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From: teshima@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu (A. Lani Teshima)
Subject: Academic tattoos
Organization: University of Hawaii
Distribution: usa
Date: Sat, 10 Oct 1992 04:12:53 GMT

Last night, to wrap up the evening newscast, the anchor bantered on
about "academic tattoos" being a new thing in universities. According
to some tattoo expert person whom I don't remember or recognize,
university students are now sporting tattoos of images of Shakespeare,
Einstein, Mozart and other notables on hidden parts of their bodies
"to avoid the scrutiny of professors and other figures of authority."
Places such as the shoulder blade, hip, and ankle below the sock line.
Has anyone heard of this new thing, or are aware of it?

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A. Lani Teshima (teshima@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.edu)       o | /_/_/ "Sea Hare"
Student, UH School of Library & Information Studies     o|<0_0>--------*
A small mind is easily filled with faith.                 \=^-| |____| | 
Blessed is a mind too small for doubt.                        \_}B   \_}B
Newsgroups: rec.arts.bodyart
From: zaphod@ctrg.rri.uwo.ca (Lance R. Bailey)
Subject: Re: Academic tattoos
Reply-To: zaphod@ctrg.rri.uwo.ca
Organization: University of Western Ontario
Distribution: na
Date: Thu, 15 Oct 1992 09:56:53 GMT

In article <1683@anagld.analytics.com> bsspeie@anagld.analytics.com (Brad S.  
Speierman) writes:
>zaphod@ctrg.rri.uwo.ca (Lance R. Bailey) writes:
>
>>perhaps because they're weiner frat-boys who want to be "oh so trendy and
>>cool" but don't want to get into trouble.
>
>Ahhh!  Frat-boys and tattoos!  Let me preface this by saying I have 
>nothing against people in frats.  I have some real good friends who
>have been in frats and went to some great parties at frat houses.
>
>Now on to the story!...

that reminds me of the story Joker Joe told me of a time 6 PLASTERED frat-boys
woke him up at 3:00 am in his apartment. burst their way in an refused to leave
without a 1" Tas (tasmanian devil) on their shoulder. joe's not keen on doing
drunks, but i don't think he had a big choice here. so he said "IF YOU WAKE
ME UP AT THIS HOUR, EACH OF THOSE IS COSTING 125 DOLLARS" 

they bought it. 800 dollars for 2 hours work.
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Lance R. Bailey  System/Network Manager         Robarts Research Institute
     NeXT/email: zaphod@ctrg.rri.uwo.ca    box: Clinical Trials Resources Group
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Probability: If you have five dogs, three will be asleep.
From: russw@cs.utexas.edu (Russ Williams)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.bodyart
Subject: temporary piercing question
Date: 14 Oct 1992 17:58:44 -0500
Organization: Great Northern Hotel
NNTP-Posting-Host: cs.utexas.edu

Hi folks,
I'm looking for advice and thoughts on temporary piercings.  If you
pierce an ear lobe or nipple and wear a ring for about 12 hours, are
there likely to be any infections to worry about (assuming everything's
been sterilized first)?  I'm mulling this over for Halloween, but don't
want to end up crusty and oozy (even though that might be appropriate
for Halloween :-).  The actual process of piercing is no problem, I've
done it before, just never left it in for long.

thanks for any ideas or experiences,
R
From: braunste@fjord.ATMOS.ColoState.Edu (lance the braunstein)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.bodyart
Subject: Re: where to get tattoo?
Date: 12 Oct 92 16:57:18 GMT
Organization: Colorado State University, Fort Collins, CO  80523

(lot's of sensitive and nurturing advice deleted)

> [there, Lance, was that better?]
> 
> 
> -- 
> Ray Shea                       Practice random cruelty 
> UniSQL, Inc.                   and senseless acts of violence.
> unisql!ray@cs.utexas.edu       
> DoD #0372, '88 Hawk NT650	

jus' dandy, ray.

steam
From: ccat@netcom.com (Chris Beaumont)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.bodyart
Subject: Blacklight tattoos?!
Date: 15 Oct 92 18:35:19 GMT
Organization: Netcom - Online Communication Services  (408 241-9760 guest)

A friend of mine was mentioning that she had just gotten a tattoo
that was only visible under blacklight.
I hav'nt ever heard of this..does anyone have any more information
whether these tats are SAFE!?
Or where they can be gotten, what they look like..
(I live in SF,CA.)
-Chris.

please reply via email..don't read this group regularly..



