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From: an827@anon.penet.fi
Newsgroups: rec.arts.bodyart
Subject: Nipple Pierces - Size Increases
Date: 3 Jan 93 22:37:20 GMT
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From: tjreynol@zephyr.cair.du.edu (Jumpin Dude)
Subject: Re: Nipple Piercing Questions
Organization: University of Denver
Date: Sun, 27 Dec 92 02:28:45 GMT

In article <1992Dec26.215341.28918@netcom.com> centaur@netcom.com (Paul Blair) writes:
>JSCHWIMMER@eagle.wesleyan.edu (Joshua Schwimmer) writes:
>
>>Do those with recently pierced nipples find them too tender to sleep
>>on?  Have the piercings significantly interfered with anyone's daily
>>activities?

>I was kinda worried about this, but I didn't have any problem really,
>I was nervous about my SO bumping me since we sleep together, or such
>things, but THIS wasn't a probelm.  You learn VERY quickly to be 
>careful taking off your shirt though.  :)  And to watch when squeezing
>through tight spaces.

Funny you mention that; when I pierced my septum, I discovered that 
I bonk myslef in the nose several times a day, and I had no idea.
It took me some time to learn not to smack my face while doing everyday
stuff. The worst ws playing hacky the day after the pierce, I kicked
the hack right the fuck into the bottom of my nose, it hurt so bad I 
was in tears. Lots of amusing reactions ;-)
I've been wondering just how much I would irritate a nipple pierce.

My PA was not so much trouble, although I have had to be careful about
'placement' while skydiving; once, shortly after the pierce, I fell 
into another jumpers burble (or wake..) in freefall, and fell crotch-first
onto his foot. Ouch. I still occasionaly toy withj the idea of a nipple..
My parachute rig doesn't really get in the way, as I'd initially thought 
it would.

oops..

>>scrubs work well with piercings?
>                                                                     
>I used Hibiclens for the first month and a half or so, but it seemed to
>make my nipple a little more sensitive and redder, so I switched to
>Betadine.  This seemed to do the job well, and it was a bit easier to find
>at the corner drugstore than Hibiclens.

I have never even considered using Hibiclens, because so many people report
the sensitivity crap... why bother with it. I used Betadine and recommend it.
It is wonderful (but it stains gold, I think?).

>>general interest.  Is there a FAQ available?  I saw none.)

Yea, it gets posted infrequently. I have it, if you need it still, email me.

Tim
From: kmac@cisco.com (Karl MacRae)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.bodyart
Subject: Re: TATTOOS IN JAPAN
Date: 21 Dec 1992 19:20:51 GMT
Organization: cisco Systems, Menlo Park, California, USA
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In article <YfBTm1200XsFEzo8pl@andrew.cmu.edu> David O Hunt <bluelobster+@CMU.EDU> writes:
>Hey!
>
>There's a very good chance I'll be going to Japan next summer, and that
>I'll be in Tsukuba City (NE of Tokyo).  I've been playing with the idea
>of getting a tattoo, and an oriental dragon (done in the orient :) could
>be really good!
>
>Does anyone have any advice?  Price range?  Recommended artists?


	I think we already had this discussion here a year ago, but 
	I guess it's time again. Sombody put this in the FAQ, hmm?


	In Japan, tattooing is strictly an underworld thing. As an outsider
	and a gaijin, you won't be able to get tattooed.

	The tattoo masters do not do the sort of tattooing we do here; 
	they only take certain clients, and they only do full suits. (In
	fact, I think the Japanese (At least those in the tattoo subculture)
	regard our western style tattooing with some contempt; those
	of us with only bits and pieces tattooed are considered 'Half Men',
	being less then fully tattooed.

	Tattooing is seen in general Japanese society as a BAD thing; a thing
	only criminals and certain low-but-honerable professions (Like
	carpenters or butchers or something; I forget exactly which trades
	tend to do it) do. Thus westerners with tattoos tend to be suspect.

