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From: ch526@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Les Jensen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Until Its Me (Poem)
Date: 13 Nov 92 02:58:45 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, Ohio (USA)
NNTP-Posting-Host: hela.ins.cwru.edu


Until Its Me

I had a dream lastnight, one of my special dreams.
Of blood obscene and sacrifice supreme.

I had a dreadful sleep, the kind that gives no rest.
With my humanity in test, and failing with my best.

I felt the incubus fatigue me, with nihilism overwhelming.
And volcanic bubbles swelling, in the chaos of my dwelling.

I saw a notion blinded, by a vision's sordid cloud.
With thunder bolts so loud, it attenuates the crowd.

I pictured a resistant portrait, Hero was to be my name.
Honored with unwanted fame, then crucified by blame.

I saw the time was coming, the apocalypse of lies.
A million tears from a million eyes, until its me who dies.
------------------------------------------
All opinions, comments and advise will be gratefully accepted...
From: dogar@rtsg.mot.com (Haroon H. Dogar)
Subject: Re: vote "no" on rec.arts.poems.urdu
Organization: Motorola Inc., Cellular Infrastructure Group
Date: Fri, 6 Nov 1992 23:30:00 GMT

ksdavis@silver.ucs.indiana.edu (Karleenus Schwartz Davis) writes:

>In article <1d87a3INN8qe@dixie.cs.ubc.ca> dhami@cs.ubc.ca (Mandeep S Dhami) writes:
>>
>>What I meant was that I have tried to explain Urdu poetry to some of my
>>friends and though words are easy to translate, the meaning can not be
>>translated without a (much longer) discussion on social/cultural/political
>>setting of Indian subcontinent in 1500-1800 era. 

>All the more reason to put it in a soc.culture.* group.  If someone
>strolls into rec.arts.poems.urdu and asks a question on a poem he
>particularly likes, and it starts a thread on the social/cultural
>context that particular poem depends on, then the groups is
>essentially serving the same purpose as a soc.culture.urdu group, and
>is misnamed and misplaced.

>-sz

Trying to avoid the fray again, but just want to point out that Karleenus'
comments only apply if the poems are translated. Of the gobs of Urdu stuff
that I've seen posted, only one poster has tried "translating." I think
it's unreasonable to expect them to start translating now.

Still, a discussion on imagery would be no more improper in an Urdu poetry 
group than it is in this poetry group. [Though I must confess, I have never
seen the discussion of Urdu poetry go beyond corrections or the analysis of
origins of specific poems (true author, etc.)] Anyway, I think the voting
deadline has passed so this discussion is moot anyway.

-hd
Dogaran da putt
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: blatant misleadings
From: the sad girl
Date: 11 Nov 92 16:23:04 -0600
Followup-To: rec.arts.poems
Distribution: world

I once met a boy who thought he was man.
I believed his claim and took him to heart.

He did the right things to keep me on hand
But the time did come when he had to depart.

"I'll promise I'll love you 'til the end of time!"
But he said this to everyone as easy as one farts.

So I waited like a fool to hear his sweet rhyme.
And I'll wait a long time, or at least 'til I'm buried.

I may be the one who was abandoned and blind.
Better to be me then the poor woman he married.
From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: rapu, rapu, how i love ya / Marek (was Re: Urdu Ignorance (part II))
Date: 10 Nov 92 22:38:31 GMT
Article-I.D.: news.1992Nov10.223831.29375
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.

sheilah@wam.umd.edu (Sheila Herndon) writes:

>...here are some references, from the U of Md library,
>I suppose the numbers are universal. I don't know.

they aren't.  There is a Dewey system and a Library of Congress system
I forgot which is which *sheepish smile* -- but this isn't the one at 
Northwestern -- it's the one at U of Chicago and Indiana University...

> 20 Glebov Nikolai Vlad>                              1967  MCK    STACKS
>     Literatura urdu;  kratkii ocherk.                PK2031.G55

This is cool.  In Russian.  How quaint to be at U of Md.  Any ideas?

