue.
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 92 13:43:19 PST
Reply-To: metraton@cruzio.santa-cruz.ca.us



Dont't toy with me.
Unless, of course you're a female and pretty.
-- 
"Metraton" is mentioned in the Bible as a Throne, or highest order of angel.
That, or he's a giant robot that transforms into a Camaro. I forget which.
-Jacob Bronowski
metraton@cruzio.santa-cruz.ca.us (E. L. Krause)
From: wachtel@canon.co.uk (Tom Wachtel)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: D/1/Alternatives to moderation....(the extremes)
Date: 14 Dec 92 20:15:08 GMT
Reply-To: wachtel@canon.co.uk
Organization: Canon Research Centre Europe Ltd

Robert Thralls writes:

> But here is an alternative:
> 
> 	If we could agree on a format for the subject field, one could
> easily skip those articles of non-interest. How about something like:
> 
> Subject: A/N/C....
> 
> 	where A is:
> 
> 		Alpha by Subject:
> 			A - article
> 			B - biography


> We could come up with better designators, but I think you get the idea.
> What ya'll thinkin?


it has been suggested before.

it wont work.

it would be awful if it did work. :)



-- 

Tom Wachtel (wachtel@canon.co.uk)
From: ariel_s@west.darkside.com (Ariel S)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Ripples
Date: 14 Dec 92 15:48:45 GMT
Organization: The Dark Side of the Moon +1 408 245 SPAM

Ripples
--------

Learning to read you
is like floating in still water,
holding
softly still -- lanquid
receptive --
no movement
to mar the ripples, the pattern
of meanings:
generated
by your own
gentle
vibrations.

Lie still
in the water,
and watch the ripples passing;
read them, mystic,
like bones, like leaves of tea,
like waves of sound
washing 
in my ear...

So small, 
these subtle movements, 
these waves, ripples,
of meaning, 
effect,
radiating out
from you
to me...

that...

through you
I merge 
into the ether,
the moving fabric
of universe,

into 

the tiny,
the silent small
of sub-atomic,
a particle,
with you...
Two subtle protrusions
into the universe
of large.


11/22/92
From: jbartran@sciences.sdsu.edu (Jonathan Bartran)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: COMPUTER POEMS, COMMENTS PLEASE
Date: 14 Dec 92 03:33:43 GMT
Organization: San Diego State University, College of Sciences
NNTP-Posting-Host: sciences.sdsu.edu
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL7]

My computer spit this poem out the other day when I ran a math routine that
forced a division by zero.

*^^[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!


After reading his, I came up with one of my own.

^^#@(|
*.*.* <system halted>

It sounds:    carrot carrot number at open-paren blap
              dit spat dit splat dit splat CRAP!


Do you have any computer poems?  Post 'em -- don't be shy.

jbartran@sciences.sdsu.edu
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From: alvin@spot.Colorado.EDU (Kenneth Alvin)
Subject: Re: Several words about posting...
Organization: University of Colorado, Boulder
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1992 15:16:42 GMT

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.

   (rest deleted)

Hmmm, I responded with an objection via e-mail.  Not sure what that
implies about your methods...perhaps you could enlighten all of us?

(sorry for the interruption, we hopefully return to the delightful rap-o-rama)

Ken

-- 
comments, criticism welcome...
-Ken
alvin@ucsu.colorado.edu
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From: lichter@oahu.cs.ucla.edu (Michael I. Lichter)
Subject: Re: DARKNESS (C&C WELCOME) 
Organization: UCLA, Department of Sociology
Date: Sun, 13 Dec 92 21:15:35 GMT

I'm not sure if this is a "C" or if it's a "C" or if it's a "C&C".