-- 
--
Chris Beaumont   "Zero gravity will supply man with an entirely new kind of
POB 170156              erotica...and it's about time." 
SF,CA 94117                       Arthur C. Clarke
From: lmn52210@uxa.cso.uiuc.edu (Ramona)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.bodyart
Subject: Re: I just saw Mr. Lifto!
Date: 15 Oct 92 18:46:22 GMT
Article-I.D.: news.Bw6EtC.A9K
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana

Mr. Lifto was cool, but did you see the Slug?  Oooooh, did I have
my panties in a bunch over him!  What a doll.  Not only did he
have both lobes pierced several times (a fetish of mine), but in
his right ear he had a tragus pierce.  When he was waiting to be 
fed the insects, etc., he was playing with a tiny barbell in his
tongue, sliding it between his teeth.  It was all I could do to 
get his autograph.  A side note, when I asked my friends if they
saw his tragus pierce, they asked me what it was.  When I told 
them, they asked me where I learned what it's called, I told them
rec.arts.bodyart!  Also, my friend Missy got the Torture King to 
sign her arm and near her cleavage, she said he was very nice 
about it. 


						  Ramona
Newsgroups: rec.arts.bodyart
Subject: Academic tattoos
From: dave.williams@chaos.lrk.ar.us (Dave Williams) 
Date: 11 Oct 92 15:25:00 GMT
Reply-To: dave.williams@chaos.lrk.ar.us (Dave Williams) 
Distribution: world
Organization: The Courts of Chaos * 501-985-0059 * Public Access Usenet


-> Last night, to wrap up the evening newscast, the anchor bantered on
-> about "academic tattoos" being a new thing in universities.

 I'd believe that.


-> "to avoid the scrutiny of professors and other figures of authority."
-> Places such as the shoulder blade, hip, and ankle below the sock

 On the other hand, I can't imagine anyone with a new tattoo being
concerned what school "authority" thought of it.
From: tim@research.nj.nec.com (Tim Van Der Avoird)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Poem: BABY
Summary: poem
Keywords: poem
Date: 8 Oct 92 23:04:19 GMT
Article-I.D.: research.1992Oct8.230419.3059
Organization: NEC Research Institute
Originator: tim@mercury


BABY


starry-fold baby -- shivering in my hands
all bad sinners many years ahead
you are grinning for my innocence
little i knew in my life about

holding a breathing mayfly for
a second, thinking i was older
your touch like a tissue gliding
on a platform for artillery

show me where you took that life
buried in your tiny body
where i go wrong, just follow,
my time will dig your railroad


Tim
8 oktober 1992
 


-- 
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Tim van der Avoird	       `The "brief quotation" is often some kind of 
NEC Research Institute, Inc.    disclaimer, stating that the autohor's  
Princeton, NJ, USA	        opinions aren't the views of his employer.'
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Untitled
From: vxc15931@vax1.mankato.msus.edu
Date: 12 Oct 92 09:48:21 -0600
Organization: Mankato State University

                Untitled.


        I dance a lonely dance
        Before a twisted tree,
        Watching the sunset passing by --
        A lovely sight to see

        No music breaks the silence
        Throughout my repetoire'.
        No audience stands applauding
        To my unleashed fire.

        And as I sway unminding
        The crisp and biting air,
        My empty eyes they give the sky
        A kind and empty stare.

        No more the world will trouble
        These ears with utter lies.
        A better world awaits for me,
        A kinder paradise.

        I dance a lonely dance
        With the rope around my neck.
        My body swayed by the gentle wind.
        The madness held in check.

                        - J.Cruz
                          12 October 1992
From: mccullou@cae.wisc.edu (Mark McCullough)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Autumn
Date: 10 Oct 92 04:27:25 GMT
Organization: U of Wisconsin-Madison College of Engineering

After all the responses I got to where to publish, I thought I might
try and post a few of my works.  C&C welcome.

The Herald of Autumn

A single note clear and pure,
It breaks through the the silence and dark.
Nothing untouched does it leave
Until it falls away to nothingness.
The sound has had its say,
Like a herald's trumpet and proclamation,
The day is done for life.
Time it is to mourn the dead,.
To say the prayers,
To feel the cold.
The cold coming as a harbringer--
Death comes!  Make way for it!
Clear its path and clean its refuse,
What it has left behind.
A chorus of sound has come,
Each note falling like the first,
Only to bring forth more notes--
A full symphony now plays.
No random sounds are these,
But the practiced chords of music,
Where expression is all.
Until the last note comes down,
Once more touching the ground,
Like the first, asking to be cleared.
It is the refuse of death.
Strange that a thing of such beauty,
Can signal the end.