> 25 Moid Abdul                                        1964  MCK    STACKS
>     Urdu language collections in American libraries> Z688.U7M6 1964a

Sheila, grab this one and tell us what is near each one of us.

> 30 Aziz ur Rahman                                    1958  MCK    STACKS
>     Teach yourself Urdu in two months                PK1973.A94 1958

Finally, the zinger.  We *need* this book.  In case you haven't heard, rapu
has passed by the margin of 7 uncast no votes.  Now we have to meet the new
challenges of poetica by learning Urdu in 2 months and putting enough
sestinas, sonnets, haikus, and free-verse fuck poems in Urdu on rap as to
convince everyone on rapu to give up, come over, and rmgroup it. :)

				-- Marek

"your turquoise eyes are unfrozen emerald limpid pools...deep in the
 heart of punjab"

              			-- nazm under constr.
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: Re: rapu, rapu, how i love ya / Marek (was Re: Urdu Ignorance (part II))
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Date: Wed, 11 Nov 1992 00:29:58 GMT

In article <1992Nov10.171548@IASTATE.EDU> mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin) writes:
>In article <1992Nov10.223831.29375@news.acns.nwu.edu>, marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu
>(Marek Lugowski) writes:
>> sheilah@wam.umd.edu (Sheila Herndon) writes:
>> 
>> >...here are some references, from the U of Md library,
>> >I suppose the numbers are universal. I don't know.
>> 
>> they aren't.  There is a Dewey system and a Library of Congress system
>> I forgot which is which *sheepish smile* -- but this isn't the one at 
>> Northwestern -- it's the one at U of Chicago and Indiana University...
>> 
>> > 20 Glebov Nikolai Vlad>                              1967  MCK    STACKS
>> >     Literatura urdu;  kratkii ocherk.                PK2031.G55
>
>Oh, for urdu's sake!  (There!  I knew we'd find a use for it.)  This is
>Library of Congress numbering.  Are you *sure* Northwestern doesn't use it?  
>Most university libraries do.  Check again.
>
>	
>Marie Coffin

Look, you dweeb.  Do you really think I couldn't tell the difference?
Here.  Today I happened to pick up two books in an Urdu dialect known as
Polish by Halina Poswiatowska, through Inter-Library Loan, courtesy of
Univeristy of Wisconsin and Univeristy of Illinois at Assembly Hall.  The
"eat cheese or die" one is numbered 891.85 P847 Oo1990 (_Opowiesc dla
Przyjaciela_ (Tale for a Friend)).  The "cowering illini" one is PG 7175
085 A6 1989 (_Wiersze Wybrane_ (Selected Poems)).  The beautiful Derring
Library on Northwestern U's landfilled Lake Michigan-side Evanston campus
consists of several linked concentric towers on stilts and some apparently
reinforced underground pits/bunker networks, oh, and a decoy of a
chapel-like old library, really all done in the best Wermacht SS Wafe
taste.  In one of these towers, 5 South, there happens to be a catacomb in
the round containing stacks of books with an 891 prefix. The same books at
L of C are PG 71...  more or less.  Incidentally, a library in the round is
much more romantic (as opposed to Romantic) than rectilinear ones...

From now on, Marie, don't you dare doubt my library skills... Growl.

				-- Marek

P.s.  A question to oversea rappers -- how are books indexed outside of US?
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: messer@utkvx2.utk.edu (The Jagged of your Dreams!)
Subject: Re: A couple of questions if you don't mind
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41    
Organization: University of Tennessee Computing Center
Date: Thu, 12 Nov 1992 14:49:00 GMT

In article <1992Nov11.191627.12693@city.cs>, lionel@cs.city.ac.uk (Lionel Tun) writes...
>I'm not sure if this is the right group to ask, but I have
>a couple of questions:
>1. From which play does the phrase 'though this be madness,
>   yet there is method in't` come?

