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POETRY

nice, generic title... ok here goes. This isn't mine, and a lot of you will probably recognize it, but it's poetry, and it's how I feel right now...
Feel free to keep post!
Just a castaway; an island lost at sea, oh
Another lonely day with no one here but me, oh
More loneliness than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair, oh

I'll send an SOS to the world
I'll send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah

A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life but
Love can break your heart

I'll send an s.o.s. to the world
I'll send an s.o.s. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah

Walked out this morning, don't believe what I saw
Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore
Seems I'm not alone at being alone
Hundred billion castaways looking for a home

I'll send an s.o.s. to the world
I'll send an s.o.s. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah

Sending out at an s.o.s.
Sending out at an s.o.s.
Sending out at an s.o.s.
Sending out at an s.o.s.
Sending out at an s.o.s.
Sending out at an s.o.s...

-end-

By the way, if you want to hear some nice music, you can connect to my shoutcast server at  http://63.230.162.153:8000 (you need winamp or realplayer or some other streaming program to do this). I can only handle 10 listeners at a time, but I don't figure enough people will connect to make that an issue.
prairie fire 09.Dec.2002 17:30

Bill

A wild orgasm of anarchists
sweeping across the country
like a prairie fire

-- Richard M Nixon

Yeah, the disgraced president. Not even Mr. Grinch was irredemably lost. I quite fancy being a wild orgasm of anarchy.


Friends are not easy to find
In this desert place.

Almost everyone has sickened
From guarding nothing.

-- Hafiz


Isaiah lifted his arms, milk poured out his breasts.

Isaiah watched the milk pour like strings.

It poured up the Branch and across history
and down into people's lives and time.

The milk made Isaiah forget about righteousness.

As he fed the milk to small birds and animals
Isaiah thought only about their little lips.

-- Anne Carson, from 'The Book of Isaiah'


OK. I bought the book for this next passage, the wonderful images pivoting on one little sentence in the middle.


Now Isaiah had a hole in the place
where his howl had broken off.

All the while Isaiah walked,
Isaiah's heart was pouring out the hole.

One day Isaiah stopped.

Isaiah put his hand on the amputated place.

Isaiah's heart is small,
but in a way sacred,
said Isaiah,
I will save it.

Isaiah plugged the hole with millet and dung.

God watched Isaiah's saving action.

God was shaking like an olive tree.

Now or never, whispered God.

God reached down
and drew a line
on the floor of the desert
in front of Isaiah's feet.

Silence began.

Silence roared down the canals of Isaiah's ears
into his brain.

Isaiah was listening to the silence.

Deep under it was another sound
Isaiah could hear miles down.

A sort of ringing.

-- Anne Carson, from 'The Book of Isaiah'


"God was shaking like an olive tree." Not many of us get to save or destroy nations, or to be quoted and misquoted for 3000 years. All of us, from time to time, do get to make decisions potentially transcending ourselves or others around us.

Sometimes, karma holds its breath and hopes, "Now or never."
Sometimes, karma draws our attention in the sand.

Sometimes, we notice.
Sometimes, we clutch our fear and step across.

connection refused 10.Dec.2002 02:14

Bill

Your shoutcast server refuses to sing to me.

:-((

An extra verse for clamydia 10.Dec.2002 20:53

GRINGO STARS gringo_stars@attbi.com

I've always loved that song, and long ago I wrote an additional verse to it:

Now there are two of us
I'll never forget her name
I thought it'd be so much different
It's just the same

I'll send an s.o.s. to the world
I'll send an s.o.s. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah

Sending out at an s.o.s.
Sending out at an s.o.s.
Sending out at an s.o.s.
Sending out at an s.o.s.
Sending out at an s.o.s.
Sending out at an s.o.s...

City Image 11.Dec.2002 00:06

The Redcoat

City Image

A young black man
Basketball in hand
looking for a pickup game
at the swoosh court
at Powell Park

("Person of color"
wouldn't fit
the metre)