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From: michaeln@cs.uq.oz.au (Bunweasel)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: Art Despot
Date: 23 Jul 92 00:00:08 GMT
Reply-To: michaeln@cs.uq.oz.au
Organization: Department of Computer Science, The University of Queensland

In article 1137@netxcom.netx.com, bob@netxcom.netx.com (Robert Thralls) writes:

>>No, judging art *is* personal opinions. Art is personal expression loaded
>>with opinions. If someone says some "art" I produce is crap, it means that
>>they think it's crap. Whoopee. It doesn't mean it is crap. If everyone but
>>me thinks it's crap, it means I've got something special that nobody else
>>appreciates. Criticising art is just a big game because it doesn't mean
>>anything, but it's nice to try to communicate to someone the neural storm
>>that happens when your brain eats some art, and to figure out how make
>>more effectively stormy art.

>>$0.02

>>-m.

>I have nothing against personal opions. I just don't like it when
>I see them squashed by a professional one. You may be able to let

What do you mean a "professional" one. Are there any professional ones?

>those professional ones slide off with a "Whoopee", but many do not,
>they trust implicitly, and have a lower self esteem because of the
      ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Why??? Whatever for???

>clash in opionions, so I am not opposed to the opinions themselves,
>just the value attatched to them.
          ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Who attached a value?

>Now let me be more clear. To *"JUDGE"* art is what I am opposed to,
>not personal opionions. For a judgement *is* a personal opionion, nothing
>more. The main problem is that a judgement usually carries credentials
>and is somewhat respected in [that] community. This has many reprocussions,
                 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Que?

>it tends to make some pieces more [monitarily] valuable than others.
                                    ^^^^^^^^^^
Come on! Surely half the beauty of poetry is its utter monetary worthlessness!
Does anybody seriously expect to make a cracker out of any of this?
If so, I'd like to know how.

>So what i am opposed to is the professionalization of a personal opinion.
>No opinion is more valueable, nor more correct than any other opinion.
>A game, yes; and quite lucritive from what I understand.
                                              ^^^^^^^^^^
There's evidently something I don't understand.

>Ya, know, if we killed all the lawyers, that would also include 
>judges and a great many congressmen, too.
>(just a thought)

>$2.000.000,02
>(I put a high value on MY opinion)

No sale, I'm afraid.

>-b.

-m.

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From: jondarr@macadam.mqcs.mq.oz.au (jondarr c g h 2 gibb)
Subject: If I Wait
Organization: Macquarie University, School of Mathematics, Physics, Computing and Electronics
Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1992 23:01:21 GMT


        If I Wait

This evening, if I wait for you alone
In some small cafe with a knowing smile,
When all the empty people there have gone,
Could we sip capuccinos for awhile

With carrot cake, as if we cared, and pass
The time and stir the froth in which we live
Around a brown-stained cup of smokey glass
And take until there's nothing more to give ?

Or will I wait in vain and watch the street
Of faceless shoppers slowly pass me by,
And hide behind my eyes one more defeat,
Another hope destroyed, another lie

That crystallises in a saucer-pool
Of coffee spilled; desserted, like a fool !

			23rd July, 1992



                    
              Anyway the wind blows ...
                                                //\         /\\
                             /                 || * \ . . / * ||
               .  _   _   _/  _   _  _          \\____\X/____//
              / /_/ / / /_/ /-/ /  /             / *  /O\  * \
          ._/                                    \__/  "  \__/

jondarr@macadam.mpce.mq.edu.au  (137.111.216.12)
jondarr@mpce.mq.edu.au
jondarr@mackay.mpce.mq.edu.au

Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: 32downey@cuavax.dnet.cua.edu
Subject: RE: Re: Composition
Organization: The Catholic University of America
Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1992 22:03:53 GMT

On Wed, 29 Jul 1992 23:43:41 GMT, sturner@vax1.umkc.edu (sharon) wrote:

>In article <13831@borg.cs.unc.edu>, denelsbe@washington.cs.unc.edu (The KevMan) writes:
>>  		Composition
>> 
>> 	If I should draw forth your ebony secrets,
>> 	And we then duet on some pianissimo moments,
>> 	Trust that I play very forgetfully around others,
>> 	Remembering only 4' 33".
>How clever!  Your reference to 4' 33" which the composer's name evades me but
>the time amount is the length of the composition in which the pianist simply
>sits for four minutes and 33 seconds and the audience noise makes up the work.
>I think that some poets should work this way.

