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Newsgroups: rec.arts.bodyart
Date: Tue, 29 Sep 1992 15:58:09 -0400 
From: Gregory James Legowski <gl11+@andrew.cmu.edu>
Subject: Re: Diabeties & piercing

I tried responding directly but for some reason it bounced.  Anyway:

I'm a diabetic who had my ear pierced a few weeks ago.  What I did to make
sure it didn't get infected was, for the first few days, cleaned it 3 times
a day with hydrogen peroxide.  It turned red for a few days, but that cleared
up soon.  No puss, no other signs of infection (I might have been lucky...)
After the redness went away, I instead started washing it several times a day
using Dial Antibacterial soap, and then rinsing it with contact lens saline
solution to make sure all the soap was gone.  Works great, looks great.  I'd
advise to ask your doctor first, though.  The place where I got my earring made
me sign a disclaimer saying that if I had any of several conditions, diabetes
included, that I had consulted with my doctor first and they wouldn't be held
responsible for any complications...

--Greg
gregleg@microsoft.com
gl11+@andrew.cmu.edu (forwards to above)
gerg+@cmu.edu (ditto)

"So your sickness weighs a ton / And God's name is smack for some..."
  -- Alice in Chains, "God Smack"
From: ogd@selway.umt.edu (ozymandias G desiderata)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.bodyart
Subject: Re: piercing in oregon/portland/seattle
Summary: There's Attitude in Portland
Date: 6 Oct 92 06:27:57 GMT
Followup-To: rec.arts.bodyart
Organization: University of Montana


	There's an excellent place in Portland. It's called
"Attitudes" and it's run by Ahna Edwards. She's very professional, the
place is very private and has a nice atmosphere. She also carries a
reasonably good variety of body jewelry. I'm not sure what the address
or phone number of the place is, but it's in the yellow pages. I hope
this helps!

yours,
ozymandias G desiderata
(ogd@selway.umt.edu)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.bodyart
From: jbeason@s.psych.uiuc.edu (Joseph E. Beason)
Subject: Re: The first tattoo
Organization: UIUC Department of Psychology
Date: Thu, 1 Oct 1992 14:59:41 GMT

What happens to hair growth in the area of the tattoo?  Are the follicles
destroyed?  Any guidelines for shaving the intended site?  Do you have to shave
the tattoo???

Hey, maybe the hair can be incorporated into the artwork...

Joe

Newsgroups: rec.arts.bodyart
From: gac@mace.cc.purdue.edu (Guy Grundwell)
Subject: frenum piercing info  
Keywords: frenum   
Organization: Purdue University
Date: Mon, 28 Sep 1992 23:22:24 GMT


I recently received a barbell post from Gauntlet (10 guage 5/8", back-
ordered for months..it seems) and was going to give myself a frenum
piercing.  I already have a couple piercings under my belt ( :) ) and
I have a few questions about this one:

	1)  How much leeway should I leave at the end of the posts?
If the post is 5/8" long...how much skin should I pierce?  The whole
5/8" post length or a little shorter?  I plan on getting a frenum
loop as well so I think I should make the piercing about 1/2" in total
length?

	2)  What the healing time (for those who have them)?

Any other do-it-yourself tips would be highly recommended.  
Thanks...........
            gac@mace.cc.purdue.edu

Newsgroups: rec.arts.bodyart
From: hurd@fraser.sfu.ca (Peter L. Hurd)
Subject: Re: PA jewelry preferences?
Organization: Simon Fraser University, Burnaby, B.C., Canada
Date: Wed, 7 Oct 1992 00:56:36 GMT

troyer@cgl.ucsf.edu writes:
>What are people's preferences when it comes to PA jewelry?
>Fixed bead vs. captive bead vs curved barbell thingy?

