From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #79 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Monday, July 13 1998 Volume 01 : Number 079 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: poem ["* Jewel *" ] ET: hey guys!! ["Christie Ambert" ] ET: beauty and understanding: a babble [genben@usa.net] ET: poems from iowa [karagarbe ] ET: some for thought [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: me again ["Christie Ambert" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 11 Jul 1998 22:56:57 PDT From: "* Jewel *" Subject: ET: poem Hey angelz! I'm just luvin' all the poetry spilling out of everyone! Keep it up! Well, here's a poem I wrote a few min. ago....L8ers!!! Love Always, *~Kristen~* {{ThE aNgEl StAnDiNg By}} *~Seizing The Substance Of Night~* I want to peel you Citrus moon! Swallowing you whole In all your glory. I want to steal you Stubborn stars! Grasping you From ethereal eternity. I want to carve you Boundless sky! Cutting away At your naked existence. I want to consume you Lonely absence! Absorbing everything Holy In an era of emptiness. - -------------- L8er angels! Oh, and I'm not gonna have my comp. for 3 days cuz it's getting fixed. Can't wait to read tons of great poetry from you guys when it comes back! Write Write Write!! Send Send Send!! O:) Bye... ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 12 Jul 1998 07:41:38 -0700 From: "Christie Ambert" Subject: ET: hey guys!! so you all thought i had abandoned you guys...well you were wrong. How are you guys? I`ve been reading the digest today i have a million thing unread and im going nuts.so i guess you should know that im going anorexic again or so my doctor says they told me i have to eat more and gain some weight if not im going to keep getting sick,what a drag??plus i`ve been working a lot lately they took me to this nice restaurant as a reward for working so hard and everything. i just thought of this: remembering the future if i can change my life just one detail, the i can change the past. but never forget the future. with a word unsaid an action undone without running away form pain sometimes we get stuck. a newspaper reads a woman is murdered by her husband, she`s not really dead,just dead in her mind emotionally dead. i truely feel sorry for her for not having enough courage to see you dont need a man like that to survive think twice about the past and remember the future the dead woman the real dead woman in the newspaper could be you. so i give you my courage and my pride packup you bags and grab you babies and leave remember you can have a better future if you only remember the past and you start changing you future. my coworker she has an abusive husband,and a 2 kids i thought she was a strong person and i know before something bad happens she`s going to pack heer bags and go. any comments email me, love you all Christie the flowerchild angel Now MailCity offers forwarding so you can check your MailCity messages and other e-mail all in one place. Go to http://www.mailcity.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 12 Jul 1998 16:43:40 From: genben@usa.net Subject: ET: beauty and understanding: a babble Hey guys, Well, I was just in the shower and I had a very interesting train of thought that I felt like sharing. I was thinking about art in general, and writing in particular, and I thought about the fact that sometimes when I read the poetry of people that I know really well or, more specifically, poems that are inspired by events I am very familiar with, I am not as responsive as when I read something that I have to dig very deeply to understand. Anyway, I arrived at some conclusions, which evntually boiled down to one blanket statement that I have adopted as a theorem. So here it is. I was focusing on poetry and abstract art and I decided that the poems, paintings and sculptures, etc. that are the most appealing are the ones that need to be deciphered. The art that you have to look at longer to grasp is usually the more attractive. I think that this is for two reasons: a) because we want to understand the artist and see what they see and/or b) which is the more honest, that we want to interpret the piece ourselves and appreciate it in our own context. The same with poetry. Poems that are obvious are not particularly admired, while the abstract and original works are praised, even if they make no sense (particularly if they make no sense). I believe this is the driving force behind the move towards more abstract art over the last 150 years or so. We have gone from portraits, landscapes, sonnets, and blank verse to Picasso, Mondriaan and Ginsburg. The theorem I have derived is this: the beauty of art lies in the challenge of understanding it. That's my thought for today. Don't be surprised if that line ends up in one of my poems later on. But then, by my own rule, you guys might not like the poem as much as someone