[5274] in Central_America
New quotes for Sun Jan 23
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Sun Jan 23 04:12:32 1994
Date: Sun, 23 Jan 1994 04:12:12 -0500
From: Central America <root@charon.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@charon.MIT.EDU
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nosaj (Jason M Sachs):
There's a part of me that hates people. Not the actual
people but how useless they are, how stupid. They sit
and stew while the whole world gets worse and worse.
Wars and battles. People dying of starvation. Old
people dying because their kids have got their own kids
and they ain't got time. That's what makes me smash
things up. My shrink says I ain't mad. He should see me
when I'm pissed.
-- The Who
That's the whole trouble. You can't ever find a place
that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any.
You may *think* there is, but once you get there, when
you're not looking, somebody'll sneak up and write
"Fuck you" right under your nose. Try it sometime. I
think, even, if I ever die, and they stick me in a
cemetery, and I have a tombstone and all, it'll say
"Holden Caulfield" on it, and then what year I was
born and what year I died, and then right under that
it'll say "Fuck you." I'm positive, in fact.
-- J. D. Salinger,
"The Catcher in the Rye"
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sorokin (Jessie Stickgold-Sarah):
The Moon Is Always Female
Marge Piercy
III.
I am waiting for the moon to rise. here
I squat, the whole country with its steel
mills and its coal mines and its prisons
at my back and the continent tilting
up into mountains and torn by shining lakes
all behind me on this scythe of straw,
a sand bar cast on the ocean of waves, and I
wait for the moon to rise red and heavy
in my eyes. Chilled, cranky, fearful
in the dark I wait and I am all the time
climbing slippery rocks in a mist while
far below the waves crash in the sea caves;
I am descending a stairway under the groaning
sea while the black waters buffet me
like rockweed to and fro.
I have swum the upper waters leaping
in dolphin's skin for joy equally into the nec-
essary air and the tumult of the powerful wave.
I am entering the chambers I have visited.
I have floated through them sleeping and sleep-
walking and waking, drowning in passion
festooned with green bladderwrack of misery.
I have wandered these chambers in the rock
where the moon freezes the air and all hair
is black or silver. Now I will tell you
what I have learned lying under the moon
naked as women do: now I will tell you
the changes of the high and lower moon.
Out of necessity's hard stones we suck
what water we can and so we have survived,
women born of women. There is knowing
with the teeth as well as knowing with
the tongue and knowing with the fingertips
as well as knowing with words and with all
the fine flickering hungers of the brain.
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wamprat (Irwin Lee):
Last logged in on pal2
at Sat Jan 22 19:00:27 EST 1994
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