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From: zola@hardy.u.washington.edu (Candlestick O'Toole)
Subject: Re: Yo, read please...
Organization: University of Washington, Seattle
Date: Thu, 13 Aug 1992 18:05:02 GMT

In article <0095F085.3E7BB8E0@Eagle.oscs.montana.edu> ieeug470@Eagle.oscs.montana.edu writes:
>
[...stuff about Seattle, rainiest city on earth deleted...]
>
>
>By the way, what is an O'Toole and how did they invade this newsgroup??
>

       Mike,
  I am sure Posthumous O'Toole would love to fill you in on the lore,
  since Joe Green seems to have up and won the Olympics - 
  O'Tooles don't really "invade".  They step up when needed.  There has 
  been much history provided in the past.  Stay tuned- I suspect there 
  may be more come autumn.  Rightly, I don't think anyone has archived 
  O'Toole history.  It is much like a fireworks display - necessary to
  be there, for there is no describing the colors, nor the shapes, well
  enough.

  For the time being, Nora the Irish Wolfhound is requiring attention.

	I bid you peace, Cocktail?

     -Candlestick


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From: lugowski@ils.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: Conversation with a Rock / Wislawa Szymborska / trans: Marek+Joanna
Organization: The Institute for the Learning Sciences
Date: Sun, 16 Aug 1992 03:28:42 GMT


		Conversation with a Rock
		(translation of Rozmowa z Kamieniem)
		-------------------------------------------------------------

		I knock at the gates of a rock.
		"It's me, please let me in.
		I want passage inside,
		to look around,
		to breath you in like air."
		 
		"Go away," says the rock.
		"I'm closed tight.
		Even broken into pieces
		we would remain closed tight.
		Even ground into dust
		we would not let anyone in."
		 
		I knock at the gates of the rock.
		"It's me, please let me in.
		I come from sheer curiosity:
		Life is its only chance.
		I wish to saunter about your palace,
		and later pay a visit to a leaf and a water droplet.
		I have so very little time for it all.
		My mortality should move you."
		 
		"I am a rock, " says the rock,
		"and of necessity I must remain solemn.
		Go away.
		I have no muscles for laughter."
		 
		I knock at the gates of the rock.
		"It's me, please let me in.
		I heard that there are vast,
		empty rooms inside you.
		Beautiful, for no one to see.
		Silent, for no one to pace.
		Admit it, you yourself know little of it."
		 
		"Vast and empty rooms," says the rock,
		"but there is no room in them.
		Beautiful, well, maybe, but well beyond your feeble senses.
		 
		You can acquaint yourself with me, but you will never know me.
		With all my surface I turn toward you.
		With all my inside I turn away."
		 
		I knock at the gates of the rock.
		"It's me, please let me in.
		I seek no shelter for the eternity.
		I am not crestfallen.
		I am not homeless.
		My world is worth returning to.
		I'll come and go with empty hands.
		And to prove that I was really there
		I will keep nothing but words
		to which no one will lend credence."
		 
		"You will not come in," says the rock.
		"You lack the sense of partaking.
		Even vision sharpened to all-seeing
		will not do you any good without the sense of partaking.
		You won't come in, you barely have an inkling of this sense,
		scarcely its beginning, only imagined."
		 
		I knock at the gates of the rock.
		"It's me, please let me in.
		I cannot afford to wait two thousand centuries
		to enter under your roof."
		 
		"If you don't believe me," says the rock,
		"ask a leaf.  It will say what I say.
		Ask a water droplet.  It will say what the leaf says.
		Finally, ask a single hair from your head.
		I'm bursting with laughter, huge laughter,
		which I know not how to laugh."
		 
		I knock at the gates of the rock.
		"It's me, please let me in."
 
		"I have no gates," says the rock.


