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Today's Subjects: ----------------- Re: ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V5 #25 [shiverflicka ] ET: 'Ambition (Rise And Fall')' [space_bandits@webtv.net] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 24 Jun 2002 05:09:37 -0700 (PDT) From: shiverflicka Subject: Re: ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V5 #25 hi praise indeed from the harshest critic out there!!! ;) T - --- DPS8315@aol.com wrote: > Seth, > > I've probably read 5 of your posts ever because I > used to feel like you were > a bull-shitter. I felt like you over-dramatized > everything and talked too > much and generally bypassed your posts. But I read > this one, in it's > entirety, and aside from the ostentatious "sex with > the strippers" I thought > this was a terrific effort on your part. > > I particularly liked: > > I envision you snoring > watching as I blow > you away gently > with a flame thrower > > Especially because of the electronic format forcing > me to scroll, I didnt > suspect 'flame thrower' to be the ending... > Terrific! I might change > 'snoring' to something more attractive, to give it > an even more dramatic > feel.. > > Honesty, broiled to taste... > > James > > -------------------Important!------------------- > > I have an extra set of (2) tickets to the Sunday, > July 14th showing of Jewel > at Chicago Theatre. > SECTION MNFL4L, ROW M, SEATS 417 TO 419... > These are actually decent > seats, but I've got 5th row tickets... Anyway, I'd > be willing to sacrifice > the ones above to an EDA for less than face > value.... if you're in the area, > let me know! > > DPS8315@aol.com > > - --------------------------------------------------------- Yahoo! - Official partner of 2002 FIFA World Cup http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 24 Jun 2002 09:28:53 -0700 (PDT) From: shiverflicka Subject: ET: Fwd: ani poem hi guys, just a interesting, brilliant new poem/song by ani difranco i thought i'd share as i'm just after seeing her perform it! take care, T > > > > > > ani has entitled her new poem "self evident." here > it is, in its entirety. > > > > self evident > > > > > > yes, > > us people are just poems > > we're 90% metaphor > > with a leanness of meaning > > approaching hyper-distillation > > and once upon a time > > we were moonshine > > rushing down the throat of a giraffe > > yes, rushing down the long hallway > > despite what the p.a. announcement says > > yes, rushing down the long stairs > > with the whiskey of eternity > > fermented and distilled > > to eighteen minutes > > burning down our throats > > down the hall > > down the stairs > > in a building so tall > > that it will always be there > > yes, it's part of a pair > > there on the bow of noah's ark > > the most prestigious couple > > just kickin back parked > > against a perfectly blue sky > > on a morning beatific > > in its indian summer breeze > > on the day that america > > fell to its knees > > after strutting around for a century > > without saying thank you > > or please > > > > and the shock was subsonic > > and the smoke was deafening > > between the setup and the punch line > > cuz we were all on time for work that day > > we all boarded that plane for to fly > > and then while the fires were raging > > we all climbed up on the windowsill > > and then we all held hands > > and jumped into the sky > > > > and every borough looked up when it heard the > first blast > > and then every dumb action movie was summarily > surpassed > > and the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar > > looked more like war than anything i've seen so > far > > so far > > so far > > so fierce and ingenious > > a poetic specter so far gone > > that every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and > stumbling > > over 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on > and on > > and i'll tell you what, while we're at it > > you can keep the pentagon > > keep the propaganda > > keep each and every tv > > that's been trying to convince me > > to participate > > in some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate > retribution > > perpetuate retribution > > even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in > retribution > > is still hanging in the air > > and there's ash on our shoes > > and there's ash in our hair > > and there's a fine silt on every mantle > > from hell's kitchen to brooklyn > > and the streets are full of stories > > sudden twists and near misses > > and soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters > > with tales of narrowly averted disasters > > and the whiskey is flowin > > like never before > > as all over the country > > folks just shake their heads > > and pour > > > > so here's a toast to all the folks who live in > palestine > > afghanistan > > iraq > > > > el salvador > > > > here's a toast to the folks living on the pine > ridge reservation > > under the stone cold gaze of mt. rushmore > > > > here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors > > who daily provide women with a choice > > who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city > > just to listen to a young woman's voice > > > > here's a toast to all the folks on death row right > now > > awaiting the executioner's guillotine > > who are shackled there