	About the only westerners who can get tattooed over there are 
	people like Ed Hardy; western tattoo masters who can forge relationships
	with the Japanese masters.


	Give it up. If you want a tattoo from the orient, go to Hong Kong.


	Sorry to be the bearer of bad tidings, but "That's the way it is".



			-Karl


	

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From: 002w1b@pnet16.cts.com (Rm1 Burns)
Subject: Merry Christmast
Organization: People-Net [pnet16], NCTAMS EASTPAC
Date: Fri, 25 Dec 1992 16:56:02 GMT

Just wanted to wish all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Hope that your new piercings heal quickly and your tatts never fade.

                                           //Joe B.//

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From: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Subject: the longest night / Marie Coffin
Reply-To: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Organization: Iowa State University
Date: Mon, 21 Dec 1992 17:27:28 GMT


	the longest night
	------------------------------------------------------------
	
	this is the way to run
	a midwinter festival --
	covered in white.
	
	cover in white the raucous bell
	from the salation army and
	cover in white the garish lights
	that have nothing
	to do with the birth of a hero,
	more like a crude defiance 
	of the long night,
	
	and cover in white the sidewalk 
	to muffle every footfall
	and cover every bush
	bring out in white relief on white
	every tree's bark and cover
	in white every billboard that tells
	how many more shopping days until.
	
	this is a cleansing festival
	cover every plastic reindeer
	every ceramic elf
	and pour white down
	from the night white sky
	until branches break of the load.
	
	we'll purge them too.
	
	cover until the cars are slowed
	and the malls are closed
	and then we shall declare
	the longest night, the festival
	
	of blizzard.


Marie Coffin
December 21, 1992

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From: Catherine.Collingwood@launchpad.unc.edu (Catherine Collingwood)
Subject: Re: Original 12 days after Christmas in its entirety
Organization: University of North Carolina Extended Bulletin Board Service
Date: Thu, 24 Dec 1992 20:44:43 GMT

yes! yes! that's it!  that's the one I also learned in Catholic choir!

Lady Firebird
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From: wprovinc@polyslo.csc.calpoly.edu (drunken_philosopher)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: rain + apologies / bill
Date: 4 Jan 93 03:46:42 GMT
Organization: Bleeding Heart Liberals Association (and proud of it!!)


   Apologies first, I suppose.  I went on a rather extended vacation 
which left me without a USENET connection.  As a result, I have been 
lax in replying to my e-mail.  If you were expecting a message from
me, please be patient.  I will reach you.

   Back to your regularly scheduled poetry...


               rain
           ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
             You touch my skin and lightning
             fractures the sky
             like a sledgehammer 
             on a sheet of glass.

             i am the sky 

             falling

             in an ocean 
             of raindrops and shards.

             if You
             drown me in your emotions,
             pull me under,
             cut me,

             i will dissolve
             in a liquid You.

                          bill province  

   
    Comments, criticisms, discussions relating to Godel's
Incompleteness Theorem, all of these are welcome.

    -- bill
-- 
(wprovinc@athena.calpoly.edu, wprovinc@polyslo.csc.calpoly.edu)
From: beh@kropotkin.gnu.ai.mit.edu (various Howellses)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: flying home
Date: 27 Dec 92 19:18:07
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they're flying home this evening,
and I don't know when I'll see them again.
I never thought they'd come here,
to this place by the sea,
where they'd never been,
but they were here,
and now,
they're flying home.

where is home?
Is home the big white house,
set behind and beneath the tall swaying trees,
or is home here, the 
four large rooms, thin walls,
and our bed?

I am a wife,
a daughter,
and me,
but will I ever fly home?

they're flying home,
the sunset in front of them,
and I remember nights
when it was you who flew home,
and I wonder,
will I ever know which place is right,
which time is now,
which home is home?
If I find home,
may I fly?

Flying home...
and the spring will come again,
as winter will fade here,
and there, and everywhere.

Flying home.