			Wislawa Szymborska
			Poland
 
				translated from Polish
				by Marek Lugowski / Joanna Trzeciak
				Cincinnati, Kentucky,
				Tennessee, Arkansas, Dallas, 1989
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From: tolman%asylum.cs.utah.edu@cs.utah.edu (Kenneth Tolman)
Subject: Outcast
Date: 20 Aug 92 19:43:36 MDT
Keywords: ---comments welcome---
Organization: University of Utah, CompSci Dept

Out by the tesselated steel
On top of a concrete shell
Hung out the gang bold and strong
Full of quick pride

Far away in the glacier melt
A town of twenty three kicked on
A man who won at gambling

Here sloppy drinks spilled down
Anger rising to exclude the homo

The sea walrus hunts alone
From: jeffrey.burrows@almac.co.uk
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: request for articles
Date: 18 Aug 92 21:35:09 GMT
Distribution: rec
Organization: ALMAC PC Board


Hi,

	I'm putting out this request for articles for a magazine
published in Glasgow by the name of PolyPhony. It's run on a sort of
public-domain/shareware ethic; i.e. there's no fee for articles
(unless, I guess, it's something particularly special) and the
magazine itself is freely distributable paperly or electronically.
Copyright, however, remains with authors and their permission is
required before individual works are reproduced.

	Poetry submissions, primarily, are requested; although any
form of creative writing - short stories, reviews, travelogues, essays
&c - are also welcome. Also mail me if you want to receive it and I'll
work out the uuencode stuff.

	Please send any submissions to my e-mail address, but not to
my snail-mail one. Any paper-bound mail should go directly to the
(netless) editor, at:

			PolyPhony
			62 Fergus Drive
			North Kelvinside
			Glasgow G20 6AW
			Scotland


  Thanks in advance,


  Jey

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From: socwk@lure.latrobe.edu.au
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Poem: Snow
Date: 18 Aug 92 15:04:25 GMT
Organization: VAX Cluster, Computer Centre, La Trobe University


                             Snow

     It was on the expectation of snow 
          that we dreamt of the night on friendly cold.  
     Nothing was meant to come of it: 
          but in the end the snow made all the differance.

     It was a matter of the reason of all things 
          and the expanse of sight in the night.  
     Something had opened itself for the sound of the
          settling snow 

          At that time we thought we had come home.  
     And it was so D  

          Time had seen the day in the evening and the light
     shuddered in our communion and nothing was new any more.
From: zola@hardy.u.washington.edu (Candlestick)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: A history of the O'Tooles (Was Re: Yo, read please...
Date: 17 Aug 92 17:58:41 GMT
Article-I.D.: u.1992Aug17.175841.8859
Organization: University of Washington, Seattle


 donz@ui.org (Posthumous O'Toole) writes:
>
>(p.s. both your note and my reply will be forwarded God-knows-where so that
>the Maestro himself may read it.)
>
I have never much held to situations where one is required to intercede for
another.  I have generally labeled it as horse shit.

-Candlestick whose flame does a gigue.

---
nobody not even you
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From: ralph@wixer.cactus.org (Ralph Cherubini)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Poem--My heart
Date: 23 Aug 92 11:31:18 GMT
Organization: Real/Time Communications


                        My heart

My heart
it is a blazing sun
which rises each night
this sun
it is an acute eye
which spreads radiance
on that which it would see
warming the cold shell
which you have built around yourSelf
to keep it safe
burning off the dross of uncaring
pouring the heat of love over your hardness
so that you may melt back to what you are
and journey with me into the joy
of unknowing...
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From: ralph@wixer.cactus.org (Ralph Cherubini)
Subject: Poem--Poetry reading
Organization: Real/Time Communications
Date: Fri, 21 Aug 92 09:33:27 GMT


                        Poetry reading

She read me poetry
about women's backs and necks
I asked her to choose one
she chose one
which she knew would make me want her
she does this incessantly
innocently
with every word she utters
she would have me believe
she is all unawares
but she enjoys
that I never believe her...
From: root@bing.UUCP (Administrator)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: Some Three One Night / Marie Coffin
Date: 21 Aug 92 05:40:06 GMT
Organization: Bing's Rubber Chicken Factory -- "Our clucks are boneless."

mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin) writes:
> 
> 	Some Three One Night
> 	---------------------------------------------------
> 	
   .....
> 	9.
> 	
> 	Lilies of the valley grow under the window.
> 	I cut one, carried it home,
> 	laid it precisely on the table.
> 	Even in July the mornings are cold.
> 	
> 	We were three last night
> 	but only two spoke.
> 	I have the rest of my life to sleep
> 	and when I drift off
> 	I listen.
> 	
> 	In the ending was no word.
> 
> 
> 
> Marie Coffin
> August 14, 1992

I love this part...  Very intimate, soft spoken.
Nice work!

