From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #89 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 Tuesday, July 21 1998 Volume 01 : Number 089 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: My views on professional wrestling [JonBoy911@aol.com] ET: taking a break... [Michael Regev ] ET: WHAT THE PEEP! ["Dr RomeAntic" ] ET: REPOST! Applaudings (work in digests 71-85) ["Dr RomeAntic" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 21 Jul 1998 02:09:16 EDT From: JonBoy911@aol.com Subject: ET: My views on professional wrestling Ok, so this post has nothing to do with professional wrestling, who cares?!!? I probably lost half of you with just the title. OH WELL!!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 3:02 AM.....by Jon Hamilton ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She doesn't think it would have made a difference, But is she hiding the truth? Maybe I am the only one that has the key, Today was was worse than yesterday, and tomarrow may never come, Our love is or was a forbidden one, One heart stretched across enemy lines and ripped into two, And apparently you stashed it away in a lonely place where I have been kept for years, Why am I destined to be fuddled by you? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the end ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 21 Jul 1998 10:58:07 +0300 (IDT) From: Michael Regev Subject: ET: taking a break... Well, my friends, summer is upon us, and what with me on semester break and no more exams, and access to the internet via the university only, I won't be here to read mail, lurk on the list, and generally be my old self, I bid you all and fond adieu ;) In the words of Wyclef Jean (sp?): I'll be gone till November. 42, Tuff - TIE ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 21 Jul 1998 16:30:56 CEST From: "Dr RomeAntic" Subject: ET: WHAT THE PEEP! That last post of mine got cut off at 1/3... WHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! Everything is going wrong here--- I can't send e-mail through my Netscape Messenger and I haven't received a single one in so long... i think they are being destroyed... so I send the last post out though hotmail and it got cutoff... I'll try again... i the next! - -- Have fun and stay beautiful Dr. RomeAntic, an angel with the worst stroke of luck "and you may go, but I know you won't leave too many years built into memories your life is not your own who am I to need you now to ask you why to tell you no to deserve your love and sympathy you were never meant to belong to me who am I to you? along the way I lost my faith and as you were, you'll be again to mold like clay, to break like dirt to tear me up in your sympathy you were never meant to belong to me" The Smashing Pumpkins/Crestfallen/Adore Catch Dr. RomeAntic's cyber image @ http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Metro/2009 ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 21 Jul 1998 16:33:13 CEST From: "Dr RomeAntic" Subject: ET: REPOST! Applaudings (work in digests 71-85) Hi Angels... or should I say Hi Angulz! As our ? angel so cutly(?) put it :)) Ok so what... what... c'mon guys stop staring at me... stop reading... c'mon... not infront of my MOTHER!! :)) *lol* Sorry, just kidding around! *LMAO* Anyways... how are ya all... Hey Sam! 'sup? Thank you for the praise... and since you asked I'll try to deliver more of that... but it's hard to do such good work... I don't write that often anymore... and when I do... I have something on my mind that I feel how to say... and in the case of Call Me Winter I succeeded in bringing that out. Oh, well I'm building up another wave... and when it hits the shore I'll let yall know. Ok I'm lying... I have something on my mind all of the time... but I'm too lazy to sit down and write! There it goes I've said it! :)) And while I'm at this... thank you Jaime... see you stil kept your wit even though you spent so much time in CA. tsk tsk tsk *lol* Oh oh oh... Kara... thank you so much... *sarcastic disgusted voice*... "he can pretend to be a movie star" *piercing stare*... Well denying that I pretended to be a movie star or at least fantasised or that I will again is absurd... but pretending to be Mira Sorvino... uhmmm... uhmm... uhm................... hmmmmmmm.... mmmmmmmmm.... hmmmmmmm.... uhmmmmm... ???????... !!!!!!!!!!!!... !?"?!?":............&%"=!#/%$#.. ahhhhhhh.... uhmmmmm... uhmmmmmm.... . . . . . . . . . . . . . uhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm........... Don't you think that's just "a tiny weeny bit" too much of a stretch... Let's see.... we got ME... and then we have Mira Sorvino.... Me - Mira... uhmmm ME... Mira... Uhmm... Stupid dumb ass losing his hair loser : beautiful blonde with Ph.D. who speaks Mandarine Chinese like it was her first.... Don't you think it's a little bit toooooooo much....... I was just being sarcastic that time I mentioned that... and besides it's spelled Romy... SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESH!!!! *LOL* OK enough screwing around... WHAT???????? What you say?????? So what!!!... I used a condom... shoot me! Let's see.... or shall we say letzzee! *lol* Sam you're such an inspiration... and what can I say I'm such a copycat! Oh and of course last but certainly not least Naomi. Thank you girl... it is nough said... I hope you know I enjoy all your posts and it doesn't make much sense to me to tell you that after every single one cause there's always least one (of the usualy tree that you post) that hits home with this guy sitting here on this chair below me... So today I'll start with you.... Yes since people "kinda" replied nicely to my first poem-praising I thought I'll do it again with a few poems that I enjoyed the most during last couple of weeks... but also since I posted that... the amount of poems posted to this list has more than