A Moste EnGenious Tragadie Titled 'Hamlet', alternately 'Amleth' either by
Shakespear or Kidd.

>2. 'A host, of golden daffodils` comes from which
>   Wordswoth poem?

'I Wondered Lonely As a Cloud'

>3. Did T.S. Eliot write 'The Wasteland`?

Yes, and good thing, so _I_ didn't have to write it.
Anyone for a game of chess?

>Thanks
>   
> 
>--
>Lionel Tun   (lionel@cs.city.ac.uk)
>Vision Group, City University, London, EC1V 0HB. 071-477 8000 x 3889


Damie
From: jjwebb@cruzio.santa-cruz.ca.us
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Fate
Keywords: 357 magnum
Date: 10 Nov 92 03:31:37 GMT
Reply-To: jjwebb@cruzio.santa-cruz.ca.us


I am here to tempt the fates.

While I watch
For strange, futuristic looking trains
That dump humanity on twenty-five cent streets
The highrise tower waits.

Its geriatric guard fondles his new gun.

And he wonders
What the state has made of me
In polaroid and plastic coats,
"Ah, this don't look much like you, son."

"It was before I grew my beard."

Fingers fall away from steel,
"Well ... you better get another one."
And he let me through his gate,
just another someone who he'd cleared,

Another someone tempting fate.



"Life in a High Crime Zone"
     copyright (c) 1990 by JJWebb
--
From: zen@death.corp.sun.com (d)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: asdf
Date: 12 Nov 92 11:21:23
Organization: savage hackers
NNTP-Posting-Host: death.corp.sun.com
In-reply-to: donz@ui.org's message of 12 Nov 92 14:13:40 GMT


In article <335@uiunix.ui.org> donz@ui.org (Don Zirilli) writes:
> In article <1992Nov12.022604.22450@cs.ucla.edu> lichter@oahu.cs.ucla.edu (Michael I. Lichter) writes:
> >2. I think "d" (not much of a name)

  Hey, I don't make fun of your name.  Some people have just been
blessed with more syllables than others, I guess.

> >   otherwise known as zen@death.Corp.Sun.COM 

  AKA "dealer of death", "despoiler of small dogs and forks", and
"wannabe o'toole".

> >   made a rather poor choice in titling his poem "if i was a nigger i'd".
> >   I'm not blind to irony

  Maybe you'd be blind if I wuz a nigger, though... (just a joke, son.)

> >   but "nigger" carries some pretty heavy
> >   baggage, and as a white person it's one that I steer well clear of
> >   in my speech or writing.  Otherwise an interesting polemic.

  What do you think a polemic is?  "A controversial argument", according
to webster's.  Glad you found it so.

> Aw, Michael, if you're not blind to irony then sit back and enjoy the poem!
> ZenDeath will be getting plenty of flames from people who are blind.

  *laugh*  This one line was worth a thousand such poems... no flames
yet, though (michael's post was barely warm.)

 -- d
From: sltwc@cc.usu.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: something comming down the hall
Date: 4 Nov 92 22:13:56 MDT
Organization: Utah State University

how seldom is the 
awaking in the 
living while we all sit here in the
backwoods of our own imaging the
dead only a shuffle down the 
dark corridor in the 
back of the house, you know the
one I mean, the 
one we never go down, butsomtimesopensbyitselfandwehavetodealwithwhatiscomming 
downthe
hall


					moRRy SlMYe


"...not another motherfucker politican     *      don't be so trusting in our
    doing nothig but something             *      new president they all have
    for his own ambition."                 *      their own agenda
From: wprovinc@polyslo.csc.calpoly.edu (drunken_philosopher)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: awful love & poetry
Date: 12 Nov 92 05:23:18 GMT
Article-I.D.: rat.1992Nov12.052318.21229
Organization: Bleeding Heart Liberals Association (and proud of it!!)

maci9154@mach1.wlu.ca (macivor dawna) writes:
>I may sound like a hopeless romantic by saying this....
>
>Isn't there more to love than just fucking?  I always thought
>that part of love was supposed to be special, not just a cheap
>physical act.....
>
   

    i make the sound
    (or does the sound make me?)
    larger than
    life, 
    larger than
    an erect bull penis,
    a hopeless 
    romantic
    lost 
    by saying this...

