From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #46 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 Saturday, June 6 1998 Volume 01 : Number 046 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: hola [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: heh [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #45 [JonBoy911@aol.com] ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #45 [uranium_eagle@juno.com (Issac J Brogd] ET: Re: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #45 ["Kevin B. Pease" ] ET: RE: My piece for ANWA contest [Karen Miller ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 4 Jun 1998 21:23:53 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: hola Hey everyone, Nope, not this time, I don't have any poems for you. Not new ones anyway, so I'm not sending any at all. I just feel like this time it would be the same old, same old, feeble attempt to let out some feelings and be disappointed at the outcome. I'm kind of in one of my low modes right now and my fingers are killing me from attempting to learn Jewel songs on guitar. Just wanted to say hi for some reason, to the EDA support system. Have a nice evening~ Sam the ? angel moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 4 Jun 1998 22:25:33 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: heh Wouldn't you know that the second I said I had no inspiration, I got it. My fingers willed and my mind flowed....Reading it over I can hardly believe what I said, it's like I don't even remember writing it. Sam the ? angel SM June 4 98 I'm just lying on my soft big bedspread A blanket spread out, hands to my head The same old ongoing songs playing Every moment knowing the phone will ring A moth darts its dark wings to the pale light Pink windowshades block out the darkness of night My mind's open as I think of nothing at all Staring at piles of colorful books perched about to fall Thoughts float in like the prowling nocturnal cat But no, please, I can't think about that My legs ache to stretch, my mind restless My hair's getting old, I'm sick of this neon dress A whining fiddle plays a slow downbeat song Without knowing it my heart gently lulls along Everything is weary longing to be free The moon's fresh shine keeps calling to me I'm wanting so much and getting nothing Guitar lies in wait to play songs I can't sing The light isn't bright enough to be day Clothes litter the floor with dreams astray My fingers tell of whispers in the future to come When you'll return to hold me in a sea-glaring sun I want to shut off the singer's slow whine My arms reach for the trees yet another time The kitchen awaits with tile, lights & chairs I keep having to flip back this long sun-streaked hair I could walk to the piano which holds a key To the notes that bring voices back to me For now I lay my head on my pillow's plush The slow moving song dwindles to a hush I don't even notice drifting far off and away On a river of moonbeams sailing to another day moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 5 Jun 1998 04:02:02 EDT From: JonBoy911@aol.com Subject: ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #45 I was wondering how everyone writes their poems? I usually have a phrase, or a few words that I have in my head that I really want to use, and then the rest just flows out with it. Then I read over it the following day, and take out what I think is terrible, and put in any further details or descriptions, and then....voila! It's a Jon Hamilton original. :) Love Me, Jon PS- Jaime, I think that one was great. very deep ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 5 Jun 1998 09:49:26 -0500 From: uranium_eagle@juno.com (Issac J Brogdon) Subject: ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #45 Gawsh, everybody, I'm really sorry that I haven't been putting my two cents worth into the melting pot of your intelligence, but, well, i guess that I have no excuses. Now that I'm finally caught up with my mail (SCHOOL'S OUT, YAY!) I suppose that I can start posting again. With no further adoo, i thought that this post was a worthy thread.... I've tried doing the word/phrase thing like you Jon, but that never seems to work out. I always forget to use the word. :) Actually, though, I used to try really hard to think about one little phrase and then write a series of poems about it. I found that typically, the phrase ended up as either the first or last line, but that's besides the point. I suppose that we could make a little challenge out of this, by asking everyone to write about one topic, phrase, or word. Of course, the subject matter would have to be consistent, so we all have to agree on something...any suggestions? Personally, I like 'society' b/c it's very broad and general, but we CAN make this specific.... Anyway, I think that everyone here should go to http://www.onelist.com/ and sign up for 'the-poetry-thread' though the noise has quited down, we were just having a very intriuging debate over poetry and society...and I thought that you people could help me out, since most of you are younger than the people over there..... Lastly, I wrote a couple of poems last night, and I thought that I'd post 'em since I haven't done so recently. On the importance of the psychological affects of Brady Bunch reruns versus the physical affects of Nuclear testing half way around the world: <~~yes, that's the WHOlE title. can't those fools see what they're do to me? and my kids? i don't care if they want to ruin themselves, but what about me? then again, what makes me so special? am i so loved or revered that ANYONE should care that i care about me? maybe i'll sleep a little uneasy tonight, knowing that when i wake up, things won't be the same, don't they know that i like watching it on t.v. or reading it in 'Time' don't they