:)M^2
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From:  (Gretchen Regensburger)
Subject: untitled
Followup-To: rec.arts.poems
Organization: Bowling Green State University
              
Date: Thu, 15 Oct 1992 14:50:33 GMT

The open tears of his salted pain reincarnated in their nocternal demons
Cain's betrayal initiated through the spector of the corspe
The fatal blow silenced his vessel but not his essence
Justice prevails, Innocence dies
On bended knee and bended soul, they are covered in a veil of white
Harps lead them to peaceful slumber and carry them away on feathered wings
Whimsically floating, the deadly plumet brought on by the fire's artic breath              
           strips the facade
Justice prevails, Innonce dies
From: wnoe@en.ecn.purdue.edu (Poodle Noe)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Only the Evergreen
Date: 16 Oct 92 21:13:58 GMT
Organization: Purdue University Engineering Computer Network

Sitting outside, watching the trees sway in the chilling breeze, inspired
me to write the first poem I've liked in a long time...  As always, comments,
constructive criticisms and donations gladly accepted.


		_Only the Evergreen_

Leaves _change_
To hues imaginable only by nature.

	The evergreen stands
	Fast against the seasons.

Leaves _die_
To please the creator.

	The evergreen endures
	Resisting the demands of death.

Leaves _scatter_
Victims of the wind.

	The evergreen sways
	In harmony with the breezes.

Leaves _change_.
Leaves _die_.
Leaves _scatter_.

Only the evergreen endures.

						(C) 1992 W.A. Noe

-- 
wnoe@ecn.purdue.edu
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"People don't want to be healed.  They want a nice juicy wound that will show
well when they put neon lights around it."		--Kenneth Patchen
From: wachtel@canon.co.uk (Tom Wachtel)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: so it's dark and
Date: 9 Oct 92 19:54:06 GMT
Reply-To: wachtel@canon.co.uk
Organization: Canon Research Centre Europe Ltd


	so it's dark and I scent you
	and it's your apparent being
	close to mine
	that makes me all unspoken
	speaking gestures dance
	and touch this touch to touch entwining
	earthy tendrils fruitly into vine
	your darkly scented wine


-- 

Tom Wachtel (wachtel@canon.co.uk)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: steele@aem.umn.edu (Stephanie Steele)
Subject: sheldon
Summary: sheldon
Keywords: sheldon
Organization: University of Minnesota
Date: Tue, 13 Oct 1992 15:49:51 GMT



in key west
you were trapped
by storm
on some tiny isle
stepping on sand dollars
as round and white
as the moon you couldn't see

your body a slightly
broken curve
under the tilted boat
fits of blue
illumination
drew you out
into the slipping dusk
jumbled with rain
hot wind

you said you tried
to build a fire
groped
through wet mangrove
slender bones of drift
but fifty scorpions
skittered like tiny
ghosts unleashed
over blue sand
your bare feet

lightening split
just beyond the black
swell of the disappeared
lashing out
against the cusp
of faltering sky

later we laughed
now mom would never
let dad sail
us out to the tartugas

i still
want to remember
you as the survivor
of storms

sls
--

=======================================================================
			   Stephanie Steele
			steele@chip.aem.umn.edu
From: bob@netxcom.netx.com (Robert Thralls)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: UNITORTELLO
Date: 16 Oct 92 16:33:00 GMT
Organization: NetExpress Inc., Vienna, VA, USA


unitortello

	We lived upon the wild berries growing on the island
	Years past and we ran and played
	But when the children came, somehow this was nolonger enough
	You sought the unicorn of our childhood dreams
	Day after day returning with treasures from abroad
	But never the Unicorn.

	One morning, I lay upon you and noticed that you were
	No longer the same.
	You had become those treasures from the other side of island
	Where coconut comes from.
	You were fat.
	Laying upon your back, unable or not wanting to get out of bed
	When the children came searching for direction in twilight.
	They called you tortoise and it was fun for awhile
	Though I cried when they made your belly shake
	I cried then for the life without geletin
	I cried then for the life without a real unicorn

	I will cry again and again until this beast 
	Brings you back to us.
	Come, show me those hills we know so well
	The children, like the berries, grow
	The children will make them new to you
	Again and again.

