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From: jpg@bnr.co.uk (Jonathan P. Gibbons)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: Why the long intros?
Date: 6 Jan 93 08:48:00
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In-reply-to: steele@aem.umn.edu's message of Sun, 25 Oct 1992 21:10:42 GMT

Simple solution - put the explanation at the end of the post and all are happy
:-)

Jonathan
--
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  With fearsome eyes and fiery breath the dragon burnt the girl to death
                    -- from "Too Late Saint George"
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From: s14076ma@UMASSD.EDU
Subject: first post...R&R please.
Reply-To: s14076ma@UMASSD.EDU
Organization: UMASS DARTMOUTH, NO. DARTMOUTH, MA.
Date: Tue, 5 Jan 1993 17:04:26 GMT

Hello everyone.  I wrote both of these back in '91- I wasn't in the best of
spirits then.  Any and all comments, suggestions, reactions, etc... would be 
more than welcome and most appreciated.  I know the ending of the second one
needs work.  Thankyou.

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Love is blind, so they say.
So why do we forever try 
To see what's not there?
Try to learn when they don't care,
Try to give when they don't share,
Try to help when they don't spare,
Why do we love when they just stare?

                                        LEARNING

                             You were never there.
                             When I needed you,
                             There was always something else you 
                             cared for.  I was always there.
                             When you needed me,
                             There was never anything else I 
                             lived for.  Now I have learned to be
                             here for myself, and there will
                             never again be you to give to, because
                             when you learn to give to someone
                             but yourself, It will be too late,
                             By then I will be another person who 
                             has only herself to give to.

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From: bu016@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Zita Marie Evensen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: heavyweights
Date: 9 Jan 1993 01:47:02 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, OH (USA)
Reply-To: bu016@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Zita Marie Evensen)
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go ahead, laugh ...
as you conjure meanings and pictures
never meant.
i sit at base of the pyramid
of bloom's taxonomy.

webster never told me 
about the word permutations
messages boxed in a box
in a box  in a box
about the electron-clouds and
heisenberg's uncertainties.


roget never hinted that
words pierce minds like bullets
and one with a strange face
speaking a strange new language
must keep walking
smiling a frozen
painted-on smile
while the heavyweights
from the local gym
hang out by the corner
debating with
perfect
vocabulary.

   ***


zita maria evensen
c1992, jan 8


      




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From: ralph@wixer.cactus.org (Ralph Cherubini)
Subject: Poem--Varying degrees
Organization: Real/Time Communications
Date: Sat, 9 Jan 93 22:55:41 GMT


                                Varying degrees

Murder in the first degree is when you kill someone
like on nightly tv
on purpose
with intent
murder in the second degree is when you didn't really mean it
but you killed them anyway
murder in the third degree is when you live with someone
and help destroy them
only the first two kinds are punishable
here
now
there is no law
against assisted suicide.





-- 
ralph@wixer.cactus.org
cactus.org!wixer!ralph
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From: alk4@ellis.uchicago.edu (Alex L. Karan)
Subject: Re: Acting at Funeral
Reply-To: alk4@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago
Date: Wed, 13 Jan 1993 00:22:27 GMT

I am quite sorry.  See what happens when you stay up
all night reading 16th century verse?
Please forget I posted that.
Instead, read this:




A Funeral
---------



Neither of us  
helped bear the casket,

nor threw a fist of dirt 
over the grave.

Both of us 
heard or spoke no word,

looked only straight ahead,
and didn't cry.

When he was finally 
in the earth

I departed.




Alex L. Karan

and if you want to forget this too, go right ahead.

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From: fallas@athena.mit.edu (Lorelei)
Subject:  "playground"
Organization: Massachusetts Institute of Technology
Date: Mon, 4 Jan 1993 20:48:20 GMT



	"playground"


	 she watches silently as they run laughing by below
	 too high for them to reach, too far for them to go

	 the teachers glance at her with veiled concern, and every day
	 prompted children ask her dutifully if she will come and play

	 embracing twisted metal pipes, small fingers tightly curled,
	 she smiles defiance from her cage, her seat above the world

	 her throne
	 
	 a little girl alone
From: tpl@eng.cam.ac.uk (Tim Love)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Where Languages Meet
Date: 6 Jan 93 09:24:21 GMT
Organization: cam.eng


     Where Languages Meet


This is our bleeding edge, shaped 
to fit the palm. As used flakes fall away
new edges are exposed, singled out 
in a Belfast pub and shot, the IRA's denial 
dubbed into english for the anthologies.