--nalh
27 December, 1992
Somerville, Massachusetts
--
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But then again, we're basically one and the same... oh bother, we're
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From: eric@npri6.npri.com (Eric Williams)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: An Act of Kindness (was: Re: a rose-fingered...)
Summary: and they bleated happily ever after
Date: 24 Dec 92 18:03:16 GMT
Organization: NPRI, Alexandria VA

In article <NIKOLAY.92Dec22211904@husc10.harvard.edu>, nikolay@husc10.harvard.edu (Philip Nikolayev) writes:
>
> On the contrary, we would have no galleries and even no commercial art
> if no one aimed at brilliance. The world would be a bleak and bare 
> bazaar indeed. You are a somewhat muddled thinker if you fail to see 
> that the desire to produce a masterpiece is the only proper expression
> of humility in art, as opposed to the oft-expressed egotism of many a 
> bleeding r.a.p. soul: "I know that this poem ain't mighty good, but at
> least it's sincere, so don't be too harsh." Or worse: "Don't tell me 
> that I write crap, 'cause its all a matter of personal taste anyway."

What I'm trying to do here is extrapolate your reasoning to a broader
level, that is, what if King Philip censored art that didn't measure
up on his scale of brilliance. (And what is that scale? Subjective to
some degree, no?) Under those conditions I contend that most of our
public artworks would disappear and one gallery (the Philip Collection)
would remain: very brilliant stuff, but sparse. Then again, I suspect
what you really want to do is *encourage* poets to excel, but then
why are you pouring vinegar into this newsgroup instead of honey?

Yeah, I know: too sweet already.

I desire to create masterpieces, too, but that may inhibit me from
producing the cracked pots (no, I'm not Abian) and imperfect crystals
that *might* lead me to excellence. As an aside, I'd like to
find out who you deem worthy of the master title--no sly trick intended.

> > Should she apply for a welding job at the local shipyard?
> 
> Feeble jab; wrong target.

I could be more disparaging, but it wouldn't be civil.  Perhaps mastery
of sarcasm is your aim?

> I doubt that you have seen any of my verse, Bill, unless, of course, you
> read Russian and have access to Moscow periodicals and anthologies.

No, what I meant was your criticism is your verse. It was a compliment,
albeit shrouded. And I am interested (as no doubt other rap-pers are)
in reading your poems--in Russian, or transliterated, or translated.
Not timid, are we?

> But it's all right, you're welcome to bleat, 
> butterball Bill. Post more crooked timber; I'll just shake the 
> sawdust from my feet.

Baa! (Humbug?) Do svedanya!

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From: sean_v1@verifone.com
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Dreams and Nightmares.
Date: 1 Jan 93 15:15:45 -1000
Organization: Confused Souls, Ltd.

Dreams, so gentle and loving, yet I must 
  rise up from your sweet embrace.
Dreams, so dark and troubling, why must 
  you torment me so?
But what can I do, for the dreams are 
  one and the same.
I dream of the love, the purest thing, 
  I feel for you.
But each day I arise anew, and realize 
  that my dreams are but dreams.
Flights of fancy, my mind conjures up, 
  to test and torment me.
I chose not to sleep anymore, for how 
  can one man, withstand the pain and
  angish of loosing you, each and every 
  night.  I can't lie to myself any 
  longer, you can never love me...

-- 

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From: bu016@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Zita Marie Evensen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: writing poetry ...[ poem]
Date: 22 Dec 1992 18:44:33 GMT
Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, OH (USA)
Reply-To: bu016@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Zita Marie Evensen)
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WRITING POETRY ...


          picking flowers
          from a garden of words
          and sounds and images ...
          for a tranquil afternoon
          of ikebana and green tea.

          clowning with a happy-sad face
          in baggy pants and daisy-decked fedora
          chased by an irreverent bull
          in a dusty rodeo arena ...
          parched-throated, heart stopping
          daredevilness ...
          and a tsunami of laughter.

          riding a whiplash roller-coaster ...
          scrambling thoughts ... inside-out,
          up-side-down ... screaming
          visions in your mind.

          sand-painting with 
          turquoise, white jade, and red earth
          in communion with earth spirits
          and manitous of long ago.

          heart-throbs and heart-aches
          what-weres and what-might-have-beens,
          que sera seras, que pasas ...
          alohas, bienvenidas ...
          te amo por siempre.

          curling up and reaching
          into the time-reversed rhythm 
          of the memories of a one-celled
          life and soul.