             -- bill 
  (just playing, macivor...)

  On a more serious note, I think that you're missing the point.
Yes, ofcourse there's more to love than treating each other as
pieces of meat that could be bought in Las Vegas for fifty bucks,
ofcourse!  Nobody is arguing that.  Love entails two people who
give a damn about each other; it involves two people joined like
siamese twins -- and not just in a physical way, but in an emotional
way, the physical is just symbolic.  But the way this sentiment is 
often conveyed in poetry is drivel.  I've seen drool spilling out
the corners of people's mouths that has had more ascetic appeal
than your classic "roses are red..." poems.  (I use "your" in the
generic sense; I am not actually accusing you of writing any. :^))
Poetry should involve imagery and not vague cliche'.  Unfortunately,
most poetry that does not try to appeal to a physical level can not
or simply does not rise above that.

   There is perhaps something else in this physical vs. emotional
poetry as well.  A person that writes poetry in the vague and 
cliche', non-thinking, hackneyed, insert-favorite-word-for-dull,
overused "language of love" is very likely not being sincere.
I make this claim because it is inevitable that some physical 
desire will accompany the emotional desires.  To deny this is
indeed "hopeless romanticism".  I believe that this was 
the point that Marek was making.  (I don't wish to put words in his 
mouth, so it would be better to ask him if this is the case.)  

   If someone wishes to write using cliche', that's fine.  The net
allows equal access on unmoderated groups.  However, keep in mind
that the best place for cliche'

  is on Hallmark cards.

   -- bill
-- 
"Each game of chess means there's one less  | bill province
variation left to be played.                | wprovinc@polyslo.csc.calpoly.edu
Each day got through means one or two       | wprovinc@athena.calpoly.edu
less mistakes remain to be made." -- Chess, the musical
Xref: sparky rec.arts.poems:11054 rec.arts.books:19744
From: lichter@oahu.cs.ucla.edu (Michael I. Lichter)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: she drove her mouth
Date: 12 Nov 92 04:31:13 GMT
Article-I.D.: cs.1992Nov12.043113.25274
Organization: UCLA, Computer Science Department

This is to prove that I'm really a poet of the third kind, very fond of
graphic representations of close encounters.  It's actually a "found
poem", reconstructed with no alterations from the slim remnants of a
couple pages from a porno novel pasted to a toilet stall and viciously
attacked by the thought police known as janitors.


		she drove her mouth 
			- for Marie+Marek
		-----------------------------------------------------

		mouth
		around
		his prick
		and down
		her body
		Oh please!  
		her cunt
		stretched
		her erect
		inner
		cunt! Suck my
		at the
		crotch
		more
		to another
		Mmmmm.
		Eat more! 
		and she
		she moaned
		of skin.  It
		to be sucked
		his fingers
		Her
		Ooooh, shit.
		stare

			-ml 92.11.10
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: ekankaan@kaira.hut.fi (Eero Kankaanp{{)
Subject: Re: rapu love & (was Re: (part II))
Organization: Never Never Land Waves To You
Date: Fri, 13 Nov 1992 01:54:54 GMT

>marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski) writes:
>> P.s.  A question to oversea rappers -- how are books indexed outside of US?
>
>by the colour of the binding, of course. how else?
>-- 
>Tom Wachtel (wachtel@canon.co.uk)

 Hmm..Outside Of US..do you mean in Urdu or in Latin ?
 By the way, Tom must be joking..we don't have any colour in or on
 our books here, they are all in black'n'white. Exept..
 the one with rice cake crumbs between the pages.

