From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #39 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, February 1 2000 Volume 03 : Number 039 * 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: a redone poem [zerocool@sunlink.net (Niki)] ET: Birth of Angels(Poem) [Chris ] Re: ET: Birth of Angels(Poem) [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: ~april love~ [shivergirl ] ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #38 [RedWoodenBeads@aol.com] ET: Re: yet another verse by mr jones [RedWoodenBeads@aol.com] Re: ET: Birth of Angels(Poem) [BRONCOBAND@aol.com] ET: ~i love you for~ (longish) [shivergirl ] ET: echoes fall down [DPS8315@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2000 12:29:45 -0500 From: zerocool@sunlink.net (Niki) Subject: ET: a redone poem all the regulas sit on stools in the back of the smokey room sipping on their la la lattés looking like owls in a tree like lions that just ate... the passer-throughers and posers sit near the front and hold a more fashionable drink in their hand, talking loudly about today's topic... the girl and her guitar act like they are the only ones in the room-it's beautiful to hear i wonder if she sings and plays liket hat in front of other people or in front of the mirror... the mirror...she probably does sing beautiful in front of of the mirror...it can't look sophisticated and old and wise and sop on a la la latté...can't look disdainfully at the other people... can't looked detached from the lofty melodius voice... the mirror can't have loud and gaudy conversations on 'today's topic' and how the girl and her guitar 'are nice' the mirror swallows what it sees imperfections and all it reflects the truth but doesn't demand to be looked at and payed attention to...it's just simply there to be the girl's perfect audience... ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2000 14:28:36 -0500 From: Chris Subject: ET: Birth of Angels(Poem) This is to counter a friend's statement...any all comments welcome. * Birth of Angels * I used to think long ago in distance times, that the birth of angels occurred only in rhythms, and when the righteous would fall and die, and for each wish upon a star in the night sky, but as I grown and met each and every new friend, I have learned that the birth of angels does transcend Space and Time, Heaven and Earth, Right and Wrong, And I have learned what I should have known all along, that everyone within them has the potential to be reborn as a seraph, a real angel. So to one and all, great and small, I humbly ask? that you take that a chance, remove your mask, and let the world see, what is so obvious to me, your true self, your angelic spirit, your inner beauty. - ----------------------------------------------------- Click here for Free Video!! http://www.gohip.com/freevideo/ ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2000 14:46:03 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: Re: ET: Birth of Angels(Poem) Oh wow. That was beautiful. *stand up and starts clapping* hehe This reminds me of a few things. The poem is kinda dark. (as you know I like dark stuff) It also has hope. The perfect combination. And you used one of my favorite words! Seraph. This is a good two lines: <> What do you mean by: <> <> kinda repeating yourself, but oh well. Ummmmmmm...VERY beautiful. <> Rebecca ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2000 17:01:19 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~april love~ ~ ~ ~ one of our songs was "scared," by the tragically hip. and he was. i was not prepared. he did so much for me. the world of art--hell, the world. i was introduced to myself and re-born. i knew i made him scared at times, too, with the mental stress problem, but i didn't want to. i wanted to be whole and healthy, for him. the night of my sister's birthday was a little beyond anything i was used to. i would have bet it was a conspiracy of the devil's; such cold calculation. ~ ~ ~ he had me going for an hour or two. i wasn't sure i was getting through, but on some level, i must have struck a chord. my hysteria, non-belief, dread, shock were all met with a non-exchangeable decision, despite my cajoling attempts at patching up what was torn. ~ ~ ~ when i think of the money i spent on him...the small things that matter to a woman...and what did i get in return? a pin. a barbie dress. he needed to improve his gift-giving skills. ~ ~ ~ i tried to white-out the entire break-up. i didn't know about it. i didn't realize. i could never have fathomed. such girlish naiveté. it was unreal. even happening, i seemed to think, "how should i react to this?" i couldn't let myself feel the tear completely, otherwise i would simply go mad. ~ ~ ~ there is a picture of me and him sitting within the taped silhouette of a man and a woman. embracing. i was