know how this is going to affect me? ib3 4June98 _______ That whole poem was inspired by the argument at the-poetry-thread. I am basically on the side that is saying, "poems about individuals and their personal experiences are just as, if not more important, than poems about current happenings, that reflect the general opinion of our time." Whether you get it or not, that poem could've been about Brady Bunch reruns, or at a different time, it could've been about Nuclear testing, it just depends on how you read into it. ;) _______ The sunrise this morning was quite wonderul to watch at first when i awoke, it seemed hot and glaring through my blinds, magnified by the glass of my window after i rose, however, i found it to be most splendid and quite colourful i desired more of it this sunrise, on this morning, felt like the rekendling of an old flame, brought on by sudden return As the day wore on, the sun climbed high above me and was warm on my back the wavy lines on the road as i ran down it were quite intriguing and really rather tantalizing this highsun, on this day, felt like I had for once realized that perhaps I must restrain myself, resist temptation The sunset that followed, however, was even more beautiful, for it had endured with me the entire day to please me at night and it is she whom i truly love the sunset, on this night, felt very right. too right, in fact, and that tilled doubt in my mind, but made me love it even more. ib3 4June98 _____ _____ Put all your eggs in the one basket and-WATCH THAT BASKET. _____ ib On Fri, 5 Jun 1998 04:02:02 EDT JonBoy911@aol.com writes: > I was wondering how everyone writes their poems? I usually >have a phrase, or >a few words that I have in my head that I really want to use, and then >the >rest just flows out with it. Then I read over it the following day, >and take >out what I think is terrible, and put in any further details or >descriptions, >and then....voila! It's a Jon Hamilton original. :) >Love Me, >Jon >PS- Jaime, I think that one was great. very deep > _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 5 Jun 1998 15:58:14 -0400 From: "Kevin B. Pease" Subject: ET: Re: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #45 >> Jonboy911@aol.com writes: > I was wondering how everyone writes their poems? I usually have a phrase, or >a few words that I have in my head that I really want to use, and then the >rest just flows out with it. When I write something, I generally first see an image of some sort that intrigues me or sort of... I guess "sets something off", inside my head, for lack of a better way to describe it. I generally spend a day or two just sort of rolling the image around in my head, thinking of different ways of expressing it, until the idea sort of 'matures' in my mind, and then I write it down. I get a lot of fragments of stuff when I try to write, it doesn't always emerge as a poem, or even anything more formed than a piece of a sentence, really... but that's the way it works for me. I normally start with a sort of picture or image in my mind, let it kick around for a while up there in my head, and then put it down on paper. Kevin - ---------- Kevin Pease kbpease@boston.crosswinds.net (ICQ UIN: 3106063) http://www.wpi.edu/~kestrel "I'm all right, shot down, but I'm still standing, I'm all right, a little banged up from the fall, I'm all right, still shaky from the landing, I'm all right after all..." ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 05 Jun 1998 17:53:48 -0500 From: Mike Rusche Subject: ET: My piece for ANWA contest Hello again...this is the poem I want to send in for the ANWA contest. Please tell me what you think...with suggestions if you have them--I don't write often--in fact, this is only the 2nd piece I've written all year(and one was a rewrite)-- and I know some of you have a lot of experience and you all have a lot of talent ;) the breaker of dreams Among all who place their faith in me remains one man who will not believe he finds the black lining in each silver cloud aims darts at my heart if I start to feel proud of the things I achieve by his words I am torn this breaker of dreams yet to avoid his scorn impossible, it seems I cannot run though he hurts me I cannot run for I am he >>I was wondering how everyone writes their poems? When I sit down to write, I light some candles and mix up a drink to help clear my head of all problems and help me be more emotional. Then I write the emotions I want to convey almost as a story. If they pour out in rhyming couplets, great. If not, no concern. Then I put it away for a few days. Later, I go back and try to fit the feelings into the appropriate rhyme, meter, language and cadence. I admit it's slow, but I rarely have a piece I'm not proud of. I guess this seems a lot like how most of you write, too. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 5 Jun 1998 18:02:59 -0700 From: Karen Miller Subject: ET: RE: My piece for ANWA contest I was wondering how everyone writes their poems? When I sit down to write, I light some candles and mix up a drink to help clear my head of all problems and help me be more emotional. Then I write the emotions I want to convey almost as a story. If they pour out in rhyming couplets, great. If not, no concern. Then I put it away for a few days. Later, I go back and try to fit the feelings into the appropriate rhyme, meter, language and cadence. I admit it's slow, but I rarely have a piece I'm not proud of. I guess this seems a lot like how most of you write, too. to answer your question what i do is that it just comes to me like a begining to a story or the first line in a poem it cold be in a movie i'm watchng or i'm in Social studiea and i have this rush of ideas. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #46 *********************************