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JAS Carter
Sorry for the delay. It appears that herding poets is like herding
cats.
Errors in spacing are mine. My email program decided to left justify
everything. I tried to fix them before posting, but if I screwed
anything up, I apologize.
Blue whole
I plunge whistling
dark, knife-slide into water,
sinking fresh where I expected brine.
Basalt steals each blue glint
and cups the cold.
I shouldn't open underwater
eyes to swimmers like solar-dappled ponies
pacing by with waving manes,
or see the eclipse-line
bitten black at ankle depth--
my feet guillotined.
I know that divers sought
the water's source beneath the rock,
and none returned. Now I gaze
at invertebrate dark and long
to slip into the crevice of the spring,
free the bones of vanished wanderers
to the glaze of sunlight.
(Julie Carter)
Diving
Let your hands steeple
above the head, then fingers-first
cut the surface. You won't bleed,
and this water will take salt
out from your wounds.
While under, do not open
your eyes to the other baptisms,
the mermaid transformations, the hair
unraveling. Do not look down
to where water becomes night
and your feet appear lost -
you might be tempted.
Other divers have tried
to find the source of healing;
where does the water break
from? They are lost forever,
their bodies blue,
bloated and redeemed.
(Tiniap)
Diving
..so you are going to dive?
..well do it right then,
since everybody is watching,
since your wounds need healing,
since the water is holy,
since your life has come to this.
Stick your hands together.
Yes, over your head.
Now jump.. hitting the water fingers-first.
OK, I'll wait.
Great.
Now feel the water on your closed eyelids,
healing your wounds and draining their salt,
but don't look, or you will see visions.
Visions of mermaids, wafting their
golden tresses across your forehead.
Visions of baptisms in holy water.
Feel the water call to you from the deep,
a deep that will swallow and freeze you blue
if you let it.
Let it tease you.
Let it take you to the very edge.
Let your healing be complete.
(Tom Bishop)
Diving
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"As I went down in the river to pray
Studying about that good old way
And who shall wear the starry crown
Good Lord, show me the way"
Traditional Spiritual
so i'm going to dive
discovering the color
of god and water
holy words
healing my wounds
draining the visions
of wages and sin
with a drowning jesus
dripping from my hair
i won't feel sadness
when i swallow
only the loneliness
of god and water
a simple crucifixion
in an act of diving
(jr sherman)
Diving
So i'm going to dive
discover the color
of god and water.
holy words
healing my wounds
draining the visions
of wages and sin
Swimming with christ
through cross-count currents
So is the crime the sadness
the salvation of
complex crucifixions
and the promise of
god and water
in an act of diving
With drowning jesus
dripping from my hair
i won't feel sadness
when i swallow
only the loneliness
of god and water
a simple crucifixion
in an act of diving
(Michael Cook)
Baptism and the Diving Bell
Amare et sapere vix deo conceditur.
The hour can no longer be determined by watches,
only the slow click cable ringing out the depth
os testament to the falling, to the adventure,
to the deep.
At depth, valves begin to whistle. The tether
creaks. Beads of water suddenly () along the
weld lines and the air of breath is poisoned
by the air of breath.
Angels now sing in the firmament, bluebirds
in a blue pool of sky now dance until the port
that was looked out becomes a solid eye
and the voices that sang become a single song.
(Tom Woolery)
Amare et sapere vix deo conceditur
The hour can no longer be determined by watches:
the whistle-click of dolphins outside the sinking
spiderbell bubbles past and up: and this my prison
halts and swings. Drifts.
I am identified.
I float here, object.
The air of my breath keeps me safe,
pushes mirrorskin against the dark.
I must not swing. The bell is not for ringing.
I have rebreathed the air of my breath.
And the air of my breath is no longer air
( there is a
word
for this: from the Greek.
The Greek to breathe
hard, to
labour over
breath)
but
I might drown more easy
in salt and water:
in the dark and not this mocking mirrorbright.
There is no air in the air of my breath.
This is the sphere that sings
in the blinded eye;
voiceless, for there is no air.
Still I may not swing. There is a
word
for this.
(sophie)
Time is not told by watches,
past my cell-by date
but still barred from movement,
I see only dull things
Here I am,
floating
protest.
Breathing heavily,
I remember my vows,
"I shall forsake all others
I shall not swing".