Heroes flee across borders with smuggled books, 
the black economy of grammar asylumed in reason's 
embassy, history sold off stone by stone 
to tourists for bookends, subsidising
the cost of integration. 

No war, no compremise. A baby cries in a locked car 
in a multi-storey carpark. A bomb blast opens a bookshop
in the heart of a distant city. Buried survivors sing 
childhood songs, recreate the rooms of their homes: 
each hidden bottle, each ball of wool.

Trapped limbs could be broken or just numb. 
Itchy skin is rubbed against rocks more real than voices.
At night they still sleep, dreaming of the patterns 
swinging chandeleers make on ceilings. They die 
in rescuers' arms.  Now write it down in a dying tongue. 



Tim Love, Dec 92
C&C welcome.
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From: steele@aem.umn.edu (Stephanie Steele)
Subject: Re: atwood
Organization: University of Minnesota
Date: Thu, 7 Jan 1993 19:04:52 GMT

zola@hardy.u.washington.edu (riene des tournesols) writes:



>an excerpt from a Margaret Atwood poem ("More and more"):

>and if I cut off my long hair,
>if I stopped speaking,
>if I stopped dreaming for other people about parts of the car
>stopped handing them tall creamy flowered silks,
>and loosing the magnificent hawks to fly in their direction...
>if I stopped crying for the salvation of the tea ceremony,
>stopped rushing in excitedly with a spiky bird-of-paradise,
>and never let them see how accurate my pistol-shooting is,
>who would I be?

another bit of atwood, in its entirety-

	you fit into me
	like a hook into an eye

	a fish hook
	an open eye

by Margaret Atwood, taken from "Margaret Atwood: Selected Poems 1966-1984,"
Toronto, Oxford UP, 1990, p. 111

steph.
.


>-nobody, not even Don Zirilli
>*	* * ** 		*** * * ***   	* 	 * * *     *
> *       * * **    **  * **  * * * *   *    ***  *     *   *
>*** * * *   * * * * 	 * 	* * 	* * 		** * 
>*  * * **** *		* *	 	 	*** 	*  *
--

=======================================================================
			   Stephanie Steele
			steele@chip.aem.umn.edu
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From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: Re: Ai: BOYS AND GIRLS, LENNY BRUCE
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Date: Mon, 11 Jan 1993 05:14:57 GMT

This Lenny Bruce impersonation by Ai is excellent.  Note how she lays out
the lines on the page, short, so that the eye follows without getting tired
and lost.  Short lines = furious pace.  I could hear Bruce rant in my head.

Um, I don't think I ever heard Bruce use the word "soul"... counterexample?

				-- Marek


		"Oh, can't you see our souls ignite..."

				-- Genesis, "Supper's Ready"


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From: dali@hardy.u.washington.edu (tree)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Guitar (poem)
Summary: a first work
Date: 13 Jan 93 03:55:11 GMT
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--Hi, this is kind of a first attempt at posting a poem... comments welcome.

				The Guitar...

   As I look upon her hard, perfect exterior, I know something beautiful lies
   beneath. Sometimes I talk to her softly, although I know she cannot reply.
         I gently lift her smooth, curved body, and set her on my knee.
               With my left hand I caress her long, slender neck.
Suddenly I reach out and twist her hard nubs until it seems she is about to snap
                          from being wound so tightly.
  Now, I reach down with my right hand and quickly pluck at her G-string, until
  my plucking and my twisting produce from her a sound like pure ecstacy to my
   ears. My fingers move quickly along her body, sometimes sliding, sometimes
  tapping lightly while my right hand moves back and forth over her hole, never
                                quite touching. 
             The sounds she is making grow louder with my activity.
                            I am in complete control.
  A flick of my wrist produces a high-pitched yelp, long strokes make her moan.
  I continue to play with her for a long time until my hands become exhausted,
                            and I must set her down.
           But I know, we will make beautiful music together again...
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From: stv@unislc.uucp (Steve Spencer)
Subject: Marching to the din of society (C&C welcome)
X-Newsreader: TIN [version 1.1 PL6]
Organization: Unisys Corporation SLC
Date: Wed, 6 Jan 1993 16:03:34 GMT