In case anyone is curious about this, the composer Sharon is thinking of is
John Cage.  He is rather eclectic and especially enjoys directing performers
to have a transistor radio playing during the performance of many pieces.  I
also have heard that he wrote a Concerto for Ping-Pong Balls.

>sharon

Charles T. Downey, Benjamin T. Rome School of Music
Catholic University, Washington, D.C.  [M.A. student, Music History]
From: vhspet01@uctvax.uct.ac.za (Peter van Heusden)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Worm
Date: 22 Jul 92 11:52:19 GMT
Article-I.D.: uctvax.1992Jul22.095219.202065
Organization: University of Cape Town


           Worm 
            
     Circling, circling, 
     undermining and destroying: 
 
     As the condemned sing 
     in their darkness 
     Mankind screams out 
     his soul destroying hope 
 
     There's no escape 
 
     There's no escape 
     from the coldness 
     of too many dreams 
 
     There's no escape 
     from the endless running 
     and invisible guns 
 
     There's no escape 
     from the fire in the eye 
     the spark of life 
 
     There's no escape 
     from ourselves 


Cape Town - 1989

*****************************************************************************
Peter van Heusden              "She was screaming as she fell 
UCTVAX, Cape Town                But I never heard her hit" 
vhspet01@uctvax.uct.ac.za                                  Violent Femmes 
*****************************************************************************
From: maverick@cs.berkeley.edu (Vance Maverick)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Cage [Re: Composition]
Date: 31 Jul 1992 16:09:09 GMT
Organization: CS Division, UC Berkeley
Distribution: world
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In article <9614@uqcspe.cs.uq.oz.au>, michaeln@cs.uq.oz.au (Bunweasel) writes:
|> 
|> Let it evade you no longer - the wondrous John Cage.
|> He's done a lot since then that might also inspire poets -

Since then, and before then.  Among other things, he is an excellent
writer.  Check his many books -- for me the most interesting is _Silence_,
which (among other things) goes a long way to suggest why the pursuit of
silence in music might be something other than a joke.  If the pieces in
this book called _Lecture on Nothing_ and _Lecture on Something_ aren't
poetry, I don't know what is.

|> (is this a challenge to RAPpers?)

For what it's worth, Cage has had a direct influence on a number of poets
-- Jerome Rothenberg, Jackson Mac Low, to name two.

	Vance [rec.music.classical's resident defender of Cage]
From: ieeug470@Eagle.oscs.montana.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: !!!!!!!!!!!
Date: 29 Jul 92 17:44:21 GMT
Reply-To: ieeug470@Eagle.oscs.montana.edu
Organization: MSU

Hey, since I have become Michael the Morbid, I figured I would throw
out one that is not morbid *gasp*...


	My Love
I no longer heed,
	I know how to make you bleed,
Say I care, leave you there
		Alone, with the demon.
His words will be done,
	His spells will make you one.
Enjoy his snare,
		I left you there.




C&C appreciated...

Michael the Morbid...

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cut off my head, eat my brains:  know my pains.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
From: ieeug470@Eagle.oscs.montana.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Consume Me My Darling
Date: 31 Jul 92 04:41:01 GMT
Reply-To: ieeug470@Eagle.oscs.montana.edu
Organization: MSU

This one came out wrong, could you help me fix it??



Consume me my darling I need;
I have been planted: a newborn seed,
My roots are not deep,
Time I cannot keep,
These leaves will bleed,
Cut this stalk, do your deed.
Consume me my darling,
I need.





HELP!!!!



Michael the Morbid...
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think I will kill another...
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
From: daq@hpfcso.FC.HP.COM (Doug Quarnstrom)
Date: Sun, 26 Jul 1992 15:35:37 GMT
Subject: Re: The mystery of human life
Organization: Hewlett-Packard, Fort Collins, CO, USA
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems

In rec.arts.poems, forda@gtephx.UUCP (Andrew Ford @ AGCS, Phoenix, Arizona) writes:

> 
> > by men.  This role includes that of the passive and loving creative
> > force.                                  ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
>   ^^^^^                                   
> >         If women have had this answer, they have engaged in a very
> > great criminal act in allowing the world to continue as it has.
> 
> If men haven't got it, it's because we're blind.  Women have been living
> it out in front of us for centuries, but we still don't get it.