	My little snapper, remove your horn
	Come out of your shell and see for yourself
	twilight is upon us once more
	the unicorn in your dreams becomes 
	the night mare in mine

	"No more jello for you, my sweet"

Arnica Montana
From: ieeug470@Eagle.oscs.montana.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: *UNTITLED*  ---by Morbid :)
Date: 14 Oct 92 21:36:40 GMT
Article-I.D.: Eagle.00962156.861C3CE0
Reply-To: ieeug470@Eagle.oscs.montana.edu
Organization: MSU


c/c/title wanted/appreciated/needed


Did you ever wonder why the sky was blue
And not some irredescent shade of pink?
Or why the earth, floating through space,
Does not sprout  wings and fly away?
Why doesn't time ever seem enough
And why does life go so slow?
Feelings, feelings, feelings.
Why do they come?
Why do they go?
Why do they find one
To try and  hold?
Or does the lighting cause you to  fail
In you bid for that  reprogrammed model
The one without the human defects?
Look at me and tell me please,
Am I defective?




--------------------------------
We are all toast in the dryer. | 
--------------------------------
           MORBID...!

(Somehow the Mike got left out).
From: muller@wagner.llnl.gov (John Muller (works with Tom DeBoni))
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: A WALK THROUGH THE PARK
Date: 8 Oct 92 19:50:43 GMT
Organization: Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory

A WALK THROUGH THE PARK
-----------------------
9/11/92

Last night, I step into the night.
I COULDN'T SEE A THING.

Last night, I wasn't all so right.
I COULDN'T FEEL NO PAIN.

Thats when, I knew just what to do.
STAB YOU IN THE BRAIN.

The terror.
It came from up above.
IT FELL JUST LIKE THE RAIN.

No pain.
No pain with a gain.
The thrill.
The thrill of killing you.
RUSHED RIGHT THROUGH MY BRAIN.

So stop.
Telling me what to do.
I AM NOT INSANE.
I AM NOT INSANE.

TERROR - PAIN - I AM NOT INSANE.
TERROR - PAIN - I AM NOT INSANE.
TERROR - PAIN - I AM NOT INSANE.

JSM

muller@wagner.llnl.gov
From: morej@augustana.ab.ca
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: love ? by a child
Date: 13 Oct 92 11:32:27 MDT
Organization: Augustana University College, Camrose, aAlberta

La di da di da di do,
I think i had better go.
La di da di da di done,
Kissing you is lots of fun. 

La di da di da di dye,
I can spy you with my eye.
La di da di da di dove,
God it's fun to be in love.
From: gschlesi@scott.skidmore.edu (gabriel schlesinger)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: My favorite one
Date: 16 Oct 92 04:48:54 GMT
Article-I.D.: scott.1992Oct16.044854.10361
Organization: Skidmore College, Saratoga Springs NY

I've been saving this one up but as I drift farther and farther away
up the screens I have to put something up, eh?  My apologies to Tracy
(bunny) who posted just before this.  No connection whatsoever.


Untitled

A veritable
cute and fuzzy bunny of a girl,
with a pink polo shirt,
and a Detroit accent.
As subtle as a brick
grinding my brains 
into the sidewalk.
Yet, watch her tiptoe
around the graves,
and stab you in the back.
Then when confronted,
all she holds in her hands
is a strawberry.

And in my hands,
I held my heart,
still pumping and bleeding.
I licked the blood,
and hungered
for that which was lost.

And all is lost,
as our fingers lose their grip
and we go hurtling
into the voids of each other.
A dance in the dark,
a dance with love.
In the light,
all we see is hate,
it crushes our toes,
and the music stops.

My head returns,
perhaps too late,
and I look to her face.
She smiles,
for the last time,
then leaves.

Alone,
her hate
and her void
gone.
I sit down
and cry.
Not because I loved her,
but because I didn't.


				-Gabriel Schlesinger (1991)

Comments.  Questions.  I'd love to hear how you all analyze this (I've
heard a dozen ways already and it always amuses me).  Cheers.-Gabe
From: ariel_s@west.darkside.com (Ariel S)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: karen
Date: 11 Oct 92 19:22:57 GMT
Organization: The Dark Side of the Moon +1 408 245 SPAM


For Karen
---------

Doesn't he understand 
what it is
to need a friend in the dark, 
in the night?  Someone...
to wrap you in his love 
for a moment, an instant, a heartbeat...
that lasts through the night, and follows
into the light;
while in the darkness,
the soft beat of his chest, is the fire
that keeps out the cold, the night, 
the long night of adolescence, of life,
of loneliness...

Doesn't he understand 
what it is
to be a woman, a girl,
raised weak, required strong, told chaste,
walking alone in the cold, the world,
along the long journey,
with indecision -- the future -- 
always at your back, your front --
to have Everything stretched before you, 
behind you,
like a trembling tightrope 
you must walk.

Doesn't he understand
what it is
to need the hand of a friend
to touch you in the dark,
to wipe the salt ice 
from your cheek,
to ease the fire from your body, 
and the ache, the fear...the cold.
 
