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From: v131p9t3@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Ninstar Cybermage - Back Again from the Mists!)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: +==[====----Dark Star----====]==+
Date: 24 Aug 92 03:36:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
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Dark Star

In this space
This horendous space
This world of whirlpool
Chaos becoming order
Sucked to its doom
Is a Dark Star.

Light being captured.

It's force is inexorable
Hunger insatiable
Thirst unquenchable
Pulling all in
Nothing escapes
It's being gathered.

Light being held.

Darkness surrounds the center
Of the swirling pool
Into which all pools go
Into which all things pass
Coming together at a single point
'Till it reaches critical mass.

Light together birthed in rupture.

Then the explosion
As the things within
Combine and come out
In a glorious blaze
In universe of light
And new suns dawning.

Light born anew.

Have you ever been accused
Of being a user
Pulling people into your grasp
When all you wanted
Was to bring them together
To combine their selves
To better them all.

Dark Star Birthing an age of light.

When two or more gather in pieces
There find me when the violence ceases...

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From: petersm@jacobs.CS.ORST.EDU (Marguerite Petersen)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Crude Matter
Date: 31 Aug 92 22:57:08 GMT
Organization: Computer Science Outreach Services - Oregon State University

Hi All!  I am posting this poem for my 14-year old daughter as I haven't
been in the mood to write lately and I thought this poem was worthy of
notice.  I was impressed (as I often am by her) and thought you might
enjoy it.  


CRUDE MATTER

I speak now of a wonder
Which has often been cast down by the poets
They say the soul is the true being
and the body it's prison
Only in death may you find peace
I say "bah!"  to this theory
It is old and tiresome
Created long ago by those who have no
wisdom or eyes for beauty
For all they see 
when they look at the human body
is a piece of organic matter.

Mortality is a cruel joke they cry
Life on Earth is filled with sin
Only when you have passed on to heaven
will your soul be content 
and at peace.
It is true, I agree
that death is quite peaceful and tranquil
But please, I beg of you,
hear my story through
For it is a fool who sees no more
than crude matter.

It is not just a shell surrounding your soul
but a living and breathing miracle
As all things which live should be
held in respect
so should the human body.
It is beautiful and amazing
It breathes, it moves, it lives.
Look at your hands, I pray
Watch how they move
Marvel at their strength and their beauty.
And think not your soul trapped
but merely extended 
to a plain of existence
of movement, of feeling.
And remember, my friend
enjoy it for as long as you can
for mortality is always upon us.

Kirsten Petersen
July 1992

Posted by Kathleen O'Toole, Bringer of Light, who believes in the next
generation.
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Proclamations in Process: The Ten Commandments
From: loredich@miavx3.mid.muohio.edu (That one girl)
Date: 31 Aug 92 17:09:57 EST

(or, The Annotated Dominus)
 
 
Revised, 8/31/92
 
I.  Protect the environment.
 
Moses was no litterbug,
and the snacks of the Israelites
came packaged
in biodegradable wrap.
 
 
II.  Avoid birth control.
 
(It's not exactly "Thou shalt not kill,"
but it has its applications.)
 
 

III.  Preserve the family.
 
Preserve: to can, pickle, or similarly prepare
for future use.
Family preserves.
Cherry preserves.
 
 
IV.  Attend church.
 
Look, We understand.
Sunday morning, bright and early,
may not be convenient.
 
And God created cable TV.
 
 
V.  Ban pornography.
 
Mary Magdalen in blue.
Blue robes, blue movies?
(Ignore the man behind the curtain.)
Biblical skin scenes notwithstanding.
 

VI.  Enforce the death penalty.
 
Did I say "Thou shalt
not kill?"  Yes?
 
Oh.
 
 
VII.  Fight Satan.
 
Avoid the tickle of Hell's flames
on the tender soles of your young sweet feet--
Hell, where little boys can play with nail polish.
 
 
VIII.  Pursue greater spiritual understanding and knowledge.
 
Reading Dianetics doesn't count.
 