This is NONSENSE, pure and simple.  In _a distant mirror_, by
Barbara Tuchman, it is pointed out that, for example, women
of the fourteenth cetnury did not really seem to care much for their
children at all.  The socail dynamics for this are discussed in the
bood, but the basic point is that the behavior of women was different
than it is today.  I am making the obvious assertion that the
behavior of women, and men, is largely socialized.  Your assertion
that women 'have been liveing IT (whatever it is) in front of us
for centuries is simply not meaningful.  Women are human, and they
suffer the FULL range of human negative and positive traits.
That is my belief.  I believe it is backed up by reading about women 
in history.  It is NONsexist.  Your belief is quite sexist.

> 
> > In FACT, women no nothing more than men do on the subject, and if
> > I am wrong about that, I call on women to change the world.
> 
> You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make *him* drink.

Cute but meaningless.

doug
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From: ieeug470@Eagle.oscs.montana.edu
Subject: Publishing
Reply-To: ieeug470@Eagle.oscs.montana.edu
Organization: MSU
Date: Mon, 27 Jul 1992 17:17:36 GMT

Hey, I have some of my stuff published, but would like to get more
published.  Does anyone know of publishers or contests to enter ?  The
one I know of I will give out, email me...


Michael...

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lay my body down, slice my toes off and enjoy the sunlight
streaming through the window.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
From: jss6@jaguar.uofs.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: every day
Date: 23 Jul 92 14:25:54 GMT
Organization: University of Scranton

In article <1992Jul17.181333.1@jaguar.uofs.edu>, jss6@jaguar.uofs.edu writ
> 
> 
>            EVERY DAY
> 


testings
testing 
testing
testing
testing
testing
testing
testing
From: Ralph.Cherubini@mdf.FidoNet.Org (Ralph Cherubini)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Poem--My favorite game
Date: 29 Jul 92 12:53:16 GMT


                                My favorite game
 
I have a favorite game
which you might enjoy
we can play together
when next we meet
it takes two people
boy and girl
they must love each other
very much
or the game is no fun.
 
The rules are simple
in this game:
you may only do things
which make the other player
joyful and ecstatic
and there is only one goal:
to give to the other
as much pleasure as you can.
 
In my game,
there are only winners...
 


 * Origin: Connect America #5, Austin, Tx, 512-459-3351 (1:382/10.0)
From: daq@hpfcso.FC.HP.COM (Doug Quarnstrom)
Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1992 14:49:19 GMT
Subject: Re: alternative vwpt. Re: Poem--Essay on Poetry
Organization: Hewlett-Packard, Fort Collins, CO, USA
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems

In rec.arts.poems, mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin) writes:

> In article <1128@netxcom.netx.com>, bob@netxcom.netx.com (Robert Thralls)
> > 	She is the coffin, the grave, the earth.
> > 	He is the sacrifice, the worm, the compost.
> > 	She is the goddess, mother, she lives on.
> > 	He is the god, father, he lives again and again.
> > 
> >                     [...more stuff deleted...]
> > no signature required.
> 
> 
> Wow!   This was great!   I'm particularly fond of "She is the coffin".  ;-)

Ah, Marie, always the vested interest, eh?  He he.

doug
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From: 78witherspoo@cuavax.dnet.cua.edu
Subject: Re: Consume Me My Darling
Organization: The Catholic University of America
Date: Fri, 31 Jul 1992 13:26:06 GMT

In article <0095E5D9.3676B160@Eagle.oscs.montana.edu>, ieeug470@Eagle.oscs.montana.edu writes:
> This one came out wrong, could you help me fix it??
> 
> Consume me my darling I need;
> I have been planted: a newborn seed,
> My roots are not deep,
> Time I cannot keep,
> These leaves will bleed,
> Cut this stalk, do your deed.
> Consume me my darling,
> I need.
_____________________________________________

The fourth line is the "weasel in the fanbelt", as my southern family would
say.
Either dump it, or restructure.  (Or possibly refinance...)

Love and violent violins,

Tom W.(itherspoon)  78witherspoo@cuavax.dnet.cua.edu

"Your cat-scan shows disfiguration,
I wanna laugh myself to death!!!"
-- Guns n' Roses, "My World"
From: bbresen@cerebus.cc.edu (Brian Bresen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Poem -- Dad
Date: 22 Jul 92 17:36:36 GMT
Article-I.D.: carroll1.3251
Reply-To: bbresen@cerebus.cc.edu (Brian Bresen)
Organization: Carroll College-Waukesha, WI


			"Dad"

	You were the first person for me to see,
	All my life, you're all I wanted to be.
	Working hard, almost twelve hours a day,
	You still found time to play catch on Sunday.
	You stood with with no matter, win or lose,
	You backed me up, whatever I would choose.
	When I was lost, you showed me what to do.
	I never say it, but,"Dad, I love you."