else because you'll know the story behind it. Isn't it cool the things you can think of in the shower? I mean, how profound is that, huh? Love and kisses, ben ____________________________________________________________________ Get free e-mail and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 12 Jul 1998 16:20:52 -0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) From: karagarbe Subject: ET: poems from iowa Hi Angels, I've been pretty much away from my computer for over a month because I've been out of town so much, broken up only by brief interludes back home. Since I got back last night, I've enjoyed looking back over some old issues. I'm trying to catch up on email but it's going slow! Sam, I got your response to my really old email and I'm going to write you soon. Thanks to you and to Dr. RomeAntic and Naomi for comments on my poem the chameleon -- i'm going to be writing to all of you soon (hopefully!). In the meantime, here are three poems i wrote while i was out of town. I'd love to hear thoughts any of you angels have about them. Thanks! Kara ~ the aspiring angel ~ (aka. "Kara Shelton" aura4@hotmail.com) *~*~*~* 7/4/98 sliver i thought i was stronger than that i thought i had my own fire within burhing bright enough to chase away the darkness turning night into the comfort and protector that it can no longer be i can feel the darkness reaching out to me life trying to protect its own but its silence is stifling and i do not want to crawl into bed alone 7-8-98 i sleep with the light on now to hide from those truths visible only in darkness the neon lights scream advertising my crimes on every street corner but no one stops to read them except me and the one whom i have violated who turns inward to place blame the light i keep on above my bed is my guardian angel; its flourescent glow fighting back against the neon fueling the illusion that all is forgiven 7-11-98 the emotional withdrawal hit mercilessly and without warning untangled itself from the sharpened claws of memory and called in the body for reinforcements the soul, weakened by neglect is powerless to call the mind and body back to the safe harbors of isolation *~*~*~* Thanks everyone! _____________________________________________________ "If you could give people one message, what would it be?" "Love." --Ed Kowalczyk, lead singer of Live ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 12 Jul 1998 16:21:26 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: some for thought Enjoy angulz! Sam the ? angel going for a walk in the freezing cold pounding rain the sky pours melencholy thoughts an echo from everywhere above causes a cave deep into my soul the sheets hammering into me seem to wail it seems my heart is breaking all over again sm july 11 98 ~~ peanut butter packed into a curving metal spoon held in one hand by a curious girl in cut off overalls who licks a painted thumb thoughtfully painted toe nails, too and a wide open sky fragrant flowers windchimes, and lemons complete with sunbleached hair she laughs to the breeze, and calls out to the sun her friend as coffee beans create an illusion and she wonders sm july 11 98 ~~ confusion & inner t u r m o i l as i contemplate what is falling into place u n c o n t r o l l e d destined by fate july 11 98 ~~ Fanny nails so gentle dig into your arm unspoken and through her wrinkles have seen many long years though her features are softened and her eyes flutter and glisten a shade passes over her and just for a moment a shadow overtakes her eyes and they go cold their blueness runs to ice sm july 11 98 ~~ She lies, she says, I can't break up with him She cries, she adds, I can't make up with him My blood runs red and my heart pounds only to breathe his breath He smiles, he sighs, He assures her he cares They fight, they kiss, surrounding flames shoot everywhere their hearts join there is no stopping now and the shrink will pay so much the price sm, july 11 98 "an uncertain shrink" moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 12 Jul 1998 17:56:02 -0700 From: "Christie Ambert" Subject: ET: me again hey angels, twice in a day isnt that inpressive.well anyway i was just reading my old digest and i dont understand what`s going on with you guys i wish somebody would take the time out and email me privately and explain it to me. this is something i wrote today, rose petal - ----------- a red rose starts to open suddenly is cut from it`s roots on her own it finishes blooming i am that rose but without water im dying doesnt matter how happy i made you my rose petals are dying i slowly began to die. happiness prevails. oh well im a weird individual and i just read this and thought my writting is staring to get crappy again. later Christie the flowerchild angel Now MailCity offers forwarding so you can check your MailCity messages and other e-mail all in one place. 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