The poem (DARKNESS by aep2@ns1.cc.lehigh.edu (AMY ELIZABETH PASECHNICK)
- see below) is ok, but with one exception, it's very general.
Everybody at some point or other knows what it's like to be missing
someone, so it's not hard to relate to your poem.  What makes you as a
poet interesting is that you are unique and your personal experiences
and ways of seeing the world may "rhyme" with ours, but they are
different from ours and in some sense they give us another "data point"
from which to construct our own view of the world.  When I say you are
unique, I mean that in the sense that we are all singular constructions
of biology, time, place, and circumstance.  You can either
"personalize" your experience or your perception by exploring the
unique, concrete elements of your situation, by using language in a way
that makes us see differently than we otherwise would, or preferably
both.  I don't think you really do either of those things here, but I
see evidence that you could.

Hopefully others will disagree with me :-).

Anyway, a few specific comments about pieces of the poem:


aep2@ns1.cc.lehigh.edu (AMY ELIZABETH PASECHNICK) writes:

     In the dark
     I think about you
      and what you could be doing.

[     why not say what you think your friend might be doing:
      see you at the movies with friends
      eating fried chicken at the greasy spoon
      or maybe not-sleeping, thinking of me
      ...  ]

     Memories
      creep into my mind
      and I realize how apart we are.

[again, maybe something specific - i feel you touch my
 hair but, no, you're far away - or something - also, if you're
 going to have memories "creep" then you would profit from 
 acknowledging their aliveness a little more ...]

     We were always together
      but now I'm here and you're there
      and I can't seem to reach you.

["can't seem to reach" - phone's always busy? your arms arent 500 miles
long?]

     You seem too distant.

[is this a "seem" or is this an "is"?]

     Especially since you were five minutes away
      and now the journey is five hours.

[    five minutes -> five hours: a specific reference! ]

     Time keeps slipping by
      without a thought
      and our memories are quickly fading.

[    Be careful: time isn't thinking?  you've smoked too much
     pot and are losing your memory?]

     We may soon find
      that it's been years
      and too late to see the light.
     
[     the traffic light?  the light of the candle you
      two would have lit at your wedding?  the light mick
      jagger wanted to be let to shine down on him?]
      
      --AMY
      Any opinions?
      aep2@Lehigh.edu


Lots of opinions.

Michael
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From: sheilah@wam.umd.edu (Danny-Boy)
Subject: Re: Paper, imagery, martin
Organization: University of Maryland, College Park
Date: Sat, 12 Dec 1992 18:45:19 GMT

In article <1992Dec12.033452.17188@cs.ucla.edu> lichter@oahu.cs.ucla.edu (Michael I. Lichter) writes:

>"[Mm]artin",

>Perhaps because this is "free flow thought", you meant three seperate
>pieces, and the conjunction of the first two is accidental, leading me to
>false expectations abou the third?


Relationship. context. connection all in author's head.
essay pending?

here is your context for Martin, and for this paper, Sometimes
I want to write. Or think. I do so. Martin is a book I want to
write. So I think about her a lot to do experiments and find out
if anything happens to 'work' for me.

I probably would have edited out the Martin bit, had not the network
been goofy and genereated an unnatural fear of vi.

>General Question: how obligated do you-all feel not to confuse or lose
>the reader?  

This is an interesting question. don't mean to ignore it now, but
I feel obligated to spend more time on it if I do answer. Maybe
someone else will take the responsibility.

>Personally, I want to write so that at least the average college
private langauge. refs pending.

>Furthermore, I don't want to say something in one part of a poem which
>leads people to assume something which I later show not to be the case,
>unless I want to make a point about peoples' assumptions.  

This is bizarre. Often times I 'lie' in my writing. (is 'lie' wrong
word?)
or do what you just said. It may be that I am trying to make a point
about assumptions. Often times I want to, but I think it is different,
I will try to discover what I think and maybe try to bring up a
discussion.

>Maybe this is too trivial to discuss, but I thought I'd toss it out ...

Nothing has to be trivial. even fleas.

