From: marek@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: Re: postcard/harvard square  -- Z / Marek
Organization: Northwestern University, Evanston Illinois.
Date: Sat, 2 Jan 1993 14:30:42 GMT

In article <1i3u4tINN89r@usenet.INS.CWRU.Edu>
bu016@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Zita Marie Evensen) writes:
>
>
>         Postcard from Harvard Square
>
>misty rain wets the sidewalks ...
;rain mists the sidewalks
>chalk pictures disappear into the water film
;chalk pix dissolve in the watery film
>on the pavement and mona lisa's rosey red smile
;and mona lisa's warm-pink smile
>takes on an ash-pink hue.
>
>a runner sprints through the graffiti-ed brick walk.
;dashing through graffitti-on-brick
>under his strides are silent messages
;a runner strides over messages
>about hating war and teaching peace,
;about hating and teaching, loving and peaceing
>of loves, lost loves, and pink floyd
;in the time of love, lost loves and pink floyd
>and "please keep the surface free of graffiti!"
;"please keep the surface free of graffiti!"
>
>nearby , a tree wears a ring
;xxx
>of flower-painted stones...
;xxx
>an investitute of royalty
;xxx
>on the square?
;xxx
>
>twanging guitars reverberate
;twang guitars reverberating
>as street singers prepare for their minstrelsy
;street singers preparing for minstrelsy
>and around the corner a talented drummer
>blends his beat with catchy rock and roll
;levens his beat into rock and roll
>as coins clink into an upturn fedora.
;as coins sporadically clink into an upturned fedora
>
>window washers admire their masterpieces
;window washers admire their own masterpieces
>of shiny spotless windows ...
;shiny shiny shininess
>their worl perfect ... evanescent
;xxx
>as the mischievous summer rain
>tiptoes on the panes.
;[also:] fingerpaints the panes.
>
>enticing aromas from eateries fill the square
;xxx
>as they cater to the palates of a palette of people .
;xxx
>they fill up the corner, 
;xxx [who, the aromas?]
>lured by the myth of harvard square.
;xxx
>tennis shoes, high heels, mocassins, birkenstocks,
>and bare feet cover the silent stone missives ...
;bare feet possess the missives on stones
>they are cobblestones again.
;the cobblestones, again.
>
>in the early evening,
>clowns and jesters, and jugglers
>transform the square into a medieval world
>of magic, trickstery, and wonderment
>as the crowd of rainbow people
>share magical, mystical moments together.
;[this is rapidly getting surreal; are you didn't ingest x at about here? :)]
>as slowly as it grew, the crowed thins ...
>tourists go home to nurse their aching feet ...
>jesters, jugglers, and troubadours
>disappear as if into a time-warp ...
>and the young intelligentsia walk back
>to the realities and ivy'd halls
>behind the wrought-iron fenced legend
>called Harvard.
[um, what about all the high school kids from Peabody, Watertown, Newton and
Brookline and all the college kids from UMass/Wellesley/BU/BC and MIT? -- none
qualify as jugglers, let alone young intelligentsia.  Most of the people in 
the restaurants are denizens of the People's Republic of Cambridge with
no connection to Hawad... The red line brings many a foot to the square.]

				-- Marek
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