 
IX.  Heal the sick by faith alone.
 
("I will lay my hands on your laryngitic throat.
And pray.  If you believe, you'll speak tomorrow."
But all was quiet.)
 
Strong belief
and strong T-cells
can work wonders.
 
 
X.  Feed the hungry at all costs.
 
Canned food drives are always a big success.
There's always a smartass who brings
a can of Diet Coke, plants it smack
in the middle of the sliced beets,
chopped okra,
but largely, We do all right.
 
 
Enough for today.  Contradictions?
Look, We do Our best.
 
Does St. Peter's have a fax machine?




Loredich
August, 1992
From: donz@ui.org (Don Zirilli)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: void space
Date: 2 Sep 92 15:43:56 GMT
Organization: UNIX International, Parsippany, NJ

In article <7710558@hpfcso.FC.HP.COM) daq@hpfcso.FC.HP.COM (Doug Quarnstrom) writes:
)
)   Some pathetic self-reflection
)   -----------------------------

This poem (masterful, I might add) correlates to Christ's moment in
Gethsemane when he asks that his cup might pass from him.
)
)I wish the sun would reach down with 
)arms of liquid flux and fire
)to bathe me in paternal pyres,
)to touch the skin that guards my eyes, 
)to melt the pennies resting there,
)to singe the air, 
)to pinch my cheek and muss my hair.
)
)I wish I wish the moon would 
)send out and buy a gift for me,
)perhaps a little stained-glass
)picture, direct from Tiffany.
)Perhaps _A View of Oyster Bay_
)so at the end of every day,
)the moon can gaze down through
)the glass and chroma-tint my tears,
)as voidfull silence whispers
)sibilant songs into my ears.
)
)I wish I wish I wish the stars
)would gather in the sky so far 
)so far so far away, 
)and dance and sing and chant, 
)"OH my OH my OH my boy,
)you must 
)you mustn't 
)you can     
)you can't.  
)
)
)I wish the sun would touch my eyes.
)I wish the moon would would tint my tears
)I wish the stars would make it clear
)how many years.
)
)
)How many years? 


33, I would think.
)
)
)doug


-- 
nobody/not even the rain/              	/	   /      /  /    
 /   /   /     /   /   / /     /       /    /    // /    /  /         /    
/     / / /   /   /     /   / /    / /   / / /  /  /   /      /      /
   / /   /   /	/	 / /      //    /   / /     / /      / / /
From: mzaransk@ux4.cso.uiuc.edu (Marcin Zaranski)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: twtr
Date: 4 Sep 92 16:37:30 GMT
Article-I.D.: news.Bu2BIJ.EID
Organization: University of Illinois at Urbana


 twisted dry hair & dying
 stench flesh rotting
 vomitting bloob
 monsters of every kind & breed
 deteriorating into life

    Marcin Z.
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Subject: to my lover, who is uncomfortable / Marie Coffin
Reply-To: mcoffin@IASTATE.EDU (Marie Coffin)
Organization: Iowa State University
Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1992 20:09:27 GMT


	to my lover, who is uncomfortable
	----------------------------------------------------

	it would be better to back off
	to preserve a little distance
	i know it, my dear.
	but it is late in the day for that.

	it has been late since the beginning
	since i fell for you with the thrill
	of running down a steep hill on a sled.
	too soon i was at the bottom
	without taking breath to scream.
	
	i have been white-knuckled ever since.

	now i stand helpless
	with nowhere to go but up.
	i blizzard you with my wanting.
	you are impassive as the face of the earth.

	the more i want, the more you disappear.

	my dear, i would hide this if i could,
	but what would be the use?
	you have borne my worst secrets so far.
	your love may survive this onslaught too.


Marie Coffin
August 27, 1992

Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems,rec.arts.books
From: francis@oas.stanford.edu (Francis Muir)
Subject: Re: I give up...
Organization: Stanford Exploration Project
Distribution: usa
Date: Thu, 3 Sep 1992 16:58:05 GMT

Chuck Smythe (and a zillion others) writes:

	Robert Tilden writes:

		Who wrote it?