now some horrorshow razrez for alphaville fans
  faithful narrator -my -full name with null fame because of this
  fall menu and enamel flu which has it's full am end with amen i belive
  being a pope. per se. off my hor se. 
  the rapist
.
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: kt1@hera.cc.bellcore.com (tellefsen,karen a)
Subject: Eyes
Organization: Bellcore, Livingston, NJ
Date: Mon, 9 Nov 92 16:33:38 GMT
Keywords: Some people look at butts



Eyes

If he told me
He would walk in the forest of my eyes
Mysteriously green and hazy
The orange fringe about the pupils
Like sunflowers
This would impress me
That he noticed
They aren't blue


(Some people look at eyes, some people look at butts.
This may be "purple" and not good, but it does not use the
words pool or heaven or other hopeless cliches. Look, use your eyes.;)
From: benge_kl@lrc.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Homage to the English Prof
Date: 6 Nov 92 14:55:15 EST
Organization: Lenoir-Rhyne College, Hickory, NC



Homage to the English Prof
==========================

Sails billowing in the wind
The fragile craft crosses
The Unexplored Sea.

Many of their kind
Have passed through here before,
But none have ever returned.

Guided only by the winds,
The craft is carried hither and yon
Now to the east, now to the west.

The traveller has slowly been sinking
Ever since it left home
And soon, he settles to the bottom.

The dandelion seed has come to the ground
Its terrible voyage over
It has gone nearly a mile and a half.

						KLeB the NoMad

(just wanted to prove I can write a traditional poem if I want)
From: wachtel@canon.co.uk (Tom Wachtel)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: HELP NEEDED (Is poetry luxury?)
Date: 12 Nov 92 19:15:28 GMT
Reply-To: wachtel@canon.co.uk
Organization: Canon Research Centre Europe Ltd

wachtel@canon.co.uk (Tom Wachtel) writes:
> conrad@kryton.UUCP (Konstatin Kalikanzaros) writes:
> > wachtel@canon.co.uk (Tom Wachtel) writes:
> > > casteley@phil.ruu.nl (Eric Casteleyn) writes:
> > > 
> > > >   I recently overheard someone say that poetry is a luxury item. In-
> > > > tuitively I disagreed, but I've had some trouble putting together a 
> > > > definitive article to prove him wrong. Maybe he was right. Maybe I'm
> > > 
> > > 	if you need an argument
> > > 	the other has won it
> > 
> > Shear defeatism!
> 
> Sheer defeetism? Perhaps I was a touch unclear. I only meant that
> arguments are not always necessary for having the courage of ones own
> convictions. Poetry, like water, doesn't need justification.

god, you're being pompous today, tom.

-- 

Tom Wachtel (wachtel@canon.co.uk)
From: Neal.Sanche@ttlg.UUCP (Neal Sanche)
Sender: postmaster@ttlg.UUCP
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Messing with Minds
Date: 10 Nov 92  00:00:14 mst

  Messing with Minds
  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

  Have you ever told the truth while telling a lie?
  Minds are messed with every day,
  Exactly in this way.

  A man once told me that I was a failure.
  A man that I admired and even emulated,
  So I failed, and wondered why.
  It was a messing of my mind.

  I later realized that this man,
  Was denying his failure by placing it on me.
  Could he be so intelligent,
  That he's even fooling himself?

  Have you ever done something while doing nothing at all?
  Minds are messed with every day,
  Exactly in this way.

  Subconsciously everything we hear and see,
  Is stuck in our heads for eternity.
  Just think of all the negative poison,
  Flowing up there between your ears.

  Children are always told by their parents,
  That things that they dream of can never be.
  Could it be that those who do the most,
  Were never told that they couldn't?

  Have you ever waved goodbye while saying hello?
  Minds are messed with every day,
  Exactly in this way.

  11/10/92
___
 X OLX 2.1 TD X Poetry is only a cruel hobby...

