[5362] in Central_America
New quotes for Wed Mar 23
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Wed Mar 23 05:39:27 1994
Date: Wed, 23 Mar 1994 05:38:44 -0500
From: Central America <root@charon.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@charon.MIT.EDU
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amgreene (Andrew Marc Greene):
Cleansing
Andrew M. Greene, 30. March 1992
In the kitchen, chometz cowers in corners
and crevices, patiently waiting for me to join
the annual battle. I breathe deeply, hold
the cool breeze in swollen lungs, then slowly pass
hissing exhaust between clenched teeth. This job overwhelms me; I spin
on the worn heel of my sneaker and stride
outside. Leaving the crisp, chilled, climate-
controlled cucoon of my apartment, I pause
on my porch and sniff the stale scent that portends
the first shower of spring. Dust hovers in the air, dankly
hanging where I can sense its stench, stagnant, smothering, suspended,
waiting for the rain that dances through Brownian space \
far above us. Heavy splats
of water dribble from the sky, smacking
my hair. Carefree, I skip between damp patches of concrete walk.
The first thunderclap retorts across my path, echoing from building
to building to building; the crescendo of its applause crackles. I leap
(like the year) over a stream of melting snow, listening
to the clouds sounding the toll of winter's passing, charging
each other for the privilege of the next blast.
I follow my feet, watching God wash
his chometz. Once more at my porch, I peer inside the door, return
to my Pesach preparations. With the window yawning wide open, I scrub
at grime and grit; it crumbles as the thunder
mumbles its agreement.
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Sorry about the really long line that had to be broken on the computer...
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djbroder (David J Broderick):
{from system: This user's .plan file is not world-readable}
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kjlin (What life?):
To walk around aimlessly until I find a burrito.
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rlcarr (Richard L. Carreiro):
Well, I guess we know who won....
ORIGINALLY FROM: rnewman@josquin.media.mit.edu (Ron Newman)
>A couple blocks up towards Harvard Square and across the street,
>Cambridge's only remaining Communist bookstore, Revolution Books,
>has moved in next door to its only Russian restaurant, Troyka.
>The front door sign says you can use your American Express or
>Optima card at Revolution Books.
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sao (Andy Oakland):
The world little knows or cares the storm through which you have
had to pass. It asks only if you brought the ship safely to port.
-Joseph Conrad
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sgw (stephen g. wadlow):
anyone who's ever had a heart
wouldn't turn around and break it
and anyone who's ever played a part
wouldn't turn around and hate it
sweet Jane, sweet Jane
yeah sweet sweet Jane
you're waiting for Jimmy down in the alley
waiting there for him to come back home
waiting down on the corner
and thinkin of ways to get back home
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
yeah sweet sweet Jane
anyone who's ever had a dream
anyone who's ever played a part
anyone who's ever been lonely
and anyone who's ever split apart
sweet Jane, sweet Jane
yeah sweet sweet Jane
heavenly whitened roses
seem to whisper to me when you smile
heavenly whitened roses
seem to whisper to me when you smile
La la la, la la la, etc...
sweet Jane
sweet sweet Jane
"sweet jane"
by Lou Reed
arrangement by Margo Timmins/Cowboy Junkies
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sorokin (Jessie Stickgold-Sarah):
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
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