 			Ah, love, let us be true To one another! 
			&c., &c.

	Matthew Arnold.

For the bookish record it is worth remembering that Matthew Arnold (a 
Balliol Boy, like myself) was the son of Thomas Arnold, headmaster of 
Rugby and the model for *Tom Brown's Schooldays*, itself the progenitor
of the *Flashman* novels.

Matthew Arnold was Inspector of Schools in England for 35 years, and
this may have "encouraged' many of them to include *Sohrab & Rustum*
in the curriculum. I suppose we all were moved by *The Scholar Gypsy*
at a certain moment in our young lives, but I find his tribute, *Thyrsis*, 
to his friend and fellow scholar at Rugby and Balliol, Arthur Hugh Clough, 
very moving. Clough? Clough? Oh, you know, the one that Churchill quoted
in one of his wartime rations:

	Say not the struggle nought availeth...

							Fido
From: michaeln@cs.uq.oz.au (Bunweasel)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems,talk.bizarre.rabbit
Subject: Re: Villanelles?
Date: 29 Aug 92 16:45:18 GMT
Reply-To: michaeln@cs.uq.oz.au
Followup-To: rec.arts.poems
Organization: Department of Computer Science, The University of Queensland

In article 27091@leland.Stanford.EDU, jchien@leland.Stanford.EDU (Jennifer Crystal Fang-Chien) writes:
>In article <9979@uqcspe.cs.uq.oz.au> michaeln@cs.uq.oz.au writes:
>
>>> 	A-c-B/ab-c-A/ab-c-B/ab-c-A/ab-c-B/ab-c-A-B
>>
>>* Does "A" have to rhyme with "B" as in your example?
>>
>>* What is the significance of "ab", why not call it "d"?
>
>	"ab" is for "rhymes with both a & b", which necessitates
>that "A" rhymes with "B".  Ready now?  ;)
>
>Jennifer

Um. I think I might be ready. Does this count?


	A Body In Common
	----------------

A mess of events with a body in common
Down in the diary, out in truck, leaving
Packed up in boxes tidy for the woman

The note said he needed some time to examine
The cause of this anger and hurting and seething
A mess of events with a body in common

Tearing away with what strength he could summon
A stash of fond memories acquired by thieving
Packed up in boxes tidy for the woman

Leaving the highway his fate to determine
Life in his hands, deliberately weaving
A mess of events with a body in common

Running the red to cross sorrows with someone
the past is the past, and it's screeching and heaving
Packed up in boxes tidy for the woman

Face through the glass with such force and so solemn
So many pieces, no focus for grieving
A mess of events with a body in common
Packed up in boxes tidy for the woman

			-- Michael Norris
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: lugowski@ils.nwu.edu (Marek Lugowski)
Subject: Viet Nam / Wislawa Szymborska / trans: Marek+Joanna
Organization: The Institute for the Learning Sciences
Date: Tue, 1 Sep 1992 21:05:44 GMT


		Viet Nam (translation of Wietnam)
		-------------------------------------------------------------
 
		Woman, what's your name?  "Don't know."
		When were you born, where are you from?  "Don't know."
		Why did you dig that hole in the ground?  "Don't know."
		How long have you been hiding in here?  "Don't know."
		Why did you bite my ring finger?  "Don't know."
		Don't you know we won't hurt you?  "Don't know."
		Which side are you on?  "Don't know."
		It's wartime, you must choose.  "Don't know."
		Is your village still there?  "Don't know."
		Are these your children?  "Yes."
		 
		 
			Wislawa Szymborska
			Poland
		 
				translated from Polish
				by Marek Lugowski / Joanna Trzeciak
				Cincinnati, 1989
From: daq@hpfcso.FC.HP.COM (Doug Quarnstrom)
Date: Wed, 26 Aug 1992 15:49:12 GMT
Subject: Re: a touch of green
Organization: Hewlett-Packard, Fort Collins, CO, USA
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems

In rec.arts.poems, zola@hardy.u.washington.edu (Queen of the Netherlands) writes:

> 
> 
> 
> >Has Josef resurrected himself in me?
> 
> no.