 * Origin: Paradigm BBS: A programmer's paradise. (42:100/11)
From: wprovinc@zeus.calpoly.edu (William E. Province)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: Sugar Frenzy
Date: 7 Nov 92 08:23:21 GMT
Organization: California Polytechnic State University, San Luis Obispo

cecilw@access.isc-br.com (Cecil Williams) writes:
>
>
>
>
>
>			Sugar Frenzy
>
>		
>		Like sharks that never stop, 
>		moving, circling round their prey 
>		in bits and pieces on the floor 
>		where all is spread eagle out. 
>		Occasionally they swoop in to
>		grab a chunk of something 
>		good and rip the wrapper off and 
>		gobble it down, never to miss a beat. 
>		They just keep circling round 
>		their candied treasures, those sharks, 
>		those wired children in a post 
>		trick or treating feasting sugared frenzy.
>
    This is great, Cecil, but I think that the title gives away
too much.  Perhaps just "Frenzy"?


>		Cecil Williams
>		   11/2/92
>		**************


     -- bill
From: jjwebb@cruzio.santa-cruz.ca.us
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: The Hunt -- Canto VII
Keywords: aftermath
Date: 6 Nov 92 03:22:53 GMT
Reply-To: jjwebb@cruzio.santa-cruz.ca.us



The Hunt
--------
    Canto VII
          Aftermath

Billy was a crippled little gnome 
all the while that he was here and
	I'll bet
he'll stay that way for quite some time hereafter,
though he doesn't really have to ...

Even now, every now and then,
	from far off stage 
on a breeze in from the theater's wings
you can hear his nasty gnomish laughter
as he mistakes, once more, fine porcelian as merely plaster ...

He's linked, perhaps forever, to a giant funhouse mirror
so twisted at its surface it's no wonder that
	his only purpose seemed to be
to see that everyone would touch a little bit of pain, 
no matter what ... I hope to never see his face again.


          'In the Electric Shadows"
                 copyright (c) 1992 by JJWebb--
From: moh2@quads.uchicago.edu (Kateri/Mary Anne)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Death of Fucking (c&c welcome)
Date: 13 Nov 92 17:39:35 GMT
Article-I.D.: midway.1992Nov13.173935.17498
Reply-To: moh2@midway.uchicago.edu
Organization: University of Chicago Computing Organizations

Death of Fucking

We'd been fucking for weeks.
My bedroom, his bedroom,
carpeted music rooms, concrete stairwells,
the student lounge at 3:00 am, the roof (13 floors up).

Joyously, shamelessly,
two sweat-slicked mammals in heat.

Then a call from home that crumpled me.
Touch.
Tentative around my shoulders
gently holding as I cried.

And so inexorably began the cycle,
millenia old, yet new again.
Affection/friendship/love/jealousy/
frustration/irritation/anger/distance/
regret.
As we fell in love,
	then out the other side.

Months now since I've seen him.
And at times I
regret
that first gentle touch.

Turning lust into love.

*****

M.A. Mohanraj
November 13, 1992
-- 
More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads.  One
path leads to despair and utter hopelessness.  The other to total
extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly.
						 - Woody Allen
From: dhami@cs.ubc.ca (Mandeep S Dhami)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Why Exist?
Date: 6 Nov 1992 03:11:39 -0800
Organization: Computer Science, University of B.C., Vancouver, B.C., Canada
NNTP-Posting-Host: valhalla.cs.ubc.ca
Summary: poem
Keywords: poem, exist, goodbye

        Why Exist?

        I am, I exist
        Not that I want to persist
        Not that I am afraid to die
        Just that, before I try
        I have to figure out a way
        So that when I walk away
        I do not agonize
        or in general trivialize
        the pain and despair
        of the few for whom I care.
                -- Mandeep S Dhami
                   dhami@cs.ubc.ca

C&C Welcome
(c) Mandeep S Dhami
__________________________________________________________________
"I'm very brave generally," he went on in a low voice:
"only to-day I happen to have a headache."
                                      -- Lewis Carroll
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