From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #397 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 Wednesday, December 6 2000 Volume 03 : Number 397 * 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: Rebuttal to Sarcasm(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: au revoir encore [Kara Garbe ] ET: The plaster [chic-a-cherry-cola ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 05 Dec 2000 08:34:22 -0500 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Rebuttal to Sarcasm(poem) Hi! I'm writing this to a response that I got from someone about my poems. She shall remain nameless in public however I'll answer any questions in private. I just hope it was a pleasant joke and not a subtle message. I'm sorry to those of you who didn't receive it. Talk to you all later ~Seth ============================================ Rebuttal to Sarcasm by Seth D. Fulmer 12-5-00 The power inherent to rebuke needlessly Your brutal sarcasm with attacks of my own Might I remind you that a nice message indeed was all that you needed to tell me I'm hated But no all you did was tell me you loved me and tell me in a poem that I'm a freak and obsessive Thank you but no thank you The wound begins to heal After all this, I begin to think What did I ever do to you I leave you now but don't think I'm gone I'm nowhere yet everywhere You shall be in my heart ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 5 Dec 2000 12:49:11 -0500 (Eastern Standard Time) From: Kara Garbe Subject: ET: au revoir encore dear angels, in keeping with my on-again off-again relationship with the EDA list, i'm once again departing from the list. i'm graduating from college in a couple of weeks and losing this email account, and my irregular access to email at that point (not to mention crappy hotmail) won't sustain the amount of stuff that comes through on this list. also, if i can share some happy news with all of you guys, i just found out today that i've gotten nominated to go into the peace corps. this means that as long as i check out medically, i am definitely in. so if the medical stuff goes well, then in early june i will be departing for some part of french-speaking west africa (not sure which country, yet) with about 60 other americans, to teach English, educate people about HIV/AIDS, and promote girls' education. i am very excited about this chance to make a real difference in people's lives, and to see firsthand what life is like in other less privileged parts of the world. i hope this is just the start of something big and beautiful in my life. don't ever stop dreaming! as some piece of peace corps literature says, once you've seen the world, "you find out that realism doesn't diminish idealism. it strengthens it." best, kara ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 05 Dec 2000 11:18:33 -0800 From: chic-a-cherry-cola Subject: ET: The plaster the plaster i am carving her name in the plaster i am digging my hands through the wall i am wondering what results in this or if it even matters at all what wheels will end up turning who's crushed to the ground this echo's leaving me screaming when i know no one made a sound she says that why he loves her has to do with the way she moves and i know he's just waiting just waiting to get on his groove she says she knows he's truthful when he's holding her in his hands if only i could say to her baby find yourself a new man cause i am lying on these hotel sheets i am staring at that peeling wall a wall that shows her face in the plaster a wall that shows my fall i am wondering why they chose pink to smear in this broken place because when he's crawling on me i cannot forget her face i am pressing my face to his chest imagining that this could go on but anything going this way can only result in some pitiful song i could picture us happy together but it's eating away at my skin what if this is now different what if it's a cycle that happens again it's so much harder to play with fingerboards than skin living in a world that's shattering in petty worries caving in it shouldn't really be about all this about who is with who i should be singing about society instead of who screwed you cause i would love to stand by the sea and watch it through closed eyes and live each precious little thing and just pay attention to the tides she smiles and says he loves her that she'd marry him if she can i could puke and i wish i'd say find yourself a new man but i am lying on these stolen sheets and her picture's on the wall walls covered in her image each frame cracking my fall i am wondering how i can do this keep on another time when i know he doesn't love her and he sure as fuck isn't mine i was carving her name in the plaster i was digging my hands through the wall now she is carving my name in the plaster she is digging her hands through the wall ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #397 **********************************