					-Brian Bresen
					   7/22/92
--
*********Brian Bresen***********************bbresen@cerebus.cc.edu***********
Thou art the Devil's Child now.  Come, young one, and join the
Children of Darkness.		-"The Vampire Lestat"
******************************************************************************
From: melynda@titipu.meta.com (Melynda Reid)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: announcement of a poetry song and dance revue
Keywords: impish provisions
Date: 28 Jul 92 01:01:09 GMT
Reply-To: melynda@titipu.meta.com (Melynda Reid)
Organization: Paleolithic Refugia
X-Mailer: uAccess - Macintosh Release: 1.9b1

on the eleventh and twelfth of september at eight and ten p.m. i will be 
performing at 
          windows on gaines
          517 west gaines street
          tallahassee, florida
                      32301.
i will be singing three poems i wrote
          alligator choose
          hermaphroditty
          good-bye
costumed as various comic characters.
plus a few of my art works derived from the stake-out at post office bay
will be on display those two days. two skits from the show will consist of
improvised dance to improvised music by ray brooks. 
tea and cookies will be served.
dress is safari, picnic style.
the show is entitled
          NOTHING CONTRARY to science or nature.
                so if any rappers are in town come on by
                and say hallo to me. melynda claire reid

melynda reid   who wears hats but does not type caps
  eel:   melynda@titipu.meta.com  or  nosc.mil!titipu.meta.com!melynda
  snail: p o box 378 greensboro, florida 32330
From: Ralph.Cherubini@mdf.FidoNet.Org (Ralph Cherubini)
Sender: uucp@mdf.FidoNet.Org
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Poem--Incidental triangle
Date: 28 Jul 92 14:00:33 EST

                                Incidental triangle
 
Passionate love
in the laundry room
we reached the height of pleasure
simultaneously
the clothes dryer and I
her buzzer screaming joyously
my woman felt left out
left
feeling
excluded.
 
 


 * Origin: Connect America #5, Austin, Tx, 512-459-3351 (1:382/10.0)
From: ieeug470@Eagle.oscs.montana.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Your Independant Mind
Date: 31 Jul 92 04:21:19 GMT
Reply-To: ieeug470@Eagle.oscs.montana.edu
Organization: MSU

Hey, here's one I found the other day...

There are some places that love can not travel,
like through unopened doors,
through windows that are closed,
and into hearts that love no more;
there are some words that are not spoken
to the soul that is unkind,
like the words I now whisper
free of your Independant Mind.

There are some loves that grow in whinter,
and die in the summer sun,
there are some loves that are ended,
before they have begun;
there are some towns that are always friendly
to every stranger kind,
I am a stranger going no-where,
free of your Independent Mind.

Rest your eyes on silver pages,
of the good times we once shared
hear the morning wind that tells you I once cared,
dry your tears in the early autumn
when you turn some night to find,I have left for other blossoms 
free of your Independent Mind.








I found this one in the Sigma Alpha Epsilon log for the Montana 
Alpha chapter.  The guy that wrote it is call the Eminate Philosopher...



Michael the Morbid...

(that was not morbid.!!!!)


!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think I will kill another...
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
From: sheila@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu (sheila)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: old poem
Date: 29 Jul 92 18:45:48 GMT
Organization: The University of Texas at Austin, Austin TX

an old poem I havn't worked on much.

1.
miss about the outside? -
it is the breath taken next to my mom's thick nightgown

2.
if I don't go outside
certainly I will forget something tomorrow
my keys
my pockets of old stone
my humanity
because even though the air is not
the brush of my mother's hand
it is sitll moving quietly to my hair.

3.
	[this part is too rough to include
	perahps I will update it some other time]

end of poem.