The fire, the ice, the ache... the joy:
the sharing
for a moment, in the dark -- as held close, 
for the moment, entertwined,  
you rest protected
beside the fire 
of his heart.

And in the morning...
to wake free --
not alone, but free,
unpossessed -- renewed, strong,
with no stranglehold upon your heart, 
your life... your throat -- free...
with only his smile, following you into the light, 
the smile... of a friend,
a piece of sunshine in your pocket, 
as you walk on
into tomorrow.
     
     8/22/92
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: msluyter@ponder.csci.unt.edu (Michael Sluyter)
Subject: While Cleaning the Apartment...
Organization: University of North Texas
Date: Fri, 16 Oct 1992 18:45:00 GMT


This is still in rough draft form.  The shifts are abrupt and there are some
other problems as well.... but what the hell...                              


WHILE CLEANING THE APARTMENT

found today: a thin strand, black and straight,
and suddenly I was at the lake that night,
though now your hair was wet and moon glossed.
Bangs danced about your face   
as we made love in the water.

Death should be
a grinning skull, scythe, flowing robes,
and perhaps even a black steed
snorting flames.
But I have seen the face of Death, and
she wears a scraggly beard.  Her eyes
are frosted; skin like crepe paper:
ripped by the touch.
Her face melted slowly, 
leaving only a grimace.
Day after day I drew her blood,
hoping always that the room would
be empty.  Did she even know of
her soft descent?

In death the rose burns with a crimson flame.
But we have no graceful sunset, my love.
The lake grows cold.  The strand    
is already in fragments, and I have nothing left
but my own unanswered letters.
From: csquared@coos.dartmouth.edu (C Squared)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Instinct
Date: 12 Oct 92 01:57:47 GMT
Organization: Dartmouth College, Hanover, NH
Originator: csquared@coos.dartmouth.edu

I'd love comments on this one....


		INSTINCT


Walk into the living room of an anteater.
What do you see?  I see
A neatly kept bed and a collection
Of worn out lightswitches.  The rug
Is made of woven telephone wire.  Bricks
Hang from the ceiling in arrays
Of purple and sky blue pink lights.

Anteater is out on a hunt for big game,
Fire ants, and he will not be home
For some time now.  His path winds
Through the ocean and into a field
Covered with overdue collection notices.
Hovering above a mountain made of macaroni,
He continues his quest for hors d'oervres.

Mixed in amongst the halogen
Shower curtains and the adjustable
Can fasteners, there is a carcinogenic
Automatically screaming shutter.
Yet I feel it is safe to curl
Up in this cozy abode for the duration
Of life everlasting.

						C Squared

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From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: Re:  PLEASE READ THIS!!!
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Date: Thu, 15 Oct 1992 00:17:09 GMT

In article <1992Oct14.164501.860@altair.selu.edu> pasc1961@altair.selu.edu writes:
>
>
>
>
>	I need help with an interpretation of William Carlos Williams' "The Red
>Wheel Barrow".  I would like to hear other impressions on the form, rhetoric,
>imagery, and meaning as well as personal responses on the value and excellence
>of this work.  I apologize for not having a copy of the poem to post as it is
>very brief and would not take long to read.  If you are familiar with this     
>work, I would very much appreciate a reply.  Please send replies directly to
>me.  Thank you for your help. 
> 					Christopher K. Gilbert
> 					pasc1961@altair.selu.edu
> 
> 

Are you going to tell your teach that your homework was written by your 
net.helpers? :)  Or, are you going to give us credit in your paper? :)
Or should we just write to him / her directly and offer to help the rest
of the class as well? :)

				-- Marek

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From: steele@aem.umn.edu (Stephanie Steele)
Subject: messin' around
Summary: messin' around
Keywords: messin' around
Organization: University of Minnesota
Date: Fri, 16 Oct 1992 15:46:07 GMT



last night, it smelt like my mother had been in my house,
and then i had to ask myself what
does it smell like when my mother has been in my house,
like the six o'clock news or scotch and water (the sound the
ice makes against the glass)?
like 12 years old and rubbing lipstick off a cheek?
like slapping a face
hard?
what does it smell like when my mother has been in my house,
like fingers working or writing sad letters?
like martinis (with no olives) or having something on the tip of your tongue?
what does it smell like when my mother has been in my house,
what does it smell like when my mother has been in my house,
like yahtzee or groping for the light switch or getting that red ring
around the bottle at the state fair?

sls
--

=======================================================================
			   Stephanie Steele
			steele@chip.aem.umn.edu