                 ***

zita evensen
c1992, sept 4


-- 
.. i am a romantic .... no apologies ......
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From: jshaw@emr1.emr.ca (La Reine des Rats)
Subject: Swimming Rat
Organization: Energy, Mines, and Resources, Ottawa
Distribution: na
Date: Tue, 22 Dec 1992 21:19:03 GMT

                Swimming Rat

     Laugh and have fun
     Eyes shine in the sun
     Run along the rigging
     Laughing, singing, jigging

     Now you want to talk
     So serious; I balk
     I can't defend it
     I want to end it

     But, no, I said I wouldn't run
     Life's not meant to be all fun
     So every day I appear
     Choking back my fear

     Each of your questions I answer
     Contorting like a mad ballet dancer
     Oh how I hoped I got it right
     Why? when to stay was such a fight

     Now it seems you're in a tizzy
     All this makes my head so dizzy
     It's got me thinking
     Is this ship sinking?

     We both catch sight of shore
     You're asking for more, more
     I've gotten all caught in a twister
     I forgot me, thinking of you, mister

     Then as I hear "Land Ho!"
     I start to answer "No!"
     Then you say from me you want to hide
     And silently down the life rope I slide

     


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From: PROWSE@Meena.CC.URegina.CA (Natalie)
Subject: craving big mr c. / Natalie
Date: Mon, 21 Dec 1992 08:16:50 GMT
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Organization: University of Regina, Regina, Sask., Canada

		craving big mr c.		
		-------------------------------------------------------------

		every once in a while
		i try to give you up.
		you are not good for me.

		weaning doesn't work.
		making you less sweet
		does not curb my craving.

            	so i turn away, cold.
		but you strike back
		with a vengeful
		pounding.  in.  my.  head.
		and i drag myself
		around tortured by your smell.
		by the very thought of you.
		wanting you.  till i give in.

		i'm so weak.  but you warm me.
		wake me.  give me vitality.
		you are dependable and consistent.
		artificially stimulated
		i speed through the day
		you by my side.  
		the pile of dirty cups are 
		a monument to my devotion, 
		to my desire.
		to my need.		

                    -Natalie  / Dec 20, 1992

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   transgressions..."  - J.H.
From: vollrath@vax.oxford.ac.uk (Alun ap Rhisiart)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Help, lost poem
Date: 28 Dec 92 19:17:36 GMT
Organization: Oxford University VAX 6620

Hi again,

(Hope this looks okay, this editor is going crazy)	
About 15 years ago I read a sonnet by (I thought) John Maisfield (sp?).
Later, I looked for in in his complete works, etc, but after nearly
two decades I can't find it. Maybe it was a different poet? If anyone
recognises it, I would be _extremely_ grateful if you would let me know.
I can't remember how it starts, but there is a two-line quote from something,
then the first few lines, then something like this:

When the tall ships where as new as a child's toy
To him who sailed at Odysseus' side, perhaps,
From Ithaca to fabulous Troy. 
When the swift storm blew up, with the rocks alee,
And the black waves heaving, 
Where the grey-green olives meet the wine-dark sea.

{Lines are not divided up properly, there}

And from his rosy-fingered dawn of day
Into this puzzled twilight, 
His voice speaks plain the words which you would say
If to your ship-mates you could bid farewell.
'Across the steep seas where I met my end
The ships sail on, and sail thou on, my friend'.

Anyone recognise it?



