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From: gschlesi@scott.skidmore.edu (Christopher Robin)
Subject: Re: Trying to describe an experiment
Organization: Skidmore College, Saratoga Springs NY
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1992 05:23:32 GMT

I once did something similar to this.  It was based to a certain
extent on what people had said about various works at my literary
magezine meetings.  Plus a few random things which I had said, and one
line which was a slightly messed up translation of something in
Spanish.

_BIG MONEY, LITTLE BRAINS_

All of a 
Sudden
A flock of albino pigeons
and soaring chickens
migrated south
under the armpit of the government.
Captain Kirk
in the Starship Enterprise
never got 
this far.
Yes, I love power tools
'cause I'm an All-American man.
I certainly do love power tools.
After allm they laughed at Galileo,
and where is he now? Dead.
It wasn't just a Jewish thing.
Because all of a sudden.

Monk.

			-Big Money and Little Brains


I've also constructed various poems by underlining words and passages
in an Ira Levin book which I had picked up off the side of the road.
He uses good words, but I'm usually not impressed with what he has to
say.  SO I use his words, just in a "better" way (better is subjective
isn't it?).  It's all sort of like junk art, except that it's junk
poetry.  I suppose it is an attempt to save literature as an art form
by trying to do something with it's ashes.  

Well, love you all.
						-The Anti-Poet
From: math1rb@rosie.uh.edu (92F07486)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Flaming Dog
Date: 15 Dec 1992 12:21 CST
Organization: University of Houston
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All coments welcome....


	"Flaming Dog"

pushed me down, taken the meat
from under my nose
telling me lies i'm supposed
to believe
frankly i don't care as we
share a beer

but then you left me when
it suited your style
i'm dragged with my nose to
the ground
you've taken advantage of my
talents and now you've left me
to die

sitting in this hell, i'm
supposed to pray
that i won't do it again
but i know the pain that's
started to run from
under my finger nails

i'm just another one of
your flaming dogs supposed
to sit in your lap?
but you never understood the
agenda of my love friend
and that's it, the end

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From: elc@cup.portal.com (Edward L Cole)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: HE CAME, NOT I
Date: Fri, 18 Dec 92 23:16:41 PST
Organization: The Portal System (TM)
Distribution: world

THis I like. Sex and the pursuit of God are very similar for ME 
and I've written a few lines in the topic as well.


It must be sacrilige
to find joy in the profane
pleasures of this world of flesh.

I've had goosebumps
and felt the Spirit move
taking the Bread and the Wine.

Yet, the cross of fine hair
on last
his chest
also reveals God to me.

I think your poem is lots better but I wanted to share this one.



"HE CAME, NOT I"  -- Steven E. Paul


Sheets wet with sex, blankets tossed upon cold tile...
Clothing desperately clinging to bed posts, 
Pillows supporting...
    Comforting...
    Hiding...
    Fevered flesh...
    Kneeling before GOD...

I saw as HE came

Holy fetishes cetered around holier relics...

    I gave testiment to him...
      He took upon himself my prayers--
        Carnal moans and yearnings...

        Delieverence has never been so fulfilling--
   Communion, never so gratifying...

        I think I'll come
    To His Church...

        ...MORE OFTEN...

-- 
____________________________________________________________________________
STEVEN E. PAUL                         *   "A LOVER WHO HAS KNOWN NO LOVE...
sp15@midway.uchicago.edu               *             THIS AM I..."
                                       *
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Subject: Re: origami bird (a cinquain)
From: nikolay@husc10.harvard.edu (Philip Nikolayev)
Date: 18 Dec 92 06:47:13
Organization: The Kremlin Wall of Harvard
In-reply-to: colossal@cbnewsg.cb.att.com's message of Thu, 17 Dec 1992 16:03:05 GMT

colossal@cbnewsg.cb.att.com (colossal Microscope) writes:

[...]

> manipulating hands 	

This sounds like copulating cunts.
Avoid tautology, kids.

[...]

>                       Copyright 1992 Jack Thomas Weres 
>			All Rights Reserved.  
>			Personal use copies okay.

			Hm, try that the other way:
			Piracy encouraged.
			O'kays reserved: modesty!
			Personal use copies all right.

Philip Nikolayev
nikolay@husc.harvard.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Subject: Re: squirrels in the ceiling / Frances+Marek (1990)
Reply-To: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Organization: Iowa State University
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 1992 21:35:24 GMT

In article <1992Dec16.191351.20384@news.acns.nwu.edu>, marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu
(Marek Lugowski) writes:
> They ecpect you to assimilate new things. :(
> 
> You froget eh underline and the indentation.  Bad critic.  No donut.
> There were other things you missed, but we won't bopre you with subtleties.


And he says he can spell without me.  What's the matter, Marek?  Squirrel
got your fingers?