I've tried three rings, one captive bead, the other two fixed bead.
I would worry about curved barbells and condoms, not saying that it's
bound to be a problem, but who needs worrys when you are trying to
enjoy yourself.  Large rings have annoyed the roof of the mouth with
one partner, but this was a 7/8" id ring.  Large rings may also clank
against the teeth, this is more a factor of gauge and weight of the ring.
Some captive vs fixed bead considerations, my present captive bead jingles,
I'm sure the sound of tinkerbell permeates the house whenever I masturbate,
captive beads may be more difficult to remove and reinsert, if that's a 
worry.
Another barbell thing is that I often had the bead on my smaller rings
slip down into the urethra.  I don't know, but I can imagine the catching
on things danger may be higher if you have this happen with a circular
barbell.

>Do you have a tendancy to lose captive beads?

Yes with some stone beads, the urine can dissolve the stone.

>Is one "more aesthetically pleasing?"

Barbell vs. circular barbell I suppose.  Hmm donno, I wear rings and like it.
I don't know if I'd be as happy with barbells and I'm not going to find out.

>The guy at Gauntlet says the curved barbell is easier to take out and
>	put back in. What do you need to take it out for? Black tie dinners?
>	Olympic try-outs? 

I used to take out one ring regularly, it was a big thin ring and sex was
uncomfortable, while waiting for a new ring to arrive I did the ring
removal scene, it was a drag - if you have to take it out regularly 
worry.  I also take out rings if I'm hiking on the off season, I'm from
Ottawa and have learned the heat sink effect with earrings and have no 
desire to frost bite my nipple or penis.
-- 
-- Pete Hurd, hurd@sfu.ca          |"So I've got this 22Meg output file..." |
Behavioural Ecology Research Group |"Yeah, well delete it."                 |
Dept.Biol.Sci., Simon Fraser Univ. |"But how will I know what it says"      |
Burnaby B.C. V5A 1S6 Canada        |"Well, how will you know what it means?"|
From: wkao@kirk.ucr.edu (wayne kao)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: GONE
Date: 29 Sep 92 23:43:44 GMT
Distribution: usa
Organization: University of California, Riverside



I welcome any comments or suggestions.
Yes, I was in that mood.


		     GONE
	     	     ----
	
        The wind came by and gone
                with its gentle breeze 
                and its wistling sounds
        Like the lightning that struck
                it went by quickly
                without any emotions
        The wind brought relief for the heat 
                replaced pain with comfort           
                laughter displaced tears
        Throughout the day it had a purpose
                the night it brought comfort
                filled the day with joy 
        The wind blew past and gone
                like a stranger in a crowd                
                drifter in the midst of night
        To the wind I'm just another man  
                but I lost something special
                gone is the beauty of the wind.

-- 
Wayne Kao  A.K.A. Wahoo 'The Next Great Elvis Impersonator'                
(Just another water molecule in the toilet bowl of life)
wkao@ucrengr.ucr.edu       University of California, Riverside	
"A man has a lot of time to think with a tube up his nose.."
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: cdl0915@ritvax.isc.rit.edu (Christian Dylan Losinger)
Subject: A Hug is Worth a Thousand Words. *Please Comment!*
Reply-To: cdl0915@ritvax.isc.rit.edu
Organization: Rochester Institute of Technology
Date: Mon, 5 Oct 1992 16:21:37 GMT


	Your letter is in its envelope,
	And I've tried for close to an hour
	(while sunlit patches boiled across my wall)
	To find a clever, or a romantic poem
	To write on the back. *

	And, since I can't, it becomes even more blank.
	And the letter inside says even less how I love you.

	While the sunlit patches boiled across my wall,
	I emptied all of my various books and still found no words
		that say I Love You
	Any better than one unprompted hug might say.
	If only we were arranged that I would not have to
	Write these letters to say it. 

--

		An aside moral :
		A hug is worth a thousand copies of Shakespeare's Complete...

