From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #30 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, January 24 2000 Volume 03 : Number 030 * 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 V3 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: ~can analysis be worthwhile~ [shivergirl ] ET: the buddy system :) [kara garbe ] ET: "scratches and poetry" ["Damn Sexy Biiiitch" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2000 20:53:42 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~can analysis be worthwhile~ + retry the lie just one more time (it's even better if it rhymes) have a go at letting go (you know the foetus is your fondest foe) impersonate your weight at any rate (even if the pounds are late) the mighty little shrimp will win again (don't you know by now it's his godamn fate) + dear passive voice, you've got a choice: you can void the interaction after it's done; keep the receipt; and tell no one; pocket all you need; leave the vicinity; and forsake your greed; but always act alone; (when shoplifting a soul, don't attempt to act intact, in fact, don't attempt to act at all, it will only stall your wordy progress) + asynchronicity blessed be the psychic dreams that imagined you into me debunking rationality setting aside the year 2016 to be devoted to fearless unification complete transformation sleep-induced translation it's all i need to deem you incomparable + reduced to the ridiculous (hiccups cannot help it; they show up, navigating laughter) and it's just so much weirder when you haven't grown up with it + did i hit you with my shit (oh no!) i musta clicked on your website by mistake so please take my shoveling signatures out of your guestbook ceiling's architecture sure it's seemingly stealing great-fake but you're just a nook and it's really late i can't take your time and your download rate sucks my clock of all its inexperienced minutes much too tick-tock + you're decidedly weird/i'm fakin out on my fear/ your arguements certainly don't appear/a day older than your beard/and i'm bereft of thought/i can't return what i bought/so i entreaty myself/ to forget your spineless web/and i guess it's no wonder/ why i'm quicksandin in your debt + emotional simpleton/decked out in/ high-falutin clothin/do you even realize/ how cumbersome/your garments have become? + underscore the titles of your comedies daze me by retracing all my awkward insecurities yes i was suitably impressed with your irish observational quickness digital intelligence oh-so-incidental aloofness that you profess so much that i felt severely out of space inside your secret insensitive place stance on mature adult love-relationships better left untouched untraced + ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2000 21:11:46 -0500 (Eastern Standard Time) From: kara garbe Subject: ET: the buddy system :) hey folks, i have a proposition for all of you. we all post to this list because we want feedback on our writing, right? but do all of us get it? not necessarily. well, recently i've been writing to a certain person on this list named Ernest* (*name has been changed to protect the identity of my innocent victim... i saw a hemingway book on my shelf and was inspired lol) and Ernie and I have been exchanging criticism on all of our respective posts. It's been really helpful because it gives me a little more incentive to write and post since i know i'm going to get a response. plus, when you know your 'audience' and can imagine a specific someone reading it on the other side, i think it helps your writing because you start to look at your stuff through another person's eyes and you become more critical of yourself as you write. so, i was thinking, wouldn't it be wonderful if we all had buddies!! of course i don't mean that we all wouldn't still randomly write comments back to each other when we like something... but this way, if you want to participate, you'd have at least one person out there guaranteed to respond to your stuff. so i'm basically making an offer to hook people up. those of you shy folk out there who are hesitant to post or hesitant to give people comments, here is your chance to find yourself a captive audience! hopefully this will also encourage people to post more stuff. i do not in any way mean to pair people off the list and remove the poetry to individual one-on-one communication... i mean you'd still post the poetry to the list as whole, but your buddy would be responsible for giving you feedback on everything you write. and vice versa--you give that person feedback, too. if anyone is interested in this, just email me and let me know, and i'll give you the email address of someone else interested in it too. so come on little writing angels, befriend another person and may the glory of your writing multiply! :) ~kara ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ inhaling bullets like butterflies, ashes and ecstasy, black and blue calls to immortality. ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2000 18:09:16 -0800 From: "Damn Sexy Biiiitch" Subject: ET: "scratches and poetry" scratches and poetry scratches and poetry they give themselves scratches and poetry scratches to release their minds ease themselves out of the weariness they find etch into their skin little maps swollen welts surface cuts are just enough trickling faintly slowly out transversing their anxiety flinching in the release their fingers stained with ink their lips smeared from chewing pens their lips trembling from the words they are drinking in pages and pages crammed full with poems they are afraid to show afraid they will scream afraid they will crumble afraid they will be left without reasons fearing reaction fearing they'll get none afraid of satisfaction and coming undone scratches and poetry they give themselves scratches and poetry to fill a void of touch and colors scratches so they can feel poetry so they can be made real wary of time spent to explain tired of smiling tired of pain in the quiet of scratches they could understand in the loudness of poetry they grasped for a hand silently drowning screaming for land sometimes they get so overcome wanting so badly they sigh for a way and so give themselves scratches and poetry - --- "I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind." ~ Emily Bronte ~ get your free gURLmAIL at http://www.gURLmAIL.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 23 Jan 2000 22:23:13 -0500 (Eastern Standard Time) From: kara garbe Subject: ET: the beginning to a story this is supposed to be the beginning to a short story, but i'm not sure if it makes sense as a story that is theoretically going to have a plot and such... comments mucho appreciated. A thousand years from now, I will hold him in my hands again, pale and feather light like driftwood. First a face, and then two hands, will emerge from the ocean where I will have sought him. My embrace is cold and stiff from the years that shut it away unused, but my daughter's father will return to me and I will put spun light down from my fingers, returning to the tangibility of a body that had forfeited its claim upon me. I will hold him in cupped palms, pale and feather light like driftwood, carry him from the sea back to our home, and spin warmth into the cold spaces of these walls again. Until then, life will find a way to go on. It will take lifetimes for the Wheel to bring us together again. Now, he becomes lost inside the clatter of my work, the heavy ladles of broken eggs that I pour onto the grill like thin pancake batter. They sizzle like cauterized wounds, healing beneath my ministrations. [abruptly ending here... i'm trying to decide if this is a story that i can continue with and turn in to my fiction writing class for workshopping. or should i abandon the effort and try to turn the first paragraph into poetry? ~kara] ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #30 *********************************