The Belle is not for swinging
but I rebreathe
her hair and breast.
The hair on my head
is no longer there.
There is a word for this-
Bald.
The Singing Sphere
no atmosphere,
no swinging
There is a word for this-
Dead
(Michael Wolkind)
Time is not told by watches,
past my best-before date: see end.
Movement restricted by cells,
I see only dull things.
Here I am,
protest,
breathing heavily.
The vows I made
recede, slow as gums.
We meet again
for the first time,
and I rebreathe
your warming smile.
My teeth no longer
belong to me,
made of resin,
they fit too well.
The Void in The Vacuum,
no singing,
no floating;
there is a word for this.
(Dean Harkness)
Time is motion
not just the sweeping hands
of watches and mimes
Quartz electrons jump
wordless, breathless
voiding the cold
Resinating teeth,
time pushes back
gumlines, hairlines
To the edges
of your smile
(Colin Ward)
Time
The golem grip
of a mime's hand
offers a tuned
ridge of cold
quartz to grind
the sharp edge
of your smile.
(Peter J. Ross)
--
Julie Carter
You put Ohiohills in; you take the Yahoo out;
you put Ohiohills in and you type your message out.
You do the hokey pokey and you drop Julie a line.
That's what email's about.
Peter J Ross
alt.arts.poetry.comments removed the following benign growth from JAS
Carter:
>Sorry for the delay. It appears that herding poets is like herding
>cats.
In that case, opening a tin of food - any kind of food - would have
got our full attention.
<snip>
>Blue whole
I remember this from a year ago!
I still like it; I still think the two images in the middle pull a
little too hard in different directions.
<snip>
Please,
please,
please please /please/
stay and play with us.
PJR :-)
RSommo
R.
(reading through again)
"JAS Carter" <jsgo...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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Michael Cook
"Great minds."
Parallel genius.. Something like that,
The rest of ya'll did, ok
mdc
"JAS Carter" <jsgo...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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Sorry for the delay. It appears that herding poets is like herding
j r sherman
says...
>
>Me and jr did a hell of a job
>"Great minds."
>Parallel genius.. Something like that,
>The rest of ya'll did, ok
>
> mdc
what do you mean "me" and j r?
:D
i think we should thank Julie for her efforts. for all those said efforts, if i
could, i'd give the Tribe a new manager.
where have you gone, Mike Hargrove, a city turns it's lonely eyes to you.
most sincerely,
j r sherman
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"A sad tale's best for winter: I have one
Of sprites and goblins."
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Michael Cook
J r and I
And yes Ms Julie did the impossible she got this bunch to work together.
(ours is still the best)
they still play ball in Cleveland?
"j r sherman" < wrote in message:
Zinc
> cats.
I only guessed 2 and a half people correctly.
Hopefully I'll have the balls to play next time (if there is one) the football's
flat and the volleyball has sand pits.
Colin Ward
wrote:
>
>Sorry for the delay. It appears that herding poets is like herding
>cats.
>
>Errors in spacing are mine. My email program decided to left justify
>everything. I tried to fix them before posting, but if I screwed
>anything up, I apologize.
<Repeated aquatic themes snipped>
Sheesh. First I had to follow Dean's graceful
knuckler here...
...and then PJR's poem is SHORTER than MINE???
What's the world coming to?
Great work, everyone. A neat idea, Julie.
Was fun.
The other Colin
Bindi
wunnerful!
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and taste good
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Rosa Rugosa
This is rilly cool!
DRHarkness
Again please?! Very interesting to see the slow change - the bits people
kept et. cet.
Dean.
"JAS Carter" spake thus:
sophie
>
>Sorry for the delay. It appears that herding poets is like herding
>cats.
eh ben ça valait la peine, quoi!
this was terrific. fun to play, fun to read.
I remember yours from the first time round and like it just as much now.
I'm also particularly impressed by Tom's and Andrew's.
which reminds me,
TOM!! ANDREW!!
WHERE ARE YOU??
--
sophie
sophie
<snip>
>
><snip>
>
>Please,
what he said
>
>please,
what he said
>
>please please /please/
what he said
>
>stay and play with us.
what he said.
twice.
--
sophie
sophie
>"JAS Carter" <jsgo...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
>news:3d2ddf96....@News.CIS.DFN.DE...