			* My girlfriend and I have taken up including small
			quotes or poems or facts on the backs of our letters.
			Lately, mine have taken on a more serious tone. 
        --------------------------------------------------------------
        	c  h  r  i  s   l  o  s  i  n  g  e  r   r  i  t
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: every noise around me
From: sturner@vax1.umkc.edu (bring that ear a little closer.)
Date: Sat, 26 Sep 1992 02:04:06 GMT
Reply-To: sturner@vax1.umkc.edu (bring that ear a little closer.)
Organization: University of Missouri - Kansas City

From:	VAX1::STURNER      "shut up...don't sing...i cannot stand your voice in song..." 29-JUL-1992 17:22:20.79
To:	STURNER
CC:	
Subj:	a new poem

Driving on a hot day
my windows are down
I can hear every noise around me
I see the blue car in front
stop and not go 
when the light turns green
it's hot so I get annoyed
and then I see the mother
reach across her personal space
and slap
and hit
with fists of rage
and palms of hate
something beside her
I cannot see
but I can hear 
every noise around me

-sharon-
Xref: sparky rec.arts.poems:9559 soc.culture.afghanistan:1059 soc.culture.bangladesh:4993
From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems,new.groups,soc.culture.indian.soc.culture.pakistan,soc.culture.afghanistan,soc.culture.bangladesh
Subject: Re: Creation of Urdu newsgroup
Keywords: sadi URDU Awae i Awae
Date: 2 Oct 92 16:03:40 GMT
Article-I.D.: news.1992Oct2.160340.10252
Followup-To: rec.arts.poems,news.groups
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.

In article <6949@transfer.stratus.com> nazir@jets.sw.stratus.com writes:

>Hi Marek I really don't understand why do you think the urdu newsgroup to
>be in soc.culture.* subdomain. What difference does it make if it is in
>rec.arts.poem.* . 

The difference is that a few months from now someone will see it and get
the bright idea of starting a rec.arts.poems.haiku, rec.arts.poems.catalan
or rec.arts.poems.sex ...  My objection to placing a "language and culture"
oriented "Urdu newsgroup" goes as follows:

1.  It should not be a subgroup of rec.arts.poems because

	a) all poems are welcome in r.a.p., including Urdu.
	b) the scope of the proposed r.a.p.u exceeds poems.
	c) it will set the precedent of hanging rec.arts.poems.*
	   subgroups in the future.  I don't care to read
           several newsgroups if I can read one.  Also, more
	   folks get to see poems if there is one not many 
           poem newsgroups.

2. It should take its place among "culture" newsgroups which
   traditionally live as "soc.culture".  Why should ".urdu"
   be any different?  For that matter, why should Urdu be
   the first and only (so far) language that has a newsgroup
   chartered outside of soc.culture* ?

3. If folks believe that ".urdu" is not a soc.culture.* newsgroup
   then let us start a rec.language.* hierarchy and have ".urdu"
   be the first one.  (Although how you can discuss a language and
   its constructs aside from discussing its culture is slightly
   beyond me.)

4. An aside: the people who are for creating r.a.p.u seem to take
   it personally that there is opposition.  They don't seem, by
   and large, to get it that it is the proposed placement of ".urdu"
   that is contested, not the commendable idea of starting it.

   I hope this clarifies the issue a bit.

				-- Marek
>MEER NAZIR
From: bunny@bsu-cs.bsu.edu (Marsh)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Poem - Untitled
Date: 7 Oct 92 03:07:05 GMT
Organization: CS Dept, Ball St U, Muncie, Indiana


UNTITLED


Foster trim a strange stair shaken
ginger on the rooftops, eaves
words and more ring round themselves
provoking meaning never understood
nor meant to be.

There they sit the lights full shimmer
dancing on the stolen drifts
in colors braver than the stars
as pebbles sifted from the sands
with specks of lime and grit.

Salty streaks tear down the texture
dropped from sieves as crying dogs
their posture mocked with mildew,
rotten, spores in marrow hydras sleep
without the narrow sum.