Marie Coffin
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: roses and atom bombs
From: conrad@kryton.UUCP (Konstatin Kalikanzaros)
Date: Tue, 15 Dec 92 01:10:58 PST
Organization: Paradox Alley F&SF BBS 805-492-8789


       The Rose
       ________


	A blood red rose spans distance sere
	'tween night and frosty morn
	bud in evening, blooms severe
	by daylight naught but thorn

	so like the rose we oft delight
	in simple pleasures spare
        but gusto grabbed by fire light
	'twas sweeter than despair

	time always slips through hands of man
	like grains through glass clad waist
	fleeting blossoms dry and wan 
	of power we but taste
	
        in sandy waste there stands a block
	words carved on graven stone
	naught remains to read this clock
	not bird nor white bleached bone
        
	words are writ on stoney dais
	their meaning still is there
	oh ye mighty I am Ozymandias
	from me you learn despair

	a single rose grows near it now
        none heed the words of sage
	None saw the blossoms then or now
	of screaming atom's rage
	

Conrad 

     Probably been done but I had to write it.  Remember the Bombs are
still with us!
C&C 


____________________________________________________________________________
Reality is for people that can't handle Science fiction.

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From: jchien@leland.Stanford.EDU (Jennifer Crystal Fang-Chien)
Subject: Re: Sunsets (C&C Please!!)
Organization: The Land of Flowers (Stanford U.)
Date: Wed, 16 Dec 92 09:21:06 GMT

NAT@drao.nrc.ca (Natalie Prowse) write:

><1992Dec1.005058.74350@ns1.cc.lehigh.edu> writes:

>>
>>                 "Sunsets"

[poem deleted]

>ok.  I can't stand it anymore.  Please forgive me for this outburst.  It's
>finals week and life is hell.  so is this poem.  And so was your last one
>"infatuation.":  gag. retch. gag. gasp.

	dear natalie,

		although criticism is usually a helpful process on r.a.p,
i found your post, although useful in pointing out some areas that one 
could work on, harsh and insulting.  This is not to suggest that a writer
should approach a poem without a critical eye, but to publically degrade 
the poet is truly artless.  Doubtless, many of the 'good' poets you
cited wrote such 'grade school' material at some point or another.

	i felt that your attitude towards this poet could possibly
discourage him from writing any poetry again, and anyone else who reads
your post, and considers their poetry somewhat similar.  


					sincerely,
					jennifer
From: jstc_ss@troi.cc.rochester.edu (Justin M. Collins)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: POEM:  alone  (C&C welcome)
Date: 13 Dec 92 05:35:43 GMT
Organization: University of Rochester - Rochester, New York


     alone

I reach out to anyone
  anyone who will listen
but too often there is no one

I dream for so much
  and I ask for so little
yet I ask for too much

I ask for someone to share with
  but there is no one
and I am scared

scared there never will be
  scared that I will always be
always be alone

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

Well what do you think, (C&C is welcome, and appreciated)

peace,
-justin
From: donz@uiunix.ui.org (Don Zirilli)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: COMPUTER GAMES
Date: 18 Dec 92 14:36:37 GMT
Distribution: rec
Organization: UNIX International, Parsippany, NJ  07054

In article <NIKOLAY.92Dec18065022@husc10.harvard.edu> nikolay@husc10.harvard.edu (Philip Nikolayev) writes:
>
>Duh, do you *always* rhyme your rosy ramblings, or what? If you go on in
>this vein, some of the O'Toodles will soon recognize you as their own.

First of all, few O'Tooles rhyme.  When was the last time Barefoot O'Toole
rhymed?  Or Lily?  And I do not rhyme with the fervor of this fellow (who
in my humble opinion is quite an accomplished rhymester).

But more importantly, O'Tooles are no longer recognized--that role was
filled by one Josef O'Toole (now, there was a rhymer!) who is no longer with
us and whom Candlestick (non-rhymer) is awaiting as she mingles with her
Urdu captors.  To become an O'Toole these days, one must volunteer and go
through stringent initiation ceremonies.  Kathleen, for one, almost didn't 
survive.

As O'Toole archivist, it now behooves me to present my translation of the
earliest extant rhyming O'Toole poem, written by Avid O'Toole in the 
Atlantean Era:

In a bed of feathers, embracing like ducks,
my dick in your cunt gently fucks.


The original bird was more like a distended chicken, but since it no longer
exists I took the license to use a bird that rhymes.