Bing
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From: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Subject: Some Three One Night / Marie Coffin
Reply-To: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Organization: Iowa State University
Date: Fri, 14 Aug 1992 21:43:45 GMT


	Some Three One Night
	---------------------------------------------------
	
	1a.
	
	This is the urgent touch
	of immediate desire.
	His hungry hands demand
	my pleasure.
	
	1b.
	
	This is the touch of exploration
	of skin on new skin.
	He is, above all,
	foreign.  He demands nothing.
	
	1c.
	
	My smile is bitter.
	My last thought is that
	this promise also will be unmet.	
	So mine is the touch of greed.
	I will take what I can get.
	
	
	2.
	
	And the three shall become one.
	
	
	3.
	
	Here is a post-modern physics
	where ether is real.
	One jagged word could release
	the energy 
	captured in this conjunction
	and blow us all sky-high
	space debris
	endlessly orbiting
	the touch of distance
	so we whisper and slowly stroke
	to avoid electric shock.
	
	
	4.  
	
	Outside the churches sleep
	their stained
	glass dark
	but we do the work of gods
	form and re-form molecules
	create slippery new substances
	utter the sacramental noise.
	
	
	5.
	
	He changes the music --
	now I conduct the trio.
	
	I can't find my skin.
	
	
	6.
	
	Uphold me with your four arms,
	kiss me with all your lips.
	Melt into me -- 
	my fences are gone
	I don't know where you begin.
	
	Call down blessings on this trinity.
	We speak in tongues of fire
	that melt the snow,
	we fling out hues that swirl against the sky.
	
	This is the true faith,
	this is what we know.
	We heave like god on the first day of creation.
	We bring forth the heavens and the earth,
	the the waterbed void is stilled.
	This is the way.
	
	
	7. 
	
	And now I can't sleep.
	
	I don't want to miss
	this strangest vigil.
	I am no longer half.
	I am, at last, in the middle.
	The room grows light as I
	savor this union, 
	shake this slow breath.
	
	This is the silk touch,
	there is so much skin.
	
	
	8.
	
	We joked and tickled and teased
	but as we curled into sleep he said
	we'll never forget this.
	Wherever we are, on Mondays,
	we'll always remember.
	
	Go to sleep, I said.
	This is the touch of the past:
	no reformations or confessions
	can unravel what we've done.
	
	The sheets are satin red.  How could we forget?
	
	
	9.
	
	Lilies of the valley grow under the window.
	I cut one, carried it home,
	laid it precisely on the table.
	Even in July the mornings are cold.
	
	We were three last night
	but only two spoke.
	I have the rest of my life to sleep
	and when I drift off
	I listen.
	
	In the ending was no word.



Marie Coffin
August 14, 1992
From: slorenc@thomas.helios.nd.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: POEM: I wish
Date: 17 Aug 92 20:07:09 GMT
Reply-To: slorenc@thomas.helios.nd.edu
Organization: Univ. of Notre Dame

As you read this keep in mind this is my first post
and also first attempt at a poem. Criticism is welcomed
and encouraged. 



i wish i knew you when
-----------------------

i wish i knew you when
both our lives were so carefree
when the only things that were important
were ice cream, chocolate, and skyrockets

but alas we're older
with troubles, sorrows, and responsibilities
the childish innocence is gone
that's why i wish i knew you when		    
					
our lives started so differently		  
seeming never destined to cross	
yet somehow luckily they did		    
still i wish i knew you when	
						
my timing has never been the best	
so why should you be any different		
instead of being in sync all i do 		 
is wish i knew you when				 
						  
with me not really knowing what i want		 
and you not ready to let anyone in your heart	             
that's why i say again and again		              
i wish i knew you when			                    
						      
when i gaze into your sparkling eyes	           
touch your flowing auburn hair			  
and share the smile which lites up the heavens     
all i can do is wish i knew you when		  
						  
i wish i knew you when				                   
before your heart was so pained					  
before you built that wall around your heart			  
that seems destined to keep us apart				      			  
							          
now as i sit with a spoon					    
trying to chip away at the wall of your heart
i can't help but think
i wish i knew you when.

i hope one day you can see me with your heart
as i see you with mine
but for now all i can do 
is wish i knew you when

so for now we call each other friends
because of the way fate threw us together
you with your wall causing my heart pain
all i can think of again and again is
i wish i knew you when
From: beh@hal.bu.edu (Bruce Howells)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Pan on the subway
Date: 16 Aug 92 22:41:49 GMT
Distribution: rec.arts.poems
Organization: Internet access via the Free Software Foundation


He clasped the flute case closely
with long, tapered fingers,
delicate, and brown.