This and more may fall in time with
seldom hint of any story reft
intact within the space behind my eyes
a simple tale of bridges crossed and
never any time again.

-Tracy Flynn-Marsh
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: rbear@inferno.uoregon.edu (Richard Bear)
Subject: Sonnets
Organization: University of Oregon Network Services
X-Newsreader: Tin 1.1 PL5
Date: Thu, 1 Oct 92 03:13:12 GMT


Sonnets, because they have generally been epideictic (exercises in praise),
or otherwise concerned in some way with male/female tension, and most often
written (or rather most often published!) by males, tend to be sexist. An
example is that below, which is unfortunately mine, an attempt to "forge" a
Wyatt poem:

Madame, I hoped to find no strivinge heere,
As huntsman who, his dayes outriding done
May, homeward turning, hale his venison
Unto the the cookes, and rest him with his deare.

But thou art such a one, as yet afield,
Yrunne afore my hounds unto the brake
Or into stream or uppon hills to take
Whatever course might keep thee safe from yielde.

Whilst I yet hot and sweatinge from such train
Must make again up stairs and down, and runne
To make thee stand at baye before my gunn
And coup-de-main deliver, to your pain.

Perdie! Madame, I hadd as lief be dead
Myself, as one whom myne owne deare shouldst dread.


You get the idea. I'm trying to atone by preparing an etext edition of the
sonnet sequence by Lady Mary Wroth. Her stuff is definitely superior, yet
little known, and her subject is the injustice of the double standard. See it.

So, question: anybody here got any *un*sexist m/f sonnets? Or just
sonnets? They are the devil to write...
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: sheilah@wam.umd.edu (Sheila Herndon)
Subject: Re: the photo of my newborn niece / Marie Coffin
Organization: University of Maryland, College Park
Date: Mon, 28 Sep 1992 22:11:31 GMT

In article <1992Sep28.160509@IASTATE.EDU> mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin) writes:
>
>	the photo of my newborn niece


I enjoy reading this once and again.
others go back and read it if you missed.
-- 
stark raving sane  sheilah@wam.umd.edu
From: hornpete@uctvax.uct.ac.za (Peter Horn)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Sunday (poem)
Date: 3 Oct 92 19:50:02 GMT
Article-I.D.: uctvax.1992Oct3.175003.202967
Organization: University of Cape Town

SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY
--------------------

It is always Sunday
blue and boring
with well-preserved rations
of happiness
and specialized sex.

On country estates
the poetry of by-gone ages
is still a-foot
with the creaking rhythm
of ageing muscles and joints.

But mass-produced 
evil flowers
adorn
subversive kitchen-tables
in the metropolis.

The last sales promotion drive: revolution
for the middle-class home
guaranteed satisfaction or
your money back
was successful.

The happy conscience
is boundless: it swallows
student and beatnik, and even
Vietnam
to enliven the boredom
of our eternal Sunday.

Peter Horn
-- 
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forthcoming September/October 1992
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Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: alvin@ucsu.Colorado.EDU (Kenneth Alvin)
Subject: Peach
Organization: University of Colorado, Boulder
Date: Wed, 30 Sep 1992 18:02:04 GMT



     Peach
     --------------------------

     Fruit is not my passion
     yet this furry fireball
       beckons...
     beneath that
     velvet sheath lies a priest
     in dripping orange robes
     guarding his alter,
     hard as a dinosaur egg.

     I share in the feast
     eating the body
     drinking the cup
     caught up in
     a strange irridescent scent,
     the hint of bitters,
     my fingers, slick and sweet
     and the ragged jewel
     shimmering in soft light,
     whispering in triplets
     aching for a final kiss.


