[1414] in Central_America
New quotes for Tue Apr 11
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Tue Apr 11 01:46:38 1989
Date: Tue, 11 Apr 89 01:29:32 EDT
From: Initializer.SysDaemon <root@CHARON.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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bjaspan (Barr3y Jaspan):
Air
Empty cups lie crushed in the gutter,
the last of the vanilla shake thoroughly sucked out.
The air tastes chocolate,
of a hollow Easter bunny, broken on one side.
Nothing grows where the sidewalk splits.
Some people feel the road shaking,
hear bottles breaking. Coke is it
but this town is caffeine-free.
Insomnia wakes them up at five.
The milkman says good morning
and leaves three glass bottles at the door.
The morning paper comes at seven
and the kids go for ice cream
after school. The come home to dishes
and Joy and chip a piece off the Sunday rabbit,
taking another bite of the space inside.
They say they like it and dislike school,
although every rabbit is filled with air,
and socks are hollow until you put them on.
-- Adrienne Su
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capsalad (Dave Schulman):
Hit the road, Jack,
and don't you come back
No more no more no more no more!
-- Ray Charles
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celine (Adam Weishaupt):
Whistlin' for change...
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cheshire (Mary Vogt):
I feel the sense of possibilities
I feel the wrench of hard realities
The focus is sharp in the city
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jtkohl (John T Kohl):
Feed me, Seymour...
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kksung (Kah Kay Sung):
{From system: This user's .plan file is not world readable}
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lwvanels (Lucien Van Elsen):
A winter's day
In a deep and dark December
I am alone.
Gazing through my window to the streets below
on a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow
I am an island.
I build walls; a fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need for friendship, friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving that I disdain.
I am an island.
Don't talk of love, well I've heard the word before.
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I'd never loved I never would have cried.
I am an island.
I have my books, and my poetry to protect me.
I am shielded in my armor.
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb,
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain.
And an island never cries.
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tophe (Christopher M. Hoadley):
To experience life to the fullest.
To enjoy what there is to enjoy without reservation.
To live.
To laugh.
To love.
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tron (Andrew H Cytron):
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of inocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
--- End of Central America ---