>>
>> Sorry for the delay. It appears that herding poets is like herding
>> cats.
><snip fascinating works>
>
>I only guessed 2 and a half people correctly.
who were they then?
>
>Hopefully I'll have the balls to play next time (if there is one) the
>football's
>flat and the volleyball has sand pits.
>
>
--
sophie
Zinc
"sophie" <sophiej...@blueyonder.co.uk> wrote in message
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> Zinc <zin...@honospamtmail.com> said
> >"JAS Carter" <jsgo...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
> >news:3d2ddf96....@News.CIS.DFN.DE...
> >>
> >> Sorry for the delay. It appears that herding poets is like herding
> >> cats.
> ><snip fascinating works>
> >
> >I only guessed 2 and a half people correctly.
>
> who were they then?
I'm not sure if I should tell. The *style* of a poet shouldn't be exposed by
rude motherfuckers - that's what I always say anyway.
I /will/ say that the 'half' was a mistaking of two very good poets IMHO when I
didn't know the participants.
JAS Carter
J Ross <p...@britishlibrary.net> brought glad tidings:
>On Mon, 01 Jul 2002 19:02:56 -0400, the surgeons of
>alt.arts.poetry.comments removed the following benign growth from JAS
>Carter:
>
>>Sorry for the delay. It appears that herding poets is like herding
>>cats.
>
>In that case, opening a tin of food - any kind of food - would have
>got our full attention.
Here, have some Chef Boyardee.
>>Blue whole
>
>I remember this from a year ago!
>
>I still like it; I still think the two images in the middle pull a
>little too hard in different directions.
I think it's a pile of tripe. Tripe, I say!
Gee, I don't think my courses in positive thinking have taken effect
yet.
><snip>
>
>Please,
>
>please,
>
>please please /please/
>
>stay and play with us.
You are the fuzzy ball of wool.
I am the kitten.
Julie Carter
--
You put Ohiohills in; you take the Yahoo out;
you put Ohiohills in and you type your message out.
You do the Hokey Pokey and you drop Julie a line.
That's what email's about!
JAS Carter
<sophiej...@blueyonder.co.uk> brought glad tidings:
You really wouldn't want me. I'm excessively cranky, crotchety, and
entirely likely to rip someone's arm off and beat them with the bloody
end.
Gah.
This world would be okay if it just had caffeinated air.
Julie Carter
--
You put Ohiohills in; you take the Yahoo out;
you put Ohiohills in and you type your message out.
You do the Hokey Pokey and you drop Julie a line.
That's what email's about!
JAS Carter
<robin...@attbi.com> brought glad tidings:
>Fabulous! Fabulous! Do it again! Please?! I want to play!
>
>R.
>(reading through again)
I'll do it again, but there will be ground rules this time!
Slackers and smart alecks need not apply!
Oh, wait. That pretty much counts aapc out, doesn't it?
Julie Carter
--
You put Ohiohills in; you take the Yahoo out;
you put Ohiohills in and you type your message out.
You do the Hokey Pokey and you drop Julie a line.
That's what email's about!
JAS Carter
Cook" <coo...@ameritech.net> brought glad tidings:
>Me and jr did a hell of a job
>"Great minds."
>Parallel genius.. Something like that,
>The rest of ya'll did, ok
The idea that anyone is jr's parallel is, well, terrifying.
Julie Carter
--
You put Ohiohills in; you take the Yahoo out;
you put Ohiohills in and you type your message out.
You do the Hokey Pokey and you drop Julie a line.
That's what email's about!
JAS Carter
<jr...@earthlink.net> brought glad tidings:
>i think we should thank Julie for her efforts. for all those said efforts, if i
>could, i'd give the Tribe a new manager.
How about just a new owner and new general manager? Huh? HUH?
>where have you gone, Mike Hargrove, a city turns it's lonely eyes to you.
I dunno. Hargrove couldn't out-pitch Bartolo.
*sniffle*
Julie Carter
--
You put Ohiohills in; you take the Yahoo out;
you put Ohiohills in and you type your message out.
You do the Hokey Pokey and you drop Julie a line.
That's what email's about!
JAS Carter
<zin...@honospamtmail.com> brought glad tidings:
>"JAS Carter" <jsgo...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
>news:3d2ddf96....@News.CIS.DFN.DE...
