Organization: Bar-Ilan University Computing Center, Israel
Date: Thu, 17 Dec 1992 16:13:16 IST
From: <X67107@BARILVM.BITNET>
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: like shakespeare -- jchien

In article <1992Dec15.103919.8750@leland.Stanford.EDU>,
jchien@leland.Stanford.EDU (Jennifer Crystal Fang-Chien) says:
>
>        like shakespeare
>
>
>        centuries ago,
>        a poet could write hundreds of lines on
>        denuding flowers and plucking cherries.
>        nowadays,
>        a poet takes only half
>        the title.
>
>        yes, communication travels
>        at light speed in this modern world:
>        fucking ends just as it starts.
>
>        the naive poet says,
>        "let's write about the romance between
>        the sexes--" it won't sell.
>                people want their attention
>        grabbed in the first two seconds.  put
>        'fuck' in every title, and 'fuck' in
>        every sentence.  write your poem
>        around 'fuck', and 'fucking' too.
>
>        To produce maximum appeal, mix fucking
>        in with lettuce, with gilligan's island,
>        with gay teddy bears, with cherry cough drops,
>        with salvatore dali, with sticks and stones,
>        with little red riding hood, with crescent wrenches,
>        (insert a phallic symbol here)  mix fucking
>        with mugs shaped like tropical fish, with rollerblades,
>        with bagpipes, with thermonuclear reactions,
>        with with sarcophagi, with surreptitious paparazzi,
>        with green honeydew, with the anomied,
>        (insert a psychosexual conflict here)  mix fucking
>        with tali-tying cerimonies, with cloth saddles,
>        with braided beards, with supernovas,
>        with strawberry margaritas, and with dice cups
>        (insert a set of gentials here).
>
>        fuck them all.
>
>        mix me a new combination and i'll immortalize you
>        as a literary genius,
>        (what did you think you'd write?)
>        like shakespeare.

          Much Like Old Shaka

          Yes even today
          A poet could write a poem about flowers
          About spinig tops and gaudy towers
          You don't need the F-word to get fame
          You just have to try and compete in the game

          Ever hear of net-lag, it is a modern pain
        'Cause it often occurs in the hour of strain
          And if you want you can do it all night long :)

          There are no natives in this  day any age
          There are only brignards swaying in rage
          Each poet is citizen of the universe
          When he set his will at creating verse

          To wit

          No meaning in the house of pain.
               The beast released,
          The deamon moaning deep within?

          No meaning in the house of rage
               The soul is sold
          For once, a dream within a dream...

          Dream in dream recursed;
          Cantnakerous smiles of Cronithian king;
          Scattered speculers of shattered bones.
                          Who cares at all Today


          I don't, I don't do this for money
          I don't  Do this for fun
          In fact I don't do this at all
          It's some-one else with the same name .....

          And that is what the Shaka guy did
                The two timeing thief
            In copyright he had no belief.

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