From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #269 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, September 20 1999 Volume 02 : Number 269 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: Hey again... [An Everyday Angel ] ET: just a few thoughts on writing :P ["Robert A. Peate" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 19 Sep 1999 01:07:10 -0800 From: An Everyday Angel Subject: ET: Hey again... Hello! Here's another few poems...not necessarily good or bad, I guess. Thanks for the comments when I've written before - they make this kids day:) UNTITLED Such pitted shame with boundless hours of observant eye and embraced light I've faltered thanks, no less, to my own tripping foot with every one step forward there's two more chances the me I had left behind was actually waiting ahead destined to look in my eyes with a hurricane's fury and its victims daze to tell me, "better luck next time". * ANNOYANCE To feel so utterly alone... that even your breath violates * UNTITLED the sensual nape of sin has never looked so good as it does in your eyes fingers calling me your hair aroma soothing me your smile red tongue comforting me and your breath begging the question, "why not?" and yielding the answer "my hands have known of you" That'd be all. Thanks if you read them! Have a good evening...or morning...or afternoon. Everything Is Gonna Be Alright, Nik - an Aspiring Angel ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 19 Sep 1999 17:22:25 -0400 From: "Robert A. Peate" Subject: ET: just a few thoughts on writing :P from various sources: "so is a word better than a gift." - --*the wisdom of jesus, son of sirach*, or *ecclesiasticus*, 1:2. "painting is silent poetry, and poetry painting that speaks." - --simonides (c. 556-468 b.c.), quoted in plutarch's *de gloria atheniensium*, iii, 346 "words are the physicians of a mind diseased." - --aeschylus (525-456 b.c.), *prometheus bound*, line 378 "poetry is something more philosophic and of graver import than history, since its statements are of the nature of universals, whereas those of history are singulars." - --aristotle (384-322 b.c.) *poetics*, ch. 9 "storytelling happens because the storyteller's own experience of men and things, whether for good or ill--not only what has passed through himself, but even events which he has only witnessed or been told of--has moved him to an emotion so passionate that he can no longer keep it shut up in his heart." - --murasaki shikibu (c. 978--c. 1031), *the tale of genji* and, of course, my favourite: "i believe the written word has always been my true voice." - --tara stevens (1977-present), letter to ms. l. cunningham, march 18, 1998. *the collected letters of tara stevens* (1999) ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 19 Sep 1999 23:04:23 -0400 (EDT) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: The djinni and the jar(poem) Ok...This poem I wrote about all these girls that have been making me feel horrible and lose faith in the female gender this weekend. This is in no way related to anyone receiving this email...I'm not cruel...(I can be cruel as Tori Amos sings but I'm not)..Anyhow, here it is...comments are much appreciated. Nicole, I'd appreciate if you do not include this in Section 8 :) Thanks :o) -Seth - ----------------------- The djinni and the jar by Seth D. Fulmer 9/19/99 I hate your guts You make me so sick In search of a goddess I ran into a djinni I asked for pure happiness I asked for true love But instead of what I asked You gave me a big jar Inside this big jar was only a single note It said don't believe in women They're never who you think they are When I asked the good djinni what the note really meant He dissappeared in a cloud of smoke as he said "you'll be had" I went around the world from one town to the next I met woman after woman and finally I met her She was so fine and true to her word and her smile Who'd have thought that she was married and with children I sucked up my pride and continued with my life I scaled the mountains and valleys of love Another day in the future I found myself my bride my wedding day came forth and she died of an ulcer What luck! What a joke! That damn djinni was right no woman can be trusted It can only lead to sorrow. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #269 **********************************