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Date:         Wed, 26 Aug 1992 13:05:49 KST
From:         DMetcalf%IC-LOG@WALKER-LTT.ARMY.MIL
Subject:      SORRY FOR USING THE NET (PLEASE PASS TO SONIA)
X-To:         allmusic%auvm.american.edu@vm1.nodak.edu
X-cc:         dmetcalf@Walker-LTT.Army.Mil

HEY, what're ya' TALKIN' about... of COURSE, I've no problem with ennything
ya' sed... th' host is just actin' funny... here's wot I sent ya' over the
last three days or so (AGAIN)!!!

ZZAJ





HI, Sonia

Yer message titled 'Pigs In Bluestockings' did NOT make it through... it had
MY text from yesterday, but nothing from you...

Yer subject OOPS made it thru with ALL your text... & is responded to below:

>Oops, I just messed up (this system is very clunky and if I type too fast, >and
 I usually do, I freeze things, and then I got a message that said BUS >ERROR
 (is that the Magic Bus?), and then a message that said "Mail sent"--I >hope it
 did get sent.  Rat


Not SURE how yer doin' yer input... are you typing directly in after ya' sign
on to whatever comm you're using?  SHOULD be some way to type your files using
a text editor & then do an UPLOAD... which would cut down on dropped xmits,
etc.

>You said you had some writings you could post, YESYES!!

You should already have my post of "Carryovers" by now... lemme' know yer
impressions when you've had time to absorb!

>From these initial exchanges I get the definite impression it's no holds
>barred.  I like this.

Lotz easier fer it to be that way over the nets, I think... th' flashpoint
for ME is in MEETING someone I've been speaking with this way after some
time... ya' know, wot' will they look like, wot'll "I" look like, etc.,
etc.  I like it as well; in earlier explana (& future posts), note that I'll
sometimes harp ('most to DEATH) th' issue of being 'privileged' to be OUT of
th' country (no eastcoast 'inquisition' mentalities to put up wi' o'er here)
but missing the interchanges that being there can generate!  The biggest
'danger' these days, for me, in opening up to others is that there've been
so many Jeffery Dahmers created by the neo-facist Protestant 'right', that
it's sometimes unhealthy to 'flower' until you've known the person for a
while!

>It seems that you are one of those rare filet de soles that I don't have to
 >choose on my dial which "version" of myself I'm going to be (I don't think
 >that's phony, it's just real life)--I can just "plain old be" but this is not
 >as simple and self-evi

>pair of shoes.

You must be rare yerself... er, is that 'medium' rare?  Interesting word to use
(since in the context of that which is to be devoured it's related to blood),
eh?

While I agree that the "versions" are a required idiocy in today's society, I
don't think they're "real life"... MY version (perhaps our mutual version) is
that today's "normal" society is the perversion... that "I" am living real
life... reading a fantasy/sci-fi book right now about man's penchant for
"improving" his condition - progress... & tho' I disagree with some of the
author's premises (i.e., that we can somehow 'return' to the 'good ol' daze'),
it's ALWAYS been my feeling that we're much more natural/close to the gods
in our hunter/gatherer relationship to nature than as builders/homesteaders!


(I'm KO,
you're KO)

SOO-PER phrase, Sonia... brings to mind (in relation to some of the issues of
psyche yer' bringing up) some other books (read as a part of my A.D. program -
that's 'After-the-DUI', in which I had 'mandatory' therapy) by a neo-shrink
named Jess Lair... can't remember what 'is title for the book wuz, but it
talked MOSTLY about being real... interesting side-note is that the therapy
used (in the Army program I wuz in) was 'primal scream'... VERY effective,
but only for the FEW...

>One of the many reasons I left the g-d academic world was because it was >about
 to killmy 17-year-old-wild-dancing-soul for good and I wasn't about to >have
 that happen.

YEAH!  Scoretwo on that note... AFTER primal, I went thru a 2/3 year re-eval
& (without tellin' ya' all the nauseating detail), it resulted in a divorce,
remarraige & career change... this all happened in about a year-&-1/2, so
it was QUITE scary... but I made it through WITHOUT reverting to my old
habits - some of which were VERY bad - & I've never been more sated in my
life... in fact, sometimes I don't think I really HAD a life before Kim...
my beautiful Korean wife...

Well, hope you are getting all my posts... 'tis strange (to me) INDEED that
since I've quit TRYING so hard (tho' I'm STILL as Type "A" as ever), I run
into these contacts (yourself, many other poets/artists) RIGHT when I need
it to keep me on the path to 'Manywhere'...

ZZAJ

& hook-ed she wuz... write down to th' wire, tied to the ethereal
whipping-post, unable *not* to post & be posted...

in th' clamfest, bake a snail & rope th' butter... better taste life
fer wot it IS, & be ON wi' it; all dazeweek shine like stars in my
path when I've secret codices such as these to explore & tamper wi'...

thy prime words wake the well, touch nerves long forgotten, & I find
myself CAUGHT again, in force fickle & unable to resist the temptress...

ergo... from a previous incarnation, as Captain Cappucino...



                         OLYMPIA, REMEMBERED


Painfully, in the slowness of search, chronologically creep... eyes
petalled like flowers greeting the great galactic orb...; approach
the fissured face of dawn's egg cosmic... remember that this quest
has only recently begun, and cringe at the fury of an horrendous hold...
garguntuan grasp... tantalizing tide of a seemingly insatiable addiction
(surreal's surrogate, tho' it is) for napkin-noted thot (in Michael's
Hall, nee Gnu Deli, only paces away from the pleasant panoramas of
Puget's Sound); and listen, as quietdawn brings awareness of
the boundless capacity for consciousness that we all possess when we
share in the jubilance of being...

Awake!

Minds scrape sky
Caress moonmen
As summer's night
Licks at fire tongues
Darting from
Blue morning light...

And sandman janitors
Carry bagsful
Of midnight's residue
Home to build
New castle's with
While the business
Of donning
A brand new day,
Begins...

Elevated now
To a level
Just above my pillow
I feel dawn's teeth
Nipping at
My concrete-girded frame
And rise to greet
Early-city noises
Moving through my mind...

Immersed in flow, of
Consciousness
Till time takes
Me firmly in her hold
As I rush
Up the down stairs
And slow become, the
Structure, that I am!

...full circle come, tho' lightning quick in ritual's razor-edged
hyperbolic schtick, begin to wonder...

                         UNO'S?

Will my immense
Of reticence
You quiver
By it's intense
Or strange
Rearrange
Your normal?

Mo' better zzaj, mo' latuh lady....


ZZAJ
Hi, Sonia...

Got yer letter/order today (P.M.); tapes already burned off for ya',
catalog in your s.a.s.e.^Y#0G^NI:&_&|{B^W
Qm      u^KU^PXma{*^W^YZ[8,o3_ni{vL8&& all will go out Monday, my time... which
 is Sunday
night yours!

Be lookin' forward to yer latest post!

ZZAJ
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