I, who've lived in music schools
for what seems like forever
and a day,
thought I would know what I would
see, if ever I looked up to see his face
and so, I didn't.

Just before the train stopped short of Central,
he stood, to leave, and in leaving, clasped
his instrument closer, flexing his long,
narrow brown fingers.  I couldn't help but
look, and there, 
there was Pan, the god.

I knew him, from his face
his face which had no weakness,
no dreaminess,
no music school imprinted in its
harsh and weathered lines,
but rather was browned from his dancing in
the fading light of afternoons;
his feet, which seemed sure and somehow
goatlike to the end, 
were not the feet of
flautists I have known.

I think, yes, somehow, I think 
that I saw Pan on the subway
here
in Boston.

Nancy Howells
beh@gnu.ai.mit.edu
(temporarily)
From: cecilw@access.isc-br.com (Cecil Williams)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: I seem to have lost it.
Date: 19 Aug 92 21:33:12 GMT
Organization: ISC-Bunker Ramo, Spokane, WA


 jeannie@vaxdad.scri.fsu.edu (Jeannie West) writes:
>
>Casualty
>---------------------
>I love you I hate you,
>the words are so trite.
>Within me a  war rages,
>I suffer from the fight.

or howabout:

I love you I hate you,
the words so trite;
Within me war rages,
I suffer the fight

>
>Can't seem to make the words
>come together in my mind.
>My creativity is a casualty,
>I hope it isn't fatal this time. 
>
>Jeannie West 8/92


 I have you
  I hove you 
   I love you
  I lote you
 I late you 
I hate you 
 I have you
  I hove you 
   I love you
  I lote you
 I late you 
I hate you 


Cecil
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         Self Critic
         -----------


 1.  This line is meant to offend you.
 2.  This line is meant to deprive you of your rights. 
 3.  This line is meant to humiliate you.
 4.  This line is meant to confuse you.
 5.  This line is meant to confound you.
 6.  This line is meant to make you feel uncomfortable.
 7.  This line is meant to co-opt you.
 8.  This line is meant to make you a product.
 9.  This line is meant to vilify you.       
10.  This line is meant to inflame public anger against you.
11.  This line is meant to encourage acts against your person and property.
12.  This line is meant to kill  you.
From: JOANNE@MAINE.MAINE.EDU
Newsgroups: rec.arts.theatre
Subject: PHANTOM
Date: 12 Aug 92 15:28:15 GMT
Organization: University of Maine System

Any news on "The Phantom of the Opera" opening in Boston? Are
tickets available? Who's in the cast?
Newsgroups: rec.arts.theatre
From: garrem@aix.rpi.edu (Matthew Olsen Garretson)
Subject: Re: Absolutely nonessential little thing was Re: PHANTOM
Organization: Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, Troy, NY
Date: Fri, 21 Aug 1992 21:03:14 GMT

In article <1992Aug16.200217.24829@nntp.hut.fi> p38448n@puukko.hut.fi (Timo Saarto) writes:
>Has anybody else noted that in Batman Returns-movie, when Bruce and Selina
>both go to the ball- it turns out to be masquerade, and true as ever, strangely
>familiar-looking fella appears on top of a staircase wearing a skull mask..;-> 

And, on an episode of "Beverly Hills 90120", at a costume party, a person 
wearing a familiar white mask made several background appearances! We are
being invaded!!    

PS- Please don't assume from this post that I actually *watch* 90120!! :)
-- 
Matt Garretson                       :-)                          garrem@rpi.edu
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From: richard@csi.on.ca (Richard Martin)
Subject: Re: 'Science Fiction' Stage Plays
Organization: Carp Systems International, Kanata, ON
Date: Thu, 20 Aug 1992 20:47:30 GMT