He cannot resurrect himself, because he was never
actually alive.  He never existed.  He was
nothing but a pernicious, hysterical, group
hallucination.  Tap your heels together, and
recite your favorite mantra.

doug
From: vxc15931@vax1.mankato.msus.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: The individual supreme
Date: 25 Aug 92 19:00:24 GMT
Organization: Mankato State University

Alone in a world of a billion faces,
I stand with head unbowed --
Singing my song above the throng,
Above the bigoted crowd.

Loyal to no one, only to myself
And to those whom I hold so dear.
Free with an eye to see and smile
Upon Reality's sneer.

Worshipping God in my own way,
Daring to dream my dreams,
I am Me, unique and free --
The individual supreme.

                   - Jose' R. C. Cruz
                     25 Aug 1992
From: daq@hpfcso.FC.HP.COM (Doug Quarnstrom)
Date: Wed, 2 Sep 1992 05:00:12 GMT
Subject: void space
Organization: Hewlett-Packard, Fort Collins, CO, USA
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems

   Some pathetic self-reflection
   -----------------------------

I wish the sun would reach down with 
arms of liquid flux and fire
to bathe me in paternal pyres,
to touch the skin that guards my eyes, 
to melt the pennies resting there,
to singe the air, 
to pinch my cheek and muss my hair.

I wish I wish the moon would 
send out and buy a gift for me,
perhaps a little stained-glass
picture, direct from Tiffany.
Perhaps _A View of Oyster Bay_
so at the end of every day,
the moon can gaze down through
the glass and chroma-tint my tears,
as voidfull silence whispers
sibilant songs into my ears.

I wish I wish I wish the stars
would gather in the sky so far 
so far so far away, 
and dance and sing and chant, 
"OH my OH my OH my boy,
you must 
you mustn't 
you can     
you can't.  


I wish the sun would touch my eyes.
I wish the moon would would tint my tears
I wish the stars would make it clear
how many years.


How many years? 


doug
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
From: ktw@cbnewsb.cb.att.com (kenneth.t.wolman)
Subject: Reposted: Flower Song to a Woman Far Away
Organization: AT&T
Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1992 19:15:15 GMT

People may not like the poem, but at least I don't want them to think
I'm illiterate....  Thanks, Marek, for catching the "you" for yours".


FLOWER SONG TO A WOMAN FAR AWAY

I can touch you from this great distance,
feel your skin against my fingers
with tactile dreaming.
This is how I must come to you:
through the darkness of miles
and lives that hold you from my sight.
You are with me even out of mind,
breathed into my skin,
set before my eyes
in the roses on a table:
your yielding sensed in opened blossoms
reaching for the sunlight:
your skin stroked
in the petals of chrysanthemums
held against my face.
I see you in the flowers
you hold before you, hiding
your face from my distant gaze:
and make love to the distance
between us because it contains you.

Kenneth Wolman, August 27, 1992
-- 
Ken Wolman   AT&T Bell Laboratories   (201)564-2866   ktw@hlwpk.att.com
	"Stare.  It is the way to educate your eye, and more.  
	Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop.  Die knowing something.  
	You are not here long." -- Walker Evans
From: cecilw@access.isc-br.com (Cecil Williams)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: Re: this balloon
Date: 25 Aug 92 17:05:50 GMT
Organization: ISC-Bunker Ramo, Spokane, WA


 Tom writes:
>
>
>	this balloon I once had
>	well, I let it go...
>	I wonder where it went to
>	I don't know
>
>
>Tom Wachtel

once I had this balloon
and held it tight to my heart...
with a shocking sharp explosion
it was gone, to where 
I don't know


Cecil


I don't know where it went to
but it was gone 








I don't know where it went to
but it was gone 
From: daq@hpfcso.FC.HP.COM (Doug Quarnstrom)
Date: Wed, 2 Sep 1992 02:34:28 GMT
Subject: Re: a touch of green
Organization: Hewlett-Packard, Fort Collins, CO, USA
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems

