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Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: ~sizesshapescolourssmells~ (or found poh-etry) [shivergirl ] [Re: [ET: under the floodlights...]] [genben@usa.net] ET: s'more po-ems [zerocool@sunlink.net (Niki)] ET: that one person who doesn't leave your head, even after years [kara g] ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #34 ["The Phoenix Princessa" Subject: ET: ~sizesshapescolourssmells~ (or found poh-etry) This is a multi-part message in MIME format. - --------------2CF29128AA6FB71C291E8BA8 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit - --------------2CF29128AA6FB71C291E8BA8 Content-Type: message/rfc822 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline Message-ID: <389071BF.10684841@ican.net> Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2000 11:26:39 -0500 From: shivergirl X-Mailer: Mozilla 4.02 [en]C-DIAL (Win95; U) MIME-Version: 1.0 To: ~feeding creative head space~ , ~andy~ , srah , ms version , LemonPie , fido Subject: ~sizesshapescolourssmells~ (or found poh-etry) Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit + i have tried to make love to you you were sunburned you just laid there screwing the sheets would you prefer me on my back or kneeling? + arbitrary blindness for a charity-case split-ends you just can't cut or mend i send sympathy for the old devil because he's sorry he hurt other people although he wouldn't alter his beliefs perhaps he would do things somehow differently oh my hard-line conservative jellyfish thief missionary man in the sand you know so well where you're going after you die can you come back and slum with us on your days off? + hitting delete/when i'm beat/logging off/ after we meet/forgetting to backspace/ oh how sweet + regrets he's never met he laid a few but they're just invisible debt (so they don't count) but then again they're far too few to even mention + you come from strife yet you make my life one huge smiley-face with your proven ability to unite our family branches and you conceal your feelings so we can rely on you keeping your head when we have all gone squawking clucking gawking laying pain again + in an origami mind you folded your thoughts and passed them like notes back and forth across history lessons my hands were waiting you wrote about flowers collating bending my ideal's dreams from parchment profound oozing love haikus + a faraway world that is all mine made up of dreams that are lucid and a heart that knows no time except new formations of stars + my personality is far too implosive to be presented honestly to the outside world unheeding the wall of pretense i build a passage and crawl from my crib to the entrance as she gallivants and bestows her kisses i cease to become a silent hostage i want her to witness what it's like to feel pompous from the inside this time it's my turn to be on the outside + seven dollars an hour just for the privilege of hearing that i don't exist so i'm takin this brain re-decorating the boring decor again pink walls and turquoise halls a bigger cell with a faint lingering alcohol smell in control of shrinkage head honcho of the head space frontal lobe special of the day anyone? + ~psychic cosmic comprehension~ a game of catch-up between time zones half-hinted-at plans sent express i look for your correspondence in a metaphorical kiss but when i close my eyes it makes no difference on the ceiling our lives begin almost detected yet again we weave words out of a twinned town figuring out when and where the chorus begins after so many lonely verses filled with transitional figures substitutes for the real thing we awaken to our very own morning once again i've gained a certain love song understanding + - --------------2CF29128AA6FB71C291E8BA8-- ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2000 14:44:59 -0500 (Eastern Standard Time) From: kara garbe Subject: Re: ET: winter fuchsia > what's the journal called, kara-kara? :)any of your stuff goin into it? it's called "Meridian" and it's published by the UVA creative writing program. no, i'm not being published in it, i just work on the production of it. :) but our contributors come from all over the country (maybe the world?) so unfortunately i don't know the guy who wrote that poem i sent you guys. i hope you enjoyed it though. :) kara-kara ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ inhaling bullets like butterflies, ashes and ecstasy, black and blue calls to immortality. ------------------------------ Date: 27 Jan 00 15:05:07 EST From: genben@usa.net Subject: [Re: [ET: under the floodlights...]] This is a multi-part message in MIME format. - ------NetAddressPart-00--=_AuFH9440S784e4e9d1a Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable apparently this didn't go through, so i'm re-sending it (sorry if it come= s out twice, guys) - -ben ____________________________________________________________________ Get free email and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=3D= 1 - ------NetAddressPart-00--=_AuFH9440S784e4e9d1a Content-Type: message/rfc822; name="Forwarded Message" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline Received: from 204.68.23.58 by nwcst313 for [209.122.203.178] via web-mailer(M3.4.0.33) on Thu Jan 27 16:45:50 GMT 2000 Date: 27 Jan 00 11:45:50 EST From: To: eda Subject: Re: [ET: under the floodlights...] X-Mailer: USANET web-mailer (M3.4.0.33) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable > Years ago, = > when man began > to stamp it out, did > the darkness, too, feel this > forsaken? > = > = > 1.24.00 > kara~garbe > = okay, this is amazing. i have been inspired to do two things. 