In article <1992Aug19.201319.25348@enterprise.rdd.lmsc.lockheed.com> baylor@force.ssd.lmsc.lockheed.com writes:
>In article <d=!npd-@lynx.unm.edu>, lundgren@vesta.unm.edu (Chad Lundgren) writes:
>>In article <1992Aug14.175234.1@fnalc.fnal.gov> higgins@fnalc.fnal.gov (Bill Higgins-- Beam Jockey) writes:
>>I've never heard of it.  At the very least, Mr. Capek is credited
>>in many circles as being the first to use the word robot, although
>>Asimov probably did more to popularize it.
>Surely not. Robots were a staple of SF when Asimov was a kid reading it.
>(He'd put out an anthology called, "Before the Golden Age" of the
>stuff he'd read in his childhood.)
Yes, but he is known for having coined the term `robotics'.  I don't
know if he did, but he's known for it, and he's dead now, so why not
just leave it that way?
Richard.
-- 
Richard Martin               	richard@csi.on.ca
If I had anything witty to say, I wouldn't put it here.
From: pape@rd1.interlan.com (Donna Pape)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.theatre
Subject: Phantom on E!
Date: 21 Aug 92 12:14:06 GMT
Organization: Racal-Datacom, Sunrise, FL

I haven't seen this posted yet so...

I saw on E! that there's going to be a "brand new" half hour behind
the scenes at The Phantom of the Opera this weekend (21-23 Aug).
No times were given, but the way E! recycles things, it should be on
several times.

Donna

Newsgroups: rec.arts.theatre
From: ethchen@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (Edwin T. Chen)
Subject: Re: More ALW Phantom gossip
Originator: news@nimaster
Organization: Princeton University
Date: Wed, 19 Aug 1992 00:39:56 GMT

Yah, I've also heard that ALW's _Phantom_ is strikingly similar to 
_Brigadoon_.  I haven't "witnessed" this though, as I haven't heard
any selections from _Brigadoon_.  Has anybody heard this as well?

Ed
Newsgroups: rec.arts.theatre
From: ethchen@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (Edwin T. Chen)
Subject: Re: broadway shows recommended?
Originator: news@nimaster
Organization: Princeton University
Distribution: na
Date: Wed, 19 Aug 1992 13:47:06 GMT

In article <1992Aug19.072516.6586@leland.Stanford.EDU> aku@leland.Stanford.EDU (Andrew Chia-Tso Ku) writes:
>
>You might want to keep in mind that the Mirvishes are bringing 
>LOST IN YONKERS, THE SECRET GARDEN (albeit with reduced orchestra), 
>MISS SAIGON (as if you didn't already know), and GUYS AND DOLLS to T.O. 
>in the next year or so.  But then again, you might consider still seeing
>the NY production of G&D for the performances.

Just wondering what the term "T.O" means.  Please excuse my ignorance!
=)

Ed

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From: kasprj@isaac.its.rpi.edu (Jim Kasprzak)
Subject: Re: 'Science Fiction' Stage Plays
Reply-To: kasprj@rpi.edu
Organization: The Big Wedge 
Date: Sat, 15 Aug 1992 03:13:44 GMT

In article <1992Aug14.175234.1@fnalc.fnal.gov>, higgins@fnalc.fnal.gov (Bill Higgins-- Beam Jockey) writes:
|> In article <fk1m62a@lynx.unm.edu>, lundgren@vesta.unm.edu (Chad Lundgren) writes:
|> > I can't believe nobody's mentioned the play from the man that originated the
|> > word robot:  Rossum's Universal Robots (a.k.a R.U.R) by Carl Capek.  
|> [...]
|> > Anyway, it's an old play, but worth checking out.   
|> 
|> It's pretty awful, if you ask me.  Hard to believe that this was
|> entertainment in 1924.  Prague must have been a *really* dull town on
|> a Saturday night.
 
 I've never seen it performed on stage, but I found _R.U.R._ to be more
interesting than that. It was "science fiction" in the mode of H.G. Wells,
not Jules Verne - i.e., the SF element was more a vehicle for social 
commentary than serious scientific speculation. In fact, I saw a lot of 
parallels between _R.U.R._ and Wells' _Food of the Gods_. It helps to 
remember that Bohemia was one of the industrial centers of Europe from the
late 19th century to the Second World War.
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From: msa7+@andrew.cmu.edu (Mark R. Sanders)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.theatre
Subject: Re: Sunset Boulevard
Date: 23 Aug 92 14:47:33 GMT
	<1992Aug21.210237.16658@leland.Stanford.EDU>
Organization: Sophomore, Psychology, Carnegie Mellon, Pittsburgh, PA

Hello!
          Does anyone know when the cast will be chosen and/or recording
released of Sunset Boulevard?
			Thanks, 
				Mark