In rec.arts.poems, rebecca@carson.u.washington.edu (Rebecca Lowell) writes:

> [...]
> >  This Messiah stuff is going to his head.  
>                                   ^^^
> 
> Don! Isn't this the pot calling the kettle black?  Who is dancing
> around wanting to knight everyone (with the exception of Mr. Tarantiti)
> an O'Toole, the same person who's existence (!) seems to be inseparable
> from his persona of dead fake person.  And who, incidentally is seen 
> as the most flagrant Josef-wanna-be of the bunch by many others.
> 
> Sorry, I just had to say this.  Doug seems like a decent sort of fellow-
> and I haven't noticed him writing odes about "it's not easy being Green".
> 
> dammit man.  cocktail?

Thanks oh thanks for the lovely defense.  But dear posthumous
and I are duelists who live the jab and the thrust.  We have
a go at one another now and again to stay on our toes.

This merely demonstrates that we were lovers in a previous
incarnation.

Sure he means to wound.  But I parry and riposte and it is
his blood that greets the air with a smile and a kiss.

doug

Xref: sparky rec.arts.poems:8637 rec.arts.books:15589
From: burgin@hatteras.cs.unc.edu (Robert Burgin)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems,rec.arts.books
Subject: Re: I give up...
Date: 4 Sep 92 11:36:59 GMT
Followup-To: rec.arts.poems
Distribution: usa
Organization: The University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

In article <3jln++p@lynx.unm.edu> rsquires@cyclops.eece.unm.edu (Roger Squires) writes:
>	Judging by the number of responses, I'd say that either
>	this is an incredible piece of work that everyone but myself
>	has read many times and memorized, or it is very easy to find in
>	popular quote books.  Which is it?

	It's both.  What concerns me most is not that you
	didn't know the poem, but that you couldn't find
	the quotation in as commonplace a reference tool
	as Bartlett's Familiar Quotations.  Did you try 
	looking there?  Did you think to ask a librarian?

	--rb
From: zx2j@vax5.cit.cornell.edu
Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems
Subject: A tanka.
Date: 30 Aug 92 13:33:54 EDT
Distribution: rec
Organization: Cornell University

Will stolen glances,
be construed as demeaning?
Well then, I'll subdue
My warming passion, and try
to pen a word for solace.


M. Rilee
From: shorts@CHAOS.CS.BRANDEIS.EDU ("Rafi Levavy")
Newsgroups: rec.arts.theatre
Subject: Subscribe me please
Date: 28 Aug 92 17:31:09 GMT

I realize that I am probably sending this to the wrong address, but I
don't know any other one to send it to.  Please subscribe me to this
mailing list.  Thank you very much.
					Rafi Levavy
					shorts@chaos.cs.brandeis.edu
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From: conrad@brahms.udel.edu (Jon Conrad)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.theatre
Subject: Re: Question about "The Secret Garden"
Date: 27 Aug 92 19:19:26 GMT
Organization: University of Delaware

In article <l9q5vuINNjbg@news.bbn.com> ahsiung@labs-n.bbn.com (Anita Hsiung) writes:

>At the end of TSG, when Archibald Craven says, (paraphrased) "three is
>not too many to remember, I should be able to remember three people",
>who is the third person?  I assume the first two are Mary and Colin...

Right.  And the third is himself.  Those are the three people in "his
private world."  The final image of the show is the 3 of them kneeling
together as Lily vanishes.

Jon Alan Conrad
Newsgroups: rec.arts.theatre
From: pjm6z@kelvin.seas.Virginia.EDU (Dave Lister)
Subject: Re: E! does Behind the Scenes on PHANTOM
Organization: University of Virginia
Date: Wed, 26 Aug 1992 18:10:44 GMT

I saw this E! show and it was pretty well done.  The one thing that bothered me and my friends when we saw it was the actor who plays Mr. Firmin.  I don't
know, maybe it's just me but he is just too huge, does not fit the part at all.
They showed a clip from "Notes" and he looked like a beached whale.  IMHO.