doubled... now I'd like to think I had something to do with that... but even though that is very unlikly just let me enjoy my own fantasy... praise myself for once! *lol* K here we go! Applaudings by Dr. RomeAntic (Doc, Rome, Romie [that's IE Kara not Y *LOL*], whatever) Applaudings this time go to: (remember below mentioned works are just those the-best IN MY OPINION, which does not mean the rest is crap... but that either they didn't get through to me... or I didn't think they were as good as these below) "Naomi" for a ton and a half of heart-shattering poetry! "bea" for the one starting "So I check again" OK so the irony sarcasm and cruelness of life somtimes just don't end. And one thing leads to another making it worse and worse... and the light at the end of the tunnel is the truck driving on your lane!!! "jill" for "a copy" and the one starting "i sleep with the light on now" "a copy": The author here explains the importance of uniqueness in each of our own individualities. Because if we don't have ourself as something that is not like everything else we might get lost and uncertain... while others might confuse us for something else... and thus replace us for something else without losing anything... and the worst of all is that we end up battling for something we think we should be but can't when we already are everthing that makes us ... us! "Christe" for "rose petal" This is a great poem in which I really don't understand the meaning of the last line and why it is placed there - I think it's redundant or wrong... but if author can explain it to me I'll take it back! But all in all this is about... (I think I just got the last line's meaning)... how one disaster in our life doesn't mean the end of the world and that we can live on, however something is missing and without finding something to substitute that loss with we are living without what is most important to us and thus life on it's own is losing its meaning and we are spiritaully dying... and here comes what I think the last line is for - happiness is still the most important thing that makes our life livable... so we all must find our own! "Kerry*jo*" for "My Broken Way Of Life" This would be something in between bea's and Christie's poem... basically just how hard the life can get when everthing is going wrong and the virtual impossiblity of breaking free, of being stronger than pain and fight back with all you've got... in the end we get to blaming ourselves and things get even worse... "Kara" for "blossom" We know how blossoms are fragile and how rough weather can destroy them and thus killing the future life... if the blossom is something that holds the bud of our future life than we better sheild and protect it with everything we got and asure it that its safe where you are!! This poem so reminds me of one of mine with the same title and I will post it to the list in one of my next posts cause it's really long! "Jamie" for "I Follow You" The most beautiful poem in this period. Wondurful use of words and images that paint the feelings of finding and being with somebody who makes you be more than you are on your own... of intertwining thoughts, bodies and words that usually need not even be spoken. Falling in love with everything that in any way represents that special person simply scars us for life and thus making them present forever and understanding them... you just follow... the body, the thoughts, the spirit...! which leaves us with the two most productive angel poets... "Sam" for "Yellow Petals Fall" the one starting "you hold me" and "the lady of shalott still continues" "the lady of shalott still continues": Possibly the most vivid poem of all of these, with the dark, sad motives all over... projecting the dying of beauty and life... and everything because one lost hope and gave up trying to improve her position in life, just letting the events and "fate" take her away... and again last but certainly not least: "Naomi" for "you", "#14", "boy", "imagine", "someone", "#21", for the one starting "searching for myself", "will you", for the one starting "can someone cease to exist" and "let me" I can't decide which poem to pick as the best... so I'll just say that "you" is largely something i could've written :\ and say a few words about "14": There are many kinds of unlucky people... two of which being the ones that get hurt so cruelly that their entire life is marked by that experience, and the ones that try to get through to the first kind and actually ARE the right one and because of strong defences they haven't got a chance... and with that the first ones are double unlucky... cause they usually don't even realize that they missed on that true happiness! The author seems to be in the first kind and myself among those in the second group! :( other songs are great as well, but the limit is one cause then I'd be writing a whole week! And you thought I would leave you out! :) Ok! That's bout it.... If I offended anybody in any way in this entire post... i apologize... it was either a joke or my opinion (cause what do I know, right?)