so embarrassed at the time. the eyes of others. his romantic gesture gone unappreciated. there we sit on the floor of vari hall, cross-legged indians minus our trademark sandals, his hand on my knee. yet we're not completely enclosed in the embrace--not enough tape leaves a gaping space. ~ ~ ~ she was nearly born so many times. you wanted to call her mary, but i thought it too simple--not irish enough. and oh how i longed to see her hair. i had already told him how it was going to be--a black-brown luster, shiny and thick. the hours i would float into dreams...what features? my eyes--the naughty expression/eating baskin robbin's ice cream look that he blew up into a poster in my locker once... ~ ~ ~ what about the time you stuck your hand out the car window and shook hands with god? asking that our baby be given to a childless couple in heaven? or when you meditated inside my womb, seeing the twisted legs of our son? those babies! where have they gone? your grand plans of marriage, me in my white and green dress, a pretty princess, yet...the veil betrays the breathing. ~ ~ ~ i once sat with on a swing set with my daughter. she was crying because she couldn't be born. i only wish i could recall if she had dark hair. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2000 17:22:45 EST From: RedWoodenBeads@aol.com Subject: ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #38 In a message dated 1/30/00 9:08:51 PM Pacific Standard Time, owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org writes: << twirling spinning dazzling as glitter falls : >> Go for it Naomi! ~*Joe I took your urgent whisper Stole the arc of a white wing http://www.chickpages. com/musicmania/joepages ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2000 17:26:03 EST From: RedWoodenBeads@aol.com Subject: ET: Re: yet another verse by mr jones Hey people on the digest! How is everyone? If you aren't sick of my poetry yet, here's some more for ya! Little Teardrops Hello my beautiful dream Welcome to my mind I'll bet you never guessed That this is what it's like Everything is fading away I can't stand this falling Whatever is here today Tomorrow will be gone And she's not there.. Painting pictures of you Like the sun learning to swim Like the dust carried away By the willowing wind Then you turn around with your report This heart is now broken It can't love you anymore This window's not open And she's not there.... ~*Joe I took your urgent whisper Stole the arc of a white wing http://www.chickpages. com/musicmania/joepages ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2000 17:35:05 EST From: BRONCOBAND@aol.com Subject: Re: ET: Birth of Angels(Poem) I agree with Rebecca, this is a nice poem. It really strikes my fancy!!! :) Laura ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2000 23:12:00 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~i love you for~ (longish) i love you for your underdog preference, overloving&outgoing nature your hidden intelligence, conversation&be-there quality your consistency, twin psyche&fashion tips your talks, laugh&glasses i love you for saying my hair was soft&calling me "red" not asking me to play barbies anymore&becoming so lovely a person all the shared laughs× you let me in being an alley-cat&a close cousin i love you for having the biggest heart ever being odd like me&more likeable than you'll ever know driving fast&being a groovy dj&talking to me teasing my kelly i love you for giving me my first kiss&singing to me in front of everyone being what i most want to be--a strong woman playing with me as a child&stealing all the sweets always wearing a suit&trying my macaroni i love you for calling me at exactly the same time&making up our dance being nice&catching up with me in a convertible dyeing your hair blonde&hugging me every chance you get your angel card&insight i love you for being hyper&a great planner being a cowboy/tv executive producer&writing back being unpretentious, goofy&fourteen years old inside i love you for making the best roasted carrots&being a second mum buying us strawberries&watching the planes take off being a younger reflection&liking your food seeing a therapist&being so sensitive acting so cute&wanting milk before bed i love you for validating my crisis feelings&taking a whole hour to talk to me being wild, crazy, funny&spelling it "ceallaigh" saying "kiss me, simba"&being happy to see me saying i'm your honorary cousin accepting my walkman&wanting to play wheel of fortune i love you for cheating at bingo&being my friend before we were born seeing the real me at 9&believing in my dancing being a tough old bird having a baby alone being a hippie at 30 i love you for sharing your fries and gravy after the disco making my sister happy being my fourth-grade crush&being my king running in the snow at recess i love you for