-- 
comments, criticism welcome...
-Ken
alvin@ucsu.colorado.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: alvin@ucsu.Colorado.EDU (Kenneth Alvin)
Subject: The Mission
Organization: University of Colorado, Boulder
Date: Fri, 2 Oct 1992 15:40:40 GMT



     The Mission
     -----------------------


     Feel the machete jungle
     close in on us,
     the mud sucks down,
     fingers grip and clutch
     precious silver and roseries.
     Without fear, we are nothing,
     just the sum of our arrogance,
     and if we fail there
     will yet be peace.

     God's will moves across
     us like a gale at sea;
     we will raise a cross
     on every mountain;
     we will lead the people
     into the wilderness;
     fourty years will not
     begin to contain our work.

     We will raise stones
     from the stream bed
     and they will sing as
     they fall into place,
     magestic spires to the sky.
     Then we will die,
     willing our bodies into
     God's space, climbing the
     mountains we climbed as men, 
     lifted from the mud, trusting
     finally all our fears.


10-1-92
-- 
comments, criticism welcome...
-Ken
alvin@ucsu.colorado.edu
Xref: sparky rec.arts.poems:9361 soc.culture.greek:9296
From: bunny@bsu-cs.bsu.edu (Marsh)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems,soc.culture.greek
Subject: Poem - Lark
Keywords: Greece personified
Date: 26 Sep 92 16:04:09 GMT
Organization: CS Dept, Ball St U, Muncie, Indiana


LARK

A song sweeps swift, swift to lush fields
and impales itself on the beak of a lark.

I hear your voice here, as I will it
past miles, and the span of a life;

Brave teeth smile gamely, gnaw sweet down my back
and I feel your grin, chaste, through the crowd.

The warm, deep blue of your crescent shores is,
like the lark, fleet to claim the heedless strange.

Baptismal fonts outlines in sand brush me,
with their splendor, to the reefs, and rifts, beyond.


-Tracy Flynn-Marsh
From: wachtel@canon.co.uk (Tom Wachtel)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: Yes, A Sexual Poem
Date: 6 Oct 92 10:47:30 GMT
Reply-To: wachtel@canon.co.uk
Organization: Canon Research Centre Europe Ltd

moonbeam@iastate.edu (Timothy J Cockerham) writes:

> I thought it was apropriate to employ the old 'seed of my love' trick...
> Anything else might be a bit graphic... :)

unless you made it less graphic. more evocative.

tom



-- 

Tom Wachtel (wachtel@canon.co.uk)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: tolman%asylum.cs.utah.edu@cs.utah.edu (Kenneth Tolman)
Subject: Appointment with God
Date: 3 Oct 92 16:13:03 MDT
Organization: University of Utah, CompSci Dept

God told me
to meet him on top of a mountain

So I climbed
past rocks carefully lying still
trying not to disturb the great one

I reached the top
and there was nothing but the top
a silent void and no God to meet me

"Charlatan" I cried
and the rocks and weeds lay still and quiet
and I knew then that God was these things
and had waited ten thousand years for this

Go now
he awaits you


Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: leoncioe@balsam.ppc.ubc.ca (leoncio estevez-reyes)
Subject:  Yesterday's party
Keywords:  poem
Organization: University of B.C. Pulp & Paper Centre
Date: Sun, 27 Sep 1992 03:47:21 GMT


		YESTERDAY'S PARTY
		=================

				    (To Dorian Gray)


I saw your face yesterday:
drunk again,
laughing loudly,
squinting with your staggering eyes.

I counted all your grey hairs,
your wrinkles,
the traces of the damage 
done by the years.

I heard the echo of your jokes:
they were so loud,
so sad,
so distant.

What happened to the promise 
of a new life,
of a new beginning,
of a brighter page?

You're a whore, 
a lyer,
a non repentant sinner,
begging for relief 
from an empty grave.

I saw you in the mirror
and I hated what I saw.
What happened to those dreams 
that could be started again 
when suspected of being flawed?