>Michael


I try to cut out unnec. speaking
from the second paragraph:

The ground is full of a thousand thousand lights from housing projects
that are all shaped alike:

The night is beautiful on the third floor
No one is asking you to look at the too bright sky.
What is beautiful, [instead], the forest of cricket legs
you hear on your back, the mattress is on the floor now,
too noisey on old metal springs when you make love -
squeck	   squeck	squeck
complaining bed
you are low, and the high window is more beautiful somehow,
from the floor.
Only listen to the sky glow
a million million people under you are waiting to be forgot
hitting the ceiling, shooting
it is their fault,
you cannot walk out at night
throught trees.
The cricket is beautiful alone,
for someone lying on her back.
If you want, remember walking with trees,
not talking with people for miles.

You want to go write,
you are as interested in the world
as a drinking fountain in te Intramural fields is wonderful
when you run and get breathed
and drink on purpose.
-- 
I am always wrong. Don't believe me ever.
stark raving sane  sheilah@wam.umd.edu
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From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: Re: Marek
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1992 17:26:16 GMT

In article <1992Dec15.204839.10486@midway.uchicago.edu>
alk4@midway.uchicago.edu writes:

>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
>

Indeed, I heartily agree with Alex.  We should also write about tabouli
and make it as apple-pie and motherhood (unwanted, single) as blowing up
Mercedes cars on busy streets.  In other words, the complexities of
Lebanon, the holiest of lands, are ours to assimilate -- and xmas tabouli,
well-made tabouli with lots of fresh chopped mint leaves and parsley, as
well as kitbutz-picked tomatos, organically grown, *is* the focal point of
postmodern downhome poetry.  That, and fucking, of course.

Let me close by saying, as I confided in Cristina, my confidante from
Venezia, that I hope that my mission becomes full of Nicaraguan girls, aged
14 and up, all raven-beautiful and interested in learning aikido up to
black belt, level 10, as well as other arts.

With love, purest and denuding,

				-- Marek
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: another foolish god poem
From: jabolliger@miavx3.mid.muohio.edu
Date: 15 Dec 92 09:46:43 EST

			I Know You

		jester
		joker
		pervert
		clown

		god
		you etched your self on me.

		montser!

	father    son         lord         king
	mother    daughter    mistress     queen

		Disappear;  think i forget.
			No
		i well remember
		a fool i hold you.

		Run, hide
		you won't get away
		i've a hold of your ankle
		won't let you go.

		Transform
		shark,  raven,  dragon,  bear
			still i will hold

			midst of the vortex
		wind,  water,  fire,  stone
			still i will hold

			  to ocean bottom
		     to midst of mountain
			  above clouds

			i will hold
			i will hold
			i will hold



Jean Ann Bolliger
14 December 1992
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: Re: addition to the language (was Re: fuck / jtrue)
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Date: Sat, 19 Dec 1992 10:28:30 GMT

In article <1992Dec19.020125.1002226@sue.cc.uregina.ca>
PROWSE@Meena.CC.URegina.CA (Natalie) writes:

>How about "marek" as an adjective, a verb, a noun?   instead of "fucked girls"
>we can have "mareked girls". "fucking" can be "mareking"....(this is to imply
>sex without love? - sex, simply for the fun of sex.  sex without violence.
>;-)  

Natalie!  You promised!  You promised I could be the most important part of
speech, and that is *not* an adjective, verb, noun or even adverb.  It's a
preposition.  Our view of the world is structured by prepositions.  If you
want to do this right, forget about the wimpy verbs; go for a full blown
preposition.  Nothing captures the elemental relationships of sex as "in",
"out", "on" and, now, "marek".  While it is true that you can proposition
without preposition, you can't position without one...  Not in English anyway.

>(since we all know how much he appreciates his  hands! ;-)

Didn't we sign a nondisclosure agreement about this, Nat?  Trade secrets...

		"He's got the whole world, in his hands
		 He's got the whole world, in his hands..."

				-- a cool hymn

>"boy! I'd really like to marek her!" would no longer imply something
>negative, but more straightforwardly sexual... (though some of you  still
>might interpret it as vulgar)

One of the nice things about English that is often lost on its users is the
possibility of symmetry in verb application.  Thus, the preceding
exclamation could have been uttered by an enthusiastic woman...