turning out decent asking me my musical tastes being my salvation in grade six getting the class to make me a birthday card calling me dear i love you for giving us points to act out ~romeo and juliet~ giving me perfect on my dna presentation being my all-time favourite teacher&picking on me being christian and short i love you for having a breathy voice being the hardest english teacher ever being human underneath it all letting us not work saying i was bright having an eye connection over sarcasm i love you for having a dublin accent being a momma's boy being nationalistic being a baby-machine&so blissful i love you for saying i had a beautiful mind being confident and greek boosting my ego asking what the "gossips" were i love you for talking about hamsters seriously being a chinese myopic saying i'd grown as a reporter being sam the security guard on ~today's special~ i love you for being red in the face&defensive being hardened yet nice having the courage to draw in your eyebrows being a european spirit i love you for staying with your danish boyfriend never identifying yourself being such a cop your fire hair being a sweet champion i love you for looking up to me giving me a drawing being a maiden liking sinead being a gentleman i love you for being my last-minute valentine being my bi prom date being animated&eccentric treating me like a sister i love you for teasing me&being newfie being educated&displaying the picture being a shark helping to create a ~national geographic~ memory i love you for being a true irish expat born in canada pushing my buttons giving change to the homeless once thinking it funny when i said "blast it!" i love you for being like myself but ahead of the game telling me stories giving me your old coats chasing us as kids under the pool table i love you for trying to make me like you having freckles being shy being enthusiastic about politics i love you for having burned hands having a presence having the oldest soul i love you for not being a flaming faggot loving a man playing the fiddle helping me heal i love you for helping me forget my first love liking my female singers not being a j crew ad underneath it all i love you for knowing more at 7 information-wise than i will ever learn writing a intuitive profile of me being the queen of sheba buying me hot chocolate making me tea i love you for being a fellow scorpio for talking hockey our day together downtown i love you for being a witch giving out halloween candy in university loving your son loving me like a daughter i love you for being puzzled by me being drawn to me acknowledging me i love you for paying my way into the gallery getting lost on the subway giving me your poetry i love you for wearing a one-piece snowsuit scanning me your baby pictures having badly-cut bangs taking the day off work to help your brother move i love you for your exuberant expressions your blending of languages daring to be sensitive not being afraid to be vulnerable i love you for copying my unconvential spellings not calling the grammEr police apologizing without me having to ask giving me a constant body-rush considering our love above all things ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2000 23:18:26 EST From: DPS8315@aol.com Subject: ET: echoes fall down Hello everyone- 11pm, I have most of my homework finished... I haven't critiqued the last, what will be, three digests, but I'm going to give up a bit of sleep and get it done :-) I'll be up in say, 6 1/2 hours to get back on and critique whatever's been posted (yay!) -So, depending on where you live, you might be able to go to school with a printed out copy of what I said... lol, and then when you get really really bored in History, bust out your notebook and crit sheet and go to work baby yeah! lol, ok so maybe I'm the only who does that... :-) Well anyway, by 630AM EST Feburary 1, 2000. Critqueness Land of Illumination - -and in case you're really bored DPS8315 Hometown Profile Page :-) - -Last but not least, a selection from tonight's 'session' (props to tara for the stolen word) _______ and it's all like "fuck.this" because you know there's the bigger and better of everything out there - -and this is.not.good, not very goo at all / because no one likes falling forever and, and, waking up at 3:17am to have to fall asleep on the job or in-your-life, trapped in the knowing that this *isn't* what we asked for; today's busted out light bulbs stopped lighting up tomorrow/yesterday, and you know that you're stuck with this forever- at least until you change it, rise up and cry out I!Want!More! scream it over and over again at everyone who ever dared to question the way you live your life- I!Want!More! ______ fare all ye well in all ye pursuits - -James ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #39 *********************************