Dave Lister
lister@virginia.edu
-- 
"On the one hand we have Holly a computer with the IQ in excess of 12 thousand
 who has a total grasp of astrophysics.  On the other we have Lister, who, and
 let's be fair, is a complete and total gimp."
From: hamlet@milton.u.washington.edu (Mitch McGowan)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.theatre
Subject: Re: REVIEW: "Ladies Room" -- Play in San Francisco
Date: 1 Sep 92 18:42:58 GMT
Article-I.D.: milton.hamlet.715372978
Organization: University of Washington

I remember this playing in a small theatre in Los Angeles
a couple of years ago to rave reviews.  Ever since I have been
looking for a copy.  I thought I remembered it being published
by Samuel French, but it isn't in their catalog.

Does anyone know if "The Ladies Room" has been published, either in 
acting edition or trade paperback (or hardcover for that matter)?
I beleive the playwright's name is Robin Schift.

Thanks for the help.

--
I'll bypass that blind spot if you'll confront the fact that I operate far
above society's simplistic rules. - Splatter Phoenix
Mitch McGowan a.k.a.   | MINNESOTA NORTH STARS | KALAMAZOO WINGS  |
hamlet@u.washington.edu| VICTORIA COUGARS      | ST. KILDA SAINTS |
From: pfohl@ubvmsb.cc.buffalo.edu (Anne Pfohl)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.theatre
Subject: Re: PHANTOM
Date: 25 Aug 92 21:33:00 GMT
Organization: University at Buffalo
News-Software: VAX/VMS VNEWS 1.41

In article <BtAF2C.2F2@acsu.buffalo.edu>, mec@acsu.buffalo.edu 
	(Marie E. Copertino) writes...
>ian.evans@bville.gts.org (Ian Evans) writes:
> 
>|It's playing in Toronto right now at the Pantages theatre.  Jeff Hyslop is
>|the Phantom while Colm Wilkinson is on vacation.
> 
>	Do you know when Colm W. will be back in the role?
> 

For what it's worth, and since I have nothing to compare him to, I saw 
Phantom a few weeks ago for the first time with Jeff Hyslop in the role at 
Pantages - he was marvelous.  His acting was superb and he was vocally equal 
to the role as well.  I enjoyed him very much, as I did the entire 
production.

Anne Pfohl
pfohl@ubvms.cc.buffalo.edu
From: ahsiung@bbn.com (Anita Hsiung)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.theatre
Subject: Question about "The Secret Garden"
Date: 27 Aug 92 17:59:26 GMT
Reply-To: ahsiung@labs-n.bbn.com (Anita Hsiung)
Organization: Bolt Beranek and Newman Inc., Cambridge MA
NNTP-Posting-Host: bbn.com

I think this has been discussed already, but I don't remember the
"answer"...

At the end of TSG, when Archibald Craven says, (paraphrased) "three is
not too many to remember, I should be able to remember three people",
who is the third person?  I assume the first two are Mary and Colin...

	-- Anita --


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From: phz@cadence.com (Pete Zakel)
Subject: Re: Phantom of the Opera -- Andrew Lloyd Weber or Ken Hill ???
Organization: Cadence Design Systems
Date: Fri, 28 Aug 1992 01:22:09 GMT

In article <1992Aug19.125312.15839@dcs.glasgow.ac.uk> dam@dcs.glasgow.ac.uk (David Morning) writes:
>phantom@casbah.acns.nwu.edu (James Choi) writes:
>>How long do I have to wait for a book copyrighted 1945 to expire?
>
>50 years according to the Berne Convention, so 1995.

Not 50 years after the author's death?

-Pete Zakel
 (phz@cadence.com or ..!uunet!cadence!phz)

"Now the Lord God planted a garden East of Whittier in a place called
 Yerba Linda, and out of the ground he made to grow orange trees that
 were good for food and the fruits thereof he labeled SUNKIST..."