Yours,

Posthumous O'Toole
-- 
Chucklehead awaits the return of his .sig
From: wachtel@canon.co.uk (Tom Wachtel)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: D/1/Alternatives to moderation....(the extremes)
Date: 14 Dec 92 20:16:38 GMT
Reply-To: wachtel@canon.co.uk
Organization: Canon Research Centre Europe Ltd

Mark Taranto writes:

>         1.  Stop responding to threads that have taken over a newsgroup.
>             This includes posting complaints about the thread.  If you
>             want to tell someone to stop -- do it in e-mail.
>  
>         2.  Refuse to respond to flames that are off the subject.
>  
>         3.  Stop talking about reorganizing the newsgroup -- and get
>             back to poems and discussions about them.


yes yes yes.

-- 

Tom Wachtel (wachtel@canon.co.uk)
From: e37larsen@skyfox
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Music
Date: 12 DEC 92 00:49:52 GMT
Organization: University of Saskatchewan
NNTP-Posting-Host: sask.usask.ca

                        MUSIC
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

        The music of snow falling down on the ground,
        Creating white evergreens all 'bout the town.
         White ghosts with green, a beautiful sight,
           In front of a house, lit up by a light.

         Standing there softly, not daring to speak,
         Lest breaking the spell of enchanted white.
             I listen and hear the city asleep,
            No honking, no shouting, just peace.

          All of this comes from the music of snow.
                     Listen and hear it,
                   The peace and the glow.


                                Trina Larsen

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I'm new to the whole news group thing, and aside from c&c, I'd appreciate
information on how to make .sig files, saving poems that I like, and how
to reply to other messages by re-writing some of the previous message with
the little > thing (or is it the other way around, I can't remember).
Thank's in advance.

Trina Larsen
E37LARSEN@sask.usask.ca
From: e37larsen@skyfox
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Spider's Web
Date: 18 DEC 92 00:09:12 GMT
Organization: University of Saskatchewan
NNTP-Posting-Host: sask.usask.ca

On the same theme...

Spider's Web
-------------------------------------

In the moonlight
The spider's web
              Dances
        A mystical presence
Unharmed by the wind.

With wings
The spider ties
The last thread
        To the moon.
Forever entwining
The two
       Inseperable
                  Entities.

Multiplied by time
The fibers leave
Unshatterable trails.
        Binding pathways
Invisibly visible
To the human eye.

As the sun rises
The thread stays.
Held strong to the moon
By stretching
Along the path
Which
     Encircles
              The earth.

______________________________________

Trina Larsen
E37larsen@sask.usask.ca
From: ariel_s@west.darkside.com (Ariel S)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Dragon
Date: 14 Dec 92 15:45:26 GMT
Organization: The Dark Side of the Moon +1 408 245 SPAM

[for r.r.]



Let Sleeping Dragons Lie?
-------------------------

Sitting here working...
mind straying to thoughts of 
you..

And sitting here 
straying,
growing warm by those thoughts,
it's obvious
that what I felt 
has never fizzled, never lost
its fire --
but gone underground,
hidden itself,
and feigned, deliberately, 
its death...

But now, bit by bit,
beat by beat, and
with every straying breath,
it resuscitates, rebuilds
and remembers 
itself.
And when 
it's fully wakened,  
'twil be a fiery creature --
hot 
and hungry...

And the question is:
should i let it sleep,
or waken
once again...


12/05/92
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From: c9119870@wombat.newcastle.edu.au (ANTIGONE)
Subject: Driven Insane: Love's Fruitless Search: Yes it is nigh...
Organization: University of Newcastle, AUSTRALIA
Date: Fri, 18 Dec 1992 03:53:42 GMT


         Internal Struggle
         *****************

Rain dancing on the roof - grinning in the dark,
No-one can see you, but they *can* see you
Diving, delving, seeking to glow
In my heart, into the souls of other ones
Looking, falling for love and
Knowing the fruitless search.
A failure. The opposite always.
Mechanisation. Betrayal.

Dull roar of the stream - never-ending
Except at ocean's edge: a brown
Transformation to aqua (or dark blue)
Driven insane with fertilizer.
 Too much life is detrimental
 To life itself.
*******************************************8
Matthew Glenn Ward
University of Newcastle
From: jcg2@ns1.cc.lehigh.edu (JASON GIRARD)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: How I feel right now: finals nearing
Date: 13 Dec 92 07:04:25 GMT
Organization: Lehigh University

Here's a couple more songs, this time from the band D.R.I.  Sometimes I wonder
what I'm doing in college.  What do all these abstract formulas mean in
engineering?  When am I going to actually be able to employ a little
creativity instead of just doing the same fucking paperwork all the time?