>>
>> Sorry for the delay. It appears that herding poets is like herding
>> cats.
><snip fascinating works>
>
>I only guessed 2 and a half people correctly.
Just tell me, am I the halfperson?
Eek.
Julie Carter
--
You put Ohiohills in; you take the Yahoo out;
you put Ohiohills in and you type your message out.
You do the Hokey Pokey and you drop Julie a line.
That's what email's about!
JAS Carter
Ward <kal...@mts.net> brought glad tidings:
> ...and then PJR's poem is SHORTER than MINE???
And it didn't have any words I had to look up.
> What's the world coming to?
Hell in the proverbial handbasket, Colin.
> Great work, everyone. A neat idea, Julie.
>Was fun.
Yay.
Julie Carter
--
You put Ohiohills in; you take the Yahoo out;
you put Ohiohills in and you type your message out.
You do the Hokey Pokey and you drop Julie a line.
That's what email's about!
JAS Carter
<Bin...@bigpond.com.au> brought glad tidings:
>Oooooo!
>wunnerful!
Yay!
Julie Carter
--
You put Ohiohills in; you take the Yahoo out;
you put Ohiohills in and you type your message out.
You do the Hokey Pokey and you drop Julie a line.
That's what email's about!
JAS Carter
Rugosa <rosa1...@yahoo.com> brought glad tidings:
>*applause*
>This is rilly cool!
I figured by this time it would be a bit of an anti-climax.
Julie Carter
--
You put Ohiohills in; you take the Yahoo out;
you put Ohiohills in and you type your message out.
You do the Hokey Pokey and you drop Julie a line.
That's what email's about!
JAS Carter
"DRHarkness" <dhar...@ukonline.co.uk> brought glad tidings:
>Yay Julie! It was all worth it in the end! Can't wait for the next one!
>Again please?! Very interesting to see the slow change - the bits people
>kept et. cet.
We'll do it again, soon.
After I buy a cattle prod.
Julie Carter
--
You put Ohiohills in; you take the Yahoo out;
you put Ohiohills in and you type your message out.
You do the Hokey Pokey and you drop Julie a line.
That's what email's about!
JAS Carter
<sophiej...@blueyonder.co.uk> brought glad tidings:
>JAS Carter <jsgo...@yahoo.com> said
>>
>>Sorry for the delay. It appears that herding poets is like herding
>>cats.
>
>eh ben ca valait la peine, quoi!
Same to ya!
>this was terrific. fun to play, fun to read.
>I remember yours from the first time round and like it just as much now.
>I'm also particularly impressed by Tom's and Andrew's.
>which reminds me,
>TOM!! ANDREW!!
>WHERE ARE YOU??
The aliens have been here again.
Julie Carter
--
You put Ohiohills in; you take the Yahoo out;
you put Ohiohills in and you type your message out.
You do the Hokey Pokey and you drop Julie a line.
That's what email's about!
j r sherman
>
>On Tue, 02 Jul 2002 04:24:48 GMT, in alt.arts.poetry.comments "Michael
>Cook" <coo...@ameritech.net> brought glad tidings:
>
>>Me and jr did a hell of a job
>>"Great minds."
>>Parallel genius.. Something like that,
>>The rest of ya'll did, ok
>
>The idea that anyone is jr's parallel is, well, terrifying.
>
CONGRATULATIONS, MS. JULIE CARTER!!!!
Yes! You're the ONE MILLIONETH PERSON to express this EXACT sentiment!
(even my mom has, like, numbers 1-through 239,009 on this list!)
Don! Tell Julie what's she's gonna win!!!!)
(That's right, Julie, as this week's winner you've won an ALL EXPENSES PAID trip
to beautiful, but ugly FLORIDA, USA! Immediately after you've arrived in the
Sunshine-Cracker state you'll be provided with TWO studly/hunky Mafia hit men
and a map to the home of Florida's most famous jerks, where you'll be allowed to
wreck havoc and destroy lives AT WILL for as long as you desire!)
Isn't that GREAT, Don?
(Yes it is, j r, and that's not all Julie will win! no, friends, no, she'll also
receive a Sony 500 SC Camcorder to record all the fun-filled events of her time
in Florida. RECORD the last