>...
>poems anyone? ;-)


		the immaculate conception of "marek"
		-------------------------------------------------------------

		natalie was a clean-cut girl, doo-dah, doo-dah
		natalie was a clean-cut swirl, doo-dah, doo-dah
		natalie drove a shiny ford
		until one day
		without discord

		natalie bore a little word
		and the saints are marching home.

			Marek Lugowski
			19 December 1992
			Chicago, Illinois


>(besides, Nicaraguan boys are too short for me...)

There's always the National basketball team.

		"I might like you better if we slept together,
		 I might like you better if we slept together...
		 ...baby...never...say...never..."

				-- Romeo Void, _Never Say Never_

Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: "Marek Lugowski" <marek@moose.cs.indiana.edu>
Subject: (none)
Organization: Indiana University, Bloomington
Date: Fri, 18 Dec 1992 18:53:28 -0500

In article <1992Dec18.222610.22858@u.washington.edu>
zola@hardy.u.washington.edu (riene des tournesols) writes:

>yeah yeah.  not only do you not need to take your clothes off ever for me,
>and I hope that you don't, you have no idea what happens in my life, nor
>have you ever.  don't make assumptions, and I have long ago learned all I
>can from pigs.

[A translation from Rebecconian to Elizabethian English, provided by Marek:]

Yea, verily.  Thou needest not denude thyself in the grace of my
presence, and methinks thou shan't ever.  Thou hast no clue what is
ahoof in my life.  Thou shall make no assumptions of me, dear Sir, for I am
learned of pig and intend no further schooling.



		zinfandel, again
		---------------------------------------------------------------
		 
		today we had wine
		 
		zinfandel, from north sonoma county
		california ninetween eighty four
		all on acount of a detour
		when father missed an exit
		and we wound up kentucky-bound
		let's get a bottle of alcohol we said
		to celebrate and to make the trip worth it
		i said make it zinfandel
		i secretly cherished my zinfandel poem
		and they cheerfully humored me
		zinfandel it shall be.
		 
		later over
		mother's incomparable lasagna
		the wine arched and stood
		on tart tiptoe
		but did not fall down we
		drank to the good news
		of the future year
		but my heart was down
		there, with the little girl
		in the northwest country
		the one with hungry
		eyes and big punk boots on,
		 
		cam.
		 
		 
			Marek Lugowski
			31 December 1990
			Cincinnati
From: wachtel@canon.co.uk (Tom Wachtel)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: being playful, not a poem, not a comment, just a funny picture
Date: 16 Dec 92 16:34:25 GMT
Reply-To: wachtel@canon.co.uk
Organization: Canon Research Centre Europe Ltd

sheilah@wam.umd.edu (Danny-Boy) writes:


> The idea of grammar as technology has turned out to be so fun because
> I have imagined a spy thriller suspence with black coated linguists named
> Tom stealing grammers from foriegn* countries. sleek yawnings, signaling.**
> 
> *this doesn't make sense, the foreign country
> 
> **There is a hat somewhere to be found in this.


i have a black coat. well, it is a jacket. but it shines in the rain
and would speak like orson welles if it could. i always give the
grammars back afterwards. i yawn sleekly.




-- 

Tom Wachtel (wachtel@canon.co.uk)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: sheilah@wam.umd.edu (Danny-Boy)
Subject: Sea gulls with respects to Rebecca the Temptress
Summary: and I actually don't care I'm only posting so much becuase
Keywords: nervous with final.
Organization: University of Maryland, College Park
Date: Mon, 14 Dec 1992 16:36:40 GMT



sea gulls with pools of water


in the parking lot next to the staduim with my old church
^^on.

(not a poem. not a poem. warning. just an idea. a dumb one. a trite
quite not right write kinda thought.)
-- 
I am always wrong. Don't believe me ever.
stark raving sane  sheilah@wam.umd.edu
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