... see ya soon! P.S. Kara I wrote ALL of this before I got your e-mail so something is already cleared out... but what ta hell, I'll leave it be! :)) - -- Have fun and stay beautiful Dr. RomeAntic, an angel with the worst stroke of luck "and you may go, but I know you won't leave too many years built into memories your life is not your own who am I to need you now to ask you why to tell you no to deserve your love and sympathy you were never meant to belong to me who am I to you? along the way I lost my faith and as you were, you'll be again to mold like clay, to break like dirt to tear me up in your sympathy you were never meant to belong to me" The Smashing Pumpkins/Crestfallen/Adore Catch Dr. RomeAntic's cyber image @ http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Metro/2009 ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 21 Jul 1998 21:03:22 From: genben@usa.net Subject: ET: Honesty Hello folks, So I watched the FANatic show, and something came to me. Sarah (that was the girl's name, right?) asked Jewel about the poem 'Sarah Said' (of course that was the girl's name, that's why she asked about that poem). anyway, Jewel said a lot of interesting things in her answer, but the one that struck me the most was something that she talks about a lot: honesty. Jewel often says that she appreciates art, particularly poetry, that is honest, raw, real, etc., citing examples like Anais Nin and Charles Bukowski. Now, while I agree that honesty is definitely an important characteristic for a work of art to have, I don't know if I agree that art can be made up of plain, honest statements. What I am getting at here is quite simple: is truth/honesty an art form in and of itself? Is it fair that there are people who release nothing more than a collection of sentences derscribing situational existence with no metaphors or similes whatsoever, no alliteration, no meter, nothing in fact, besides a little creative spacing to add effect to them (see what I mean) and they call this poetry? I am the last person to say that poetry must be structured and rigidly monitored, but isn't there any creativity involved anymore? I guess that this revelation is kind of a denial of my last theory, that being that the beauty of art lies in the lack of understanding. Maybe that abstract period is over, and people now want none of it. Has the abstract thing been overdone? Are people now looking for the anti-abstract? And isn't this new poetry of the transparent really anti-poetry? Think back to the sonnets, the epics, the romantic things written with rhyme scheme, meter, and, most of all, passion. Maybe there still is a lot of passion involved, it's just that people have a passion for the truth now. Is that what we are striving for? Are we so fed up with having the wool pulled over our eyes that we now want no sort of challenge artistically? I belive that our level of creative output as a society has fallen drastically. Artists like Jewel and creative groups like this one are the exceptions. They put time into making the everyday banalities beautiful. Many people, however, have criticized Jewel's poetry for this very reason, that it is too obvious. There is no illusion in the majority of it. We just know what she is saying and that is that. What is wrong with that? That is for you to decide, for that is the beauty of art, really, that it cannot be forced upon you. You must take it or leave it as an individual. That is my crazy theory for the day. And you may accept it or not, as you please, for philosophy is nothing but the art of thinking. Peace and Love, Ben *btw- I wanted to add that I am very pleased with the fact that there is a great dollop of creative talent on this list and I am given hope for the future of poetry by the gems that I see every day here. ____________________________________________________________________ Get free e-mail and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 21 Jul 1998 18:12:31 -0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) From: karagarbe Subject: Re: ET: Honesty Hi angels, Well I'm upset because I fell asleep last night and missed FANatic, but according to the MTV schedule I *think* they should be replaying it next Monday at 2pm. We'll see. Ben, your posts are still coming out in one big long line! at least on *my* computer, they are. Anyway, I wanted to comment on this Honesty post, and also on your old one about the beauty of poetry and art in general lying in what we have to figure out for ourselves. I think that poetry that is more obviously expressed can be just as beautiful and touching as that which you have to think about in order to understand. But the more obvious an art work's meaning is, the less likely it is that we are able to relate to it, because there is less of a chance that it deals with something we ourselves have experienced. Does that make sense? Well, if you can follow me on that premise, then it follows that poetry which is more unclear on the surface is more open to interpretation, and thus we as the reader (or viewer, etc of whatever art medium you're choosing) are able to relate more closely to the poem, because it takes on a meaning which is more relevant to our own lives. It becomes more special to us because through this abstract form of art, we are able to see ourselves, and also we get that small measure of comfort because somehow, this artist who is a complete stranger to us has managed to peek into our very souls and reflect what lies within back to us, sometimes with greater clarity than we even saw upon first glance. Yet another person may see this same painting or read this same poem and draw something else out of it, find some other meaning that is equally important to her life. That, i think, is what makes a work of art accepted universally as great, because something in it touches each of our souls. So if I write this poem about my musical papa smurf who sits in front of my computer and plays the smurf theme song to me when i squeeze him, most of you are just going to think i'm crazy. but if i write it in this vague beautiful metaphorical way, then each of you could find something in it to relate to, about the comfort of music, or the presence of another bringing you company, or something... and while it's not the ambiguity itself that makes it beautiful, it's what the ambiguity allows each of us to see in the poem. Props to you if you actually read all of that! Peace and love, Kara _____________________________________________________ "If you could give people one message, what would it be?" "Love." --Ed Kowalczyk, lead singer of Live ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #89 *********************************