Marching to the din of society:


Now THIS is life as I know it
Let's all wear our masks
And dance around, like it doesn't hurt
And generally act like an ass

Put on that smile, pick up that stride
An image to withhold
Who gives a DAMN what you feel inside
My son, this world is cold

Ya, scream for help, you worthless whelp
They'll tear you limb from limb
So simply smile, and onward delv
The object's not to "win"

Your goal in life, through toil and strife
Is to deny what you really need
To block out all emotions, boy
'Till you're fucked beyond belief

When you're an eyesore to humanity
A babbling basket case
That m'boy is true success
C'mon, pick up the pace

They'll hate what they have made you
They'll lock the "fool" away
For that my boy, is what society does
What a great and glorious day!
From: tpl@eng.cam.ac.uk (Tim Love)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Going Down
Date: 6 Jan 93 09:21:05 GMT
Organization: cam.eng


                 Going Down

Cycles cluck by, girls pass arm in arm and
Above, dazed James not Jim riffs his sitar,
Making words tadpole through your desklamp's pond,
Breaking concentration's ivory tower.
Reading, you hoard innocence while, punting
In shuffled couples, zigzagging friends go  
Dunking canapes in Pimms till evening,
Giggling home for coffee and strip Tarot.

Easing from the pace, saving for the last
Bend, the leading pack's in sight but you see
Love as the arrow plucked from Zeno's chest;
Understood, unfelt. Head down you cram on,
Eager for starred recompense and when the
Stagger unwinds, you find yourself alone.



Tim Love (C&C welcomed).
It's a sonnetacrostic. Why not try one yourself?
Notes
  * `Going Down' is Cambridge jargon for going home. 
  * Pimms is a traditional celebratory drink amongst students.
  * A starred 1st is a good degree.
  * A `Blue' is an award giving to those who
    represent the Univ at sport (Chess players get
    half-blues).
Organization: Bar-Ilan University Computing Center, Israel
Date: Mon, 4 Jan 1993 19:07:55 IST
From: <X67107@BARILVM.BITNET>
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: tools

In article <4834@cruzio.santa-cruz.ca.us>, jjwebb@cruzio.santa-cruz.ca.us says:
>
>According to Skinner:
>
> 5 front vowels
> 3 mid vowels
> 6 back vowels
> 5 long diphthongs          excuse this dumb question but what is all
> 5 short diphthongs         this about?
> 2 Triphthongs
>16 voiced consonants
>10 voiceless consonants
>-----------------------
>52 phonemes in American English
>
>
>Important books for a poet to own:
>
>Edith Skinner's -- 'Speak with Distinction'
>Daniel Jones' -- 'English Pronouncing Dicionary'
>Kenyon & Knott's -- 'Pronouncing Dictionary of American English'


I find the following book of great use

THE COMPLEATE WORKS OF OREN BOCHMAN

:)


Just kidding ppl. I have use (Ramget's) Roget thasurus and any handy
dictionary. But whan I don't use wordperfect to write my poeme I prefer
to have noimpediments in the form of BOOKS.


ps I confess on having used a rhyming dictionary, but it is not worth
the trouble. There are rarly usefull rhyme I cannot think of by myself.

+--------------------------------------------------------------------+
+------------------------  Axiomatic Avartar ------------------------+
+-----------       The Darkest Incarnation of Death     -------------+
+--------------------------------------------------------------------+
From: ralph@wixer.cactus.org (Ralph Cherubini)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Poem--Talisman
Date: 10 Jan 93 14:16:39 GMT
Organization: Real/Time Communications


                                Talisman

Two things stand always before you:
one white bowl full of blackness
one black bowl full of whiteness.
Learn to use them
else be their servant.