DECISIONS

you ask me questions i can't answer
give me problems i can't solve
offer me suggestions i can't respect
is there anything at all?

you give me reasons for your ideas
all the facts behind your thoughts
tell me of your observations
and count the number of my faults

I hide a smile, i wear a frown
always wanting to play the clown
I make my plan, i lose a chance
as i perform a long death dance
life or death, it's all straight up
make my choice and throw it up
shot glass full, down the hatch
my mind's made up, no second chance

PROBATION

they set the rules
they want me to break (drop out)
take all my money (for tuition)
set me straight
then they confine me (in a tiny dorm room)
make me check in
analyze me piss (my personality)
ask me where i have been
they send me to classes
they say i've been bad
take some more money
prove to me i've been had
and they'll keep on trying
to straighten me out (to "culturalize" me)
and the more they try,
the more i doubt
this system of corrections (equations)
that they put me through
hasn't brought change
but this is nothing new


                              -Jason
                   6 more days and I'm outta this joint!
-- 

Jason Girard                           The mind is a terrible thing
jcg2@lehigh.edu                                 to TASTE!
Box 489                                        X   X
Lehigh University                                V
29 Trembley Dr.                               *     *
Bethlehem, PA 18015-3041                       *****
From: wachtel@canon.co.uk (Tom Wachtel)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: sometimes / blindness and insight
Date: 14 Dec 92 20:53:40 GMT
Reply-To: wachtel@canon.co.uk
Organization: Canon Research Centre Europe Ltd

bhattach@quip.eecs.umich.edu (sayan bhattacharyya) writes:

> It is "Gandhi", not "Ghandi".
> 
> I wonder why most Westerners I have seen habitually mis-spell Gandhi's
> name as "Ghandi".Maybe they find it easier to pronounce that way.

it is the gravity of g and the mass of h, in english. it is the same
force that makes people say "heighth" instead of "height", though there
it is the momentum of t. it is a maxim: 'if you see a g, put an h
next'. anyway, it is alphabetic. alphaprophetic. :)


-- 

Tom Wachtel (wachtel@canon.co.uk)
From: satan@wpi.WPI.EDU (Matthew James Meyer)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Ducks - satan's turn
Date: 18 Dec 1992 15:25:21 GMT
Organization: Worcester Polytechnic Institute
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: wpi.wpi.edu


I usually don't post my work, but i wrote this one with the intention of 
posting it as a response to the duck thread we've gotten into....

C&C is always welcome (via email, preferably), but this is more of a goof
than anything...


		ducks
		--------


		swimming floating soft
		the ducks - a fowl methodology in boating
		sandy grays and black
		adorned with flashes of gold and green
		reflected in the water
		where beneath the days ripples
		lay the rotted wood of a decoy



						-  Matt Meyer
						   Copyright 12/18/92




Happy Holidays Folks...a great time for depression....

thank the gods my finals are finally over (as of 9am today)

-- 
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* satan@wpi *
*           * my lips may promise, but my heart is a whore - nin
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From: jbartran@sciences.sdsu.edu (Jonathan Bartran)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Computer Poems
Date: 11 Dec 1992 20:30:51 GMT
Organization: San Diego State University, College of Sciences
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From: Adam W. Hebbes
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Love (C&C)
Date: 15 Dec 92 10:07:00 GMT
Organization: Trent Computing and Telecommunications Department
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41


        Mistress mine both dark and sweet
        We look to often to the fair and bright
        Never to see the shadow for the light
        We look to the light and see the sun
        And never see the hurt till sight is done

        In your arms and darkness I find my light
        And thus is the finding of my true sight
        For perfection is but another illusion of the mind
        And all illusion will be shattered, so goes the mind 

        And yet all of us shell look an illusion for to find
        And if we find this illusion we do think it a treat
        For when we find our illusion in which ourselves for to lose we ]
                                                           think it sweet  
        Illusion we may see as a sweet, treat and yet so it is not 
        For we must remember that it is from candy your teeth do rot 
                     My dear sweet love time is but short
                     And yet my time with you an eternity
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From: sara@news.rn.com (Sara Gordon)
Subject: archives
Summary: help me find all of rap 
Keywords: archive rap
Organization: Gator Communications - Feeds-R-Us 219-289-3745 
Date: Sat, 19 Dec 1992 19:33:48 GMT


i would like to find either a site or individual which/who has
archived rap for the past 18 months. if you know of, or are such
a site/individual, please mail me.

it would be preferable if it was a mega online archive so i could just
do a search for poems of the people i am looking for; however, if
they are in a .zip or other archive, that would work.

thank you for any assistance you may be able to provide. 


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From: ch526@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Les Jensen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Happiness (C&C Please)
Date: 12 Dec 1992 23:23:51 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, Ohio (USA)
NNTP-Posting-Host: hela.ins.cwru.edu


Happiness

Mindlessly aimed towards inferior detections
in the manners of erased membranes
in which the reflections of walking germs
must obey the order of non retreat.

Walking in the running stage
gears melt together and mold into plastic features
that continuously have death and friendship
mixed together as a decoy.

The shoulder will bend in the joint
of uncertain gravy since war killed peace
but just maybe
some fugitive will find happiness
in the cliffs of harm, hate and insane Gods.
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