	I will give myself some homework on teh side for
a few months. Lately I have been bugging my self when thinking
with thoughts of sets and plural and singular and words and
what words are and also generalizing. I think as an anecdote I should
read philosophers who generalize. My homework will be to do enough
research to be able to compile a list of these fellows.
	My next assignment. I bug myself occasionally worrying about
desings of perfect societies. I also bug myself by contemplating
pain and perfection and striving and goals and economics and government.j
My assignment will be to research enough so that I can know enough
to compile a list of books about utopias, dystopias, economic theories,
government theories, justice, and so on. This is a bit too general. I will
have to have in my assignment some way to narrow it down.
	I can't remember my other assignment.
	After I do all this, my assignments will be to read these books.
	O yes, I have an ongoing assignment to read _Ulysses_. but I think
I should read stuff predating it. but I am too impatient. Patience should
perhaps be an assignment. and also reading some of those books. I think
I would like to also give myself an assignment of writing my own story
of Oedipus Tyrranos. although, whether or not I can work with a play form
I don't know. I certainly can't write in Greek at this time. This assignment
might take a while.
	O another assigment. I want to teach myself e&m because I am behind
in physics and I want to teach myself quantum mechanics. (I wonder if I can
skip waves and go to quantum mech?) I wonder if this will be bad for me
when I actually take the classes? I'll find out if I ever have the time to
teach myself.
	I have too many assignments. I don't want to think of anymore.
-- 
stark raving sane!   sheila@ccwf.cc.utexas.edu
From: daq@hpfcso.FC.HP.COM (Doug Quarnstrom)
Date: Tue, 21 Jul 1992 14:39:43 GMT
Subject: Re: Poem--You will never leave me
Organization: Hewlett-Packard, Fort Collins, CO, USA
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems

In rec.arts.poems, webdw@cbnews.cb.att.com (bruce.d.woods) writes:

> In article <7710510@hpfcso.FC.HP.COM> daq@hpfcso.FC.HP.COM (Doug Quarnstrom) writes:
> >
> >Absolutely nothing is wrong with it as long as you do not try
> >to delude yourself into thinking and suggesting that it is art.
> >
> >What it is is confession or an attempt at group therapy or something.
> >Alt.callahans might be a more appropriate audience.
> >
> >doug
> 
> 
> Another true arbiter of art has revealed himself!  

I am not an arbiter of art.  I am a crusader against poorly written
love poetry.  If you choose to see it as art, that is your opinion.
Your opinion need not stop me from exrpessing mine and vice versa.

Still, if you wish me to be your arbiter that is fine.  

doug
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From: Jack.Wiggins@ubbs.gator.rn.com (Jack Wiggins)
Date: Wed, 22 Jul 92 04:17:18 EST
Organization: Gator Conferencing Systems - 219-289-0777 - 6 lines
Subject: puppies and saying goodbye
Distribution: world
Reply-To: Jack.Wiggins@ubbs.gator.rn.com (Jack Wiggins)
X-Posting-Software: UnixBBS 1.03b S/N 180921

This is in memory of a little girl that never got a chance to grow up. 
Just my way of saying good bye to her...  
 
 
Do puppies go to Heaven
if it comes their lot to die?
Do they wag and fetch the haloes
as their former masters cry?
Do puppies chase the rainbows?
Do they prance across the sky?
Do puppies go to Heaven,
and why do they have to die?
 
I miss you so, my darling
since I had to set you free.
The pain that sent you dying
still lives inside of me.
Your corner lies deserted,
your things I've packed away
I couldn't bear to see them
laying useless anyway.
 
I had a dream this morning.
I think I understand
for when you left and went ahead
into the promised land,
you sat there on the other side
and then you turned to stare.
I swear that it was like before
when you said "are you there?"
 
 
Do puppies play with Angels
and do Angels scratch their ears?
If so, then I'll be happy.
I'll dry my lonely tears.
I'll share my love with Jesus
for He needs a puppy too.
and just perhaps, if I am good,
one day again I'll play with you.
 
 
<it's more than just a dog, as if "just a dog" wasn't enough?>
From: maverick@cs.berkeley.edu (Vance Maverick)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: An old one
Date: 27 Jul 1992 17:54:15 GMT
Organization: CS Division, UC Berkeley
Distribution: world
NNTP-Posting-Host: ginkgo.cs.berkeley.edu

Intimidation (after ambiguous dinner)


Why do you expose to me this stretch of skin,
  smooth and strong, a strip
    an inch about your navel, bared
  by the lifting of your shirt, pulled up
as you stretch and lean against the bed?

Do you invite me to consider its extension,
  smooth and strong, which jeans and short shirt
    less suggest than testify; do you mean
  me to remember one not here, or two
implicit by omission in this show and sight?

Is it you who speaks the sneer I hear at mine,
  soft and white, not formed in fencing,
    surely well left unexposed?  Do you wish me to persist,
  sitting on the floor of this small room,
talking idly?  Do you only stretch to yawn?



(c) 1991 Vance Maverick
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