-- 
ralph@wixer.cactus.org
cactus.org!wixer!ralph
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From: gj156879@alfred.carleton.ca ( gj student 156879)
Subject: Bathtub bliss -a poem
Organization: Carleton University
Date: Fri, 8 Jan 1993 10:04:54 GMT

We haven't had a theme since ducks, have we?  Let's all write about
our bathtub experiences...
 
 
Bathtub Bliss
-------------

A bath with another
is crowded but sweet.

She shaved my face while
we bathed.

I thought she would cut me,
but she didn't.

She said it was like shaving
a complicated leg
with a mouth on it.



                                                  Nik
                                           All serious poetry
                                           deserves comments.


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From: gj156879@alfred.carleton.ca ( gj student 156879)
Subject: Slime Festival Number 87
Organization: Carleton University
Date: Tue, 5 Jan 1993 01:06:39 GMT

Slime Festival Number 87
------------------------
 
It began with Jello.
We freed it from a high place:
"Be free Jello!" we screamed,
And hurtled it into space.

(It landed below,
on a pedestrian's face.)

Then we threw SPAM
up into the air
"Fly away SPAM!" we screeched.
It landed, we know not where.
 
(Although I suspect I saw some,
in my sister's hair.)
 
We released some ketchup
into the sky.
We just did it,
do not ask us why.
 
(It unfortunately landed
on some fat bald guy.)

We catapulted play-dough
off into the blue.
We shot off some donuts
and some rice crispies too.
 
(It landed on a car,
but what could we do?)
 
And when the festival drew to a close
The ground below us was covverred in scum.
We knew our day had been spent very well.
We were all satisfied with a job well done.
 


                                        Nik
                                   C&C?  SHORE.
                       All serious poetry deserves feedback.

 
 


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From: ejordan@sirius.UVic.CA (Eric  Jordan)
Subject: Be No Mistake
Organization: University of Victoria, Victoria, BC, Canada
Date: Fri, 8 Jan 93 20:59:54 GMT


BE NO MISTAKE

Be no mistake. I would
	now, today has come.
	but Diane is in there,
	"You are not!" I exclaimed.


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

It's my first time posting to this group.
Please C & C are more than welcome.

Eric
ejordan@nero.uvic.ca
From: jessop@ljohub.enet.dec.com (Class Dinosauria)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Lone Apostle...
Date: 7 Jan 93 14:25:05 GMT
Reply-To: jessop@ljohub.enet.dec.com (Class Dinosauria)
Organization: Digital Equipment Corporation



	Lone Apostle...


	another fork,
	it reaches to the sky --
	a tree --
	worshipping
	its cold, grey god,
	winter.


		msj
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From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: internet is / Marek
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Date: Sun, 10 Jan 1993 02:09:19 GMT


		internet is kind
		-------------------------------------------------------------

		internet suffereth long, and is kind;
		internet envieth not; internet vaunteth not itself,
		is not puffed up, doth not behave itself
		unseemly, seeketh not her own,
		is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;
		rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;
		beareth all things, believeth all things,
		hopeth all things, endureth all things.
		internet never faileth.

		internet is patient, internet is kind.
		it is not jealous, is not pompous,
		it is not inflated, it is not rude,
		it is not self-seeking, it is not 
		easily angered, it keeps no record
		of wrongs. internet does not delight in
		evil but rejoices with the truth.
		it always protects, always trusts,
		always hopes, always perserveres.
		internet never fails.

		internet is patient, internet is kind.  it
		is not jealous, is not pompus, it
		is not inflated, it is not rude, it
		does not seek its own interests, it
		is not quick-tempered, it
		does not brood over injury, it
		does not rejoice over wrongdoing
		but rejoices with the truth.  it
		bears all things, believes all things,
		hopes all things,
		endures all things.
		internet never fails.

		internet is always patient and kind;
		internet is never jealous;
		internet is not boastful or conceited,
		it is never rude and never seeks its own advantage,
		it does not take offence or store up grievances. 
		internet does not rejoice at wrongdoing,
		but finds its joy in the truth.
		it is always ready to make allowances, to trust,
		to hope and to endure whatever comes.
		internet never comes to an end.

		internet is very patient and kind
		never jealous or envious, never boastful
		or proud, never haughty or selfish or rude.
		internet does not demand its own way.
		it is not irritable or touchy. it does not
		hold grudges and will hardly even notice
		when others do it wrong.  it is never glad about
		injustice, but rejoices whenever truth wins out.
		if you befriend someone on the internet you will be
		loyal to her no matter what the cost.