1) here's two poems - one prosaic, one not darkness is important. we take it for granted. when was the last time you= listened to the night? there are sounds in the dark that the day hasn't e= ven imagined yet. the shy man comes out at night. too often we fear darkness = as though it will hurt us, but in reality it is friendly. it helps us conduc= t our business without interference. the day may be cordial, but the night simp= ly watches, staring out at us without eyes. watch, you'll see. there is noth= ing to fear except the coming of morning... - --------- what will swallow me if there is no dark? how can i disappear if i am not cloaked in shadow? what will become of me as light makes me honest? how long will it be until i don't have to squint? what is a day if there is no dark night? how is beauty with no moon? what will become of the magus as day becomes supreme ruler? how can dark be preserved? can peace happen in the light? 2) here's the lyrics to 'Darkness, Darkness' by Jesse Colin Young Darkness, darkness be my pillow take my hand and let me sleep in the coolness of your shadow in the silence of your deep Darkness, darkness hide the yearning for the things that cannot be keep my mind from constant turning toward the things i cannot see Darkness, darkness long and lonesome is the day that brings me here i have felt the edge of silence i have known the depths of fear Darkness, darkness be my blanket cover me with endless night take away the pain of knowing fill the emptiness of right now - -this is one of my all time favorite songs. darkness is important. we take it for granted. when was the last time you= listened to the night? there are sounds in the dark that the day hasn't e= ven imagined yet. the shy man comes out at night. too often we fear darkness = as though it will hurt us, but in reality it is friendly. it helps us conduc= t our business without interference. the day may be cordial, but the night simp= ly watches, staring out at us without eyes. watch, you'll see. there is noth= ing to fear except the coming of morning... ____________________________________________________________________ Get free email and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=3D= 1 - ------NetAddressPart-00--=_AuFH9440S784e4e9d1a-- ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2000 20:39:22 -0500 From: zerocool@sunlink.net (Niki) Subject: ET: s'more po-ems capturing stars is hard to do capturing you is even harder a flash of light, a trail of dust a flasf of blonde, a trail of frowns smile for me just once boy so i can take a picture and capture just part of who you really aren't ***** a lifetime you say?/sure i say/casually/you must wonder/does she think about/it/a lifetime/so long/stares with life/ends with death/i do think about it/i say/a lifetime my love/a lifetime/from the time stars were born until the time they die/i'll be happy/in love/in your arms ***** should i? should i buy into that golden dream? should i buy into you? i've bought into things before, all gone now, if i don't trust you maybe you'll stay around longer? ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2000 21:08:57 -0500 (Eastern Standard Time) From: kara garbe Subject: ET: that one person who doesn't leave your head, even after years 1.24.00 It had been lifetimes since I saw you, or maybe a mere six months. Either way, when your face filled my entire vision, it came as no surprise. The shock of you after all this time, made me giddy, but you were not unfamiliar. The mere sight of you clothed me in shimmering anticipation but I could only stare, wordless, too afraid to speak your name. Would you remember me? After all this time, I cannot bear the possibility that you may not. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2000 18:04:15 -0800 From: "The Phoenix Princessa" Subject: ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #34 benbenben, i missed you darlin, i will write you soon. the poem was absolutely dazzling everyone, i'm gona be gone fri-mon, talk to yall when i get home lovelovelove sam get your free gURLmAIL at http://www.gURLmAIL.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2000 21:31:14 -0500 From: "Kevin B. Pease" Subject: Re: [ET: under the floodlights...] Ben writes: > 2) here's the lyrics to 'Darkness, Darkness' by Jesse Colin Young > [...] > -this is one of my all time favorite songs. This song is fantastic. I've never heard the original version, but I have heard a stunning cover done by a folk singer named Richard Shindell, on his CD "Reunion Hill". I highly recommend his music, if you're into good folk music with great lyrics... I can't recommend him enough. :) www.richardshindell.com, if you're interested. Kevin - -- Kevin Pease kbpease@concentric.net ICQ UIN: 3106063 AOL IM: kbpease " . . . 'the people can go,' he says, 'the furniture stays . . .'" ---(Sarah Slean, "Before Your Time")--- ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #35 *********************************