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* Oxford University               *    | Now, only God knows.        |
* vollrath@vax.ox.ac.uk           * 
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From: watson@hg.uleth.ca (The terror that flaps in the night)
Subject: cortex between a rock and a hard place
Reply-To: watson@hg.uleth.ca
Organization: University of Lethbridge
Date: Tue, 22 Dec 1992 06:22:22 GMT

he gave me
a bouquet
of lovely scented craniums
with long brain stems
supporting
penetrating cerebrums
i, comatose with delight,
was caught
with my cat scan purring
now forever
brainwashed
indoctrinated

- Carol, 
  with inspiration from a pundit across the sea

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From: jessop@ljohub.enet.dec.com (Class Dinosauria)
Subject: The Scarecrow...
Reply-To: jessop@ljohub.enet.dec.com (Class Dinosauria)
Organization: Digital Equipment Corporation
Date: Tue, 22 Dec 1992 22:49:02 GMT




	The Scarecrow...

	Racuous ravens,
	I politely sit and wait
	For the opening I need
	To leave my in-laws.

	If it weren't for the window,
	My imaginary escape,
	The squawking would never cease
	And my head would never settle.

	Sometimes, looking out the window,
	I take a broom to them.
	"Squawk squawk squawk!" they go,
	And flutter all about.

	But always they settle
	And the noise begins again.
	Thank God for the setting sun,
	And a chance to leave.


				msj
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From: tegray@phoenix.Princeton.EDU (Thomas E. Gray)
Subject: Re: by request / dan graves
Originator: news@nimaster
Organization: Princeton University
Date: Thu, 31 Dec 1992 19:00:55 GMT

In article <1hqos3INNieh@shelley.u.washington.edu> zola@hardy.u.washington.edu (riene des tournesols) writes:
>What I wrote to Dan- 
>
> dan@jonas.berkeley.edu (dan graves) writes:
>>i saw Jesus in berkeley today.
>>
>>his Eyes burned
>> atop his frail cage of Bones.
>>his Hair hung down
>> over thin Shoulders.
>>i hear those Shoulders
>> can carry the Pain of the world.
>>
>>but i don't Believe it.
>>
>>
>>dan graves
>>dan@barkley,berkeley.edu
>>
>yes! this is the one! ah!  at the time even I was sad that I had somehow
>lost it.  I had connected the images of jesus and berkeley, and for one
>reason or another I had a mental picture (the way I tend to remember things) 
>of Jesus in Berkeley, maybe walking through the fire, 
>maybe in the flames of the fire....  hmmmm.  in anycase, I didn't see this
>as a "religious poem", rather something more symbolic.  An abstract of some
>object/person that was more of a jesus-stand-in. 
>
>Over Christmas my brother and I had a dicussion about why Jesus appears in
>his (my brother Bob's) artwork so much.  It is not a specific religious 
>meaning for him, but rather an icon.
>
>-Rebecca
>
>
I very much liked Mr. Graves's poem. In my meditation on it I
especially considered religious connections, and rightly so, I
believe.  In thinking about the religious implications of the poem,  I
did not fail to be sincere in my attempt to understand Graves's poem;
it is a religious poem. 

Jesus can appear in a poem or work of art for reasons not overtly
religious, but, once there, the poem or art has religious content.
Just as one would be hard put to discuss the current government in
a conversation devoid of politics, so would his mind boggle at trying
to talk about any part of the trinity without touching upon the
religious. I leave to minds larger than mine the question of how much
religious content makes a poem a "religious poem"; my dictionary
provides no guidance in this matter.   


					-wsh
-- 
Wells S. Hansen
Classics Research
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From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: Re: The Human Profanity (C&C Welcome) / Marek
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Date: Sat, 2 Jan 1993 14:52:05 GMT

In article <1i488sINNdpk@usenet.INS.CWRU.Edu> 
ch526@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Les Jensen) writes:
>
>The Human Profanity

[a voluptuous parody (?) for putrid puritans to get off on mostly omitted]

>Intensely filthy erection minded one track destiny,
>Mental dungeon essence impious, The Human Profanity.

"Human Profanity"?  What other profanity is there?  Inhuman?  Divine?
Liquid yogurt?  Was this merely supplied to rhyme with "destiny"?... :)

				-- Marek