			Marek Lugowski
			9 January 1993
			Chicago, Illinois

			with invaluable help from a friend in Seattle.
From: RMacMichael@cup.portal.com (Ryan - MacMichael)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: STANZA Magazine Guidelines
Date: Sat,  9 Jan 93 20:23:01 PST
Organization: The Portal System (TM)

STANZA, the free online poetry magazine 
ISSN 1063-8377 
 
US Mail: 
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Medford NJ 08055-9752 
 
E-mail: 
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InterNet  --  rmacmichael@cup.portal.com 
 
How to Submit 
------------- 
You may simply send your poems -- preferably via e-mail, though US mail 
is also acceptable -- and I'll look at them.  If you wish, you may include 
a short bio and list of past publications, but it's not necessary. 
 
Please be sure exactly how you want your name to appear, should your work 
be accepted, as well as any special instructions for the printing of your 
piece. 
 
What to Submit 
-------------- 
We are looking for any sort of poetry.  Once our submission volume increases, 
we may have themed issues, but for now anything will do. 
 
We are also looking for reviews of poetry collections, videos, retreats, 
whatever.  We'll also look at any short articles on the life of a poet. 
 
Basically, send us something.  We'll consider it. 
 
If you would like us to review a poetry collection of yours that is being 
made available, feel free to send a reviewer's copy to the above US Mail 
address. 
 
Response Time 
------------- 
I will usually be able to get back to you within a week. 
 
Payment & Rights 
---------------- 
STANZA is a non-profit magazine, so at this time we cannot offer any money 
to contributors.  However, all we ask for is the right to print your work 
electronically once and distribute via the modem. 
 
Other Stuff 
----------- 
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paper as well as advance the electronic publishing market.  STANZA is a member 
of the Disktop Publishing Association (DPA). 
 
STANZA is distributed on GEnie, on the rec.arts.poems conference on the 
UseNet, and on many of the larger national BBSes. 
 
Please feel free to e-mail me with any questions.
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Subject: Re: Instead
From: nihil@oread.cc.ukans.edu
Date: 6 Jan 93 21:35:23 CST
Organization: University of Kansas Academic Computing Serces

In article <1ickg2INNba6@bigboote.WPI.EDU>, satan@wpi.WPI.EDU (Matt Meyer) writes:
> In article <1993Jan5.170652.29728@news.acns.nwu.edu> marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski) writes:
>>In article <402@uiunix.ui.org> donz@uiunix.ui.org (Don Zirilli) writes:
>>>
>>>		Instead of Growing Old With You
>>>		----------------------------------------------
>>>
> I disagree with Marek, but i'm sure in his 'infinite wisdom' he can point 
> out several 'flaws' (according to him and whatever poetry establishment 
> he cares to quote). 
> 
> The thing that sometimes annoys me about the posted criticism on this group,
> is though it is honest (which is important) it is often tactless.  The 
> object of criticism is not to crush the ego of the writer (and it isn't to
> inflate it either).  It's is to point out flaws and areas for improvement.
> Need we open our criticisms with statements like "remarkably bad piece of 
> writing."  

   you can be as tactless as you want, but you don't make friends that way. but
i think Marek's point (with which i agree) is that Posthumous is capable of so
much better.

c.j.
oread.cc.ukans.edu
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From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: Re: Instead
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Date: Wed, 6 Jan 1993 07:02:16 GMT

		    "She strove to use rhyme unexpectedly but
		always aptly.  Even the most unusual rhyme, she
		felt, must never obtrude on the sense of the
		line, nor must the normal word order, the easy
		tone of vernacular speech, be wrenched solely to
		save a rhyme."

				-- Maxine Kummin on Anne Sexton
				   preface to _The Complete Poems_