with dread and can only > escape into their heads > > to find peace in the form of a dream > > > > cuz take away our playstations > > and we are a third world nation > > under the thumb of some blue blood royal son > > who stole the oval office and that phony election > > i mean > > it don't take a weatherman > > to look around and see the weather > > jeb said he'd deliver florida, folks > > and boy did he ever > > > > and we hold these truths to be self evident: > > #1 george w. bush is not president > > #2 america is not a true democracy > > #3 the media is not fooling me > > cuz i am a poem heeding hyper-distillation > > i've got no room for a lie so verbose > > i'm looking out over my whole human family > > and i'm raising my glass in a toast > > > > here's to our last drink of fossil fuels > > let us vow to get off of this sauce > > shoo away the swarms of commuter planes > > and find that train ticket we lost > > cuz once upon a time the line followed the river > > and peeked into all the backyards > > and the laundry was waving > > the graffiti was teasing us > > from brick walls and bridges > > we were rolling over ridges > > through valleys > > under stars > > i dream of touring like duke ellington > > in my own railroad car > > i dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden > benches > > in a grand station aglow with grace > > and then standing out on the platform > > and feeling the air on my face > > > > give back the night its distant whistle > > give the darkness back its soul > > give the big oil companies the finger finally > > and relearn how to rock-n-roll > > yes, the lessons are all around us and a change is > waiting there > > so it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the > streets > > and clear the air > > get our government to pull its big dick out of the > sand > > of someone else's desert > > put it back in its pants > > and quit the hypocritical chants of > > freedom forever > > > > cuz when one lone phone rang > > in two thousand and one > > at ten after nine > > on nine one one > > which is the number we all called > > when that lone phone rang right off the wall > > right off our desk and down the long hall > > down the long stairs > > in a building so tall > > that the whole world turned > > just to watch it fall > > > > > > > > and while we're at it > > remember the first time around? > > the bomb? > > the ryder truck? > > the parking garage? > > the princess that didn't even feel the pea? > > remember joking around in our apartment on avenue > D? > > > > can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would > have to change their > > design > > following a fantastical reversal of the new york > skyline?! > > > > it was a joke, of course > > it was a joke > > at the time > > and that was just a few years ago > > so let the record show > > that the FBI was all over that case > > that the plot was obvious and in everybody's face > > and scoping that scene > > religiously > > the CIA > > or is it KGB? > > committing countless crimes against humanity > > with this kind of eventuality > > as its excuse > > for abuse after expensive abuse > > and it didn't have a clue > > look, another window to see through > > way up here > > on the 104th floor > > look > > another key > > another door > > 10% literal > > 90% metaphor > > 3000 some poems disguised as people > > on an almost too perfect day > > should be more than pawns > > in some asshole's passion play > > so now it's your job > > and it's my job > > to make it that way > > to make sure they didn't die in vain > > sshhhhhh.... > > baby listen > > hear the train? Yahoo! - Official partner of 2002 FIFA World Cup http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 24 Jun 2002 15:08:02 -0400 (EDT) From: space_bandits@webtv.net Subject: ET: 'Ambition (Rise And Fall')' X-WebTV-Signature: 1 ETAsAhRFr/xFiYzMs4g9vF/rtKtm3V+NpwIUdZ4MxW29TwuVhVCduwr3wUSeGMo= From: space_bandits@webtv.net Date: Mon, 24 Jun 2002 15:03:37 -0400 (EDT) To: eda_thoughts@smoe.org Subject: 'Ambition (Rise And Fall')' Message-ID: <23367-3D176D09-891@storefull-2191.public.lawson.webtv.net> Content-Disposition: Inline Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7Bit X-WebTV-Stationery: Standard; BGColor=violet; TextColor=#00008b MIME-Version: 1.0 (WebTV) X-Converted-To-Plain-Text: from Multipart/Mixed by demime 0.97c X-Converted-To-Plain-Text: Alternative section used was text/plain Ambition soars, and falls, and quickly flies again as hand in hand with hope it searches out infinity And then when time bids us give up our living flame We look back weighing things we did not gain. Thats it, ambition, hope pulled us through from out the mass content with it's own lot they've raised us from the level of the mob and we went sailing, life our boat, ambition, hope, our only crew. It's then we found the things that we could do to uplift mankind from the muddy depths of ignorance and folly mingling more and more with crime into which our brothers sank deeper, deeper through the grime. It's then that we became what men call great then that our hearts filled more and more with what is known as pride It's then that of our glory we conceited became when we too sunk in the mire, unsung without a name. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V5 #27 *********************************