I saw your face yesterday:
the one I knew but would 
like to forget.
From: wachtel@canon.co.uk (Tom Wachtel)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: Game
Date: 30 Sep 92 12:58:10 GMT
Reply-To: wachtel@canon.co.uk
Organization: Canon Research Centre Europe Ltd

marsi@oz.plymouth.edu (Marsi Wisniewski) writes:

> Who am I?
> I seriously wonder.
> What am I?
> I sit here and ponder.
> Am I really a person? I wonder.
> Or am I just a name?
> Just another number.
> Simply another variable
> In this stupid little game?
> A game of mirrors and deception,
> It is not any fun.
> And with this mad
> Strive for perfection,
> I really despise
> What I've become.
> This superficial facade of mine,
> I no longer can endure.
> It's as if I'm living
> In a shrine.
> And, I know I'll probably never
> Be honestly" secure.
> I live it all alone,
> This marginal existence of mine.
> Now I know what must be done.
> I give up.
> I hereby have decided to resign.


suppose you just take all the first words, then all the last words...


	who I
	what I am
	or just simply in a it
	and strive
	I what
	this I it's in
	and be I this
	now I
	I

	I wonder
	I ponder
	wonder name?
	number variable game?
	deception fun mad perfection
	despise become mine
	endure
	living shrine
	never secure alone
	mine
	done up
	resign


just whimsy...no malice intended.



-- 

Tom Wachtel (wachtel@canon.co.uk)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: alvin@ucsu.Colorado.EDU (Kenneth Alvin)
Subject: Full Moon
Organization: University of Colorado, Boulder
Date: Tue, 6 Oct 1992 22:25:51 GMT


Hmmm, why am I posting this, when the weather outside is, if anything,
an antithesis.  There will be snow on the ground here tomorrow morning,
and I will have forgotten the warm August buzz, or even having posted
this today.



Full Moon
---------


The fireflies drizzle on
  a warm august night
melting into the 
moist twilight
dissolving only
to collapse again
like tiny suns,
their souls ignited
by the pressure of
the humid air
into brief fusions
  of amber light.

The full moon,
  dazzling and enormous
hangs just beyond the
reach of an old willow tree;
it mirrors the 
waning sunlight, they say,
a cold and dead rock,
just smooth enough,
pale enough 
to do the job.

The fireflies beam their approval.



8-20-92

-- 
comments, criticism welcome...
-Ken
alvin@ucsu.colorado.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: mstringh@ent1.ent.ncsu.edu (Mike Stringham)
Subject: LUCIFER FALLS
Originator: mstringh@ent1.ent.ncsu.edu
Organization: Dept. of Entomology - NCSU, Raleigh, NC
Distribution: na
Date: Mon, 5 Oct 1992 20:55:30 GMT

It's an odd poem to be sure, but here it is anyway.

STRAY THOUGHTS AT LUCIFER FALLS

I saw how Lucifer Falls
each night from the summer sky
in up-state New York,
near Ithaca,
in the great pouring
of the Little Dipper
as it passes overhead
before moonrise,
ever turning -- ever turning
through the heavens in slow time.

                        -- Mike Stringham

Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Subject: the photo of my newborn niece / Marie Coffin
Reply-To: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Organization: Iowa State University
Date: Mon, 28 Sep 1992 21:05:09 GMT


	the photo of my newborn niece
	------------------------------------------------------------
	
	amanda, you could be
	the reincarnation of your 
	great-grandmother
	who is dying.
	you are so like her.
	you have no memory
	and we cannot tell if any thoughts
	live behind your sharp dark eyes.
	
	amanda, you do not look innocent.
	your hands make tight
	tiny fists.  your mouth
	is pinched like a little trap.
	you are
	as wide-awake and greedy
	as a baby bird.
	
	i'm going to throw away
	the lacy dress i made for you
	and buy silk boxing shorts instead.
	you are a fit member of our family,
	you make me uneasy already.
	you promise
	a tumultuous future
	as big as your appetite,
	as sharp and impatient 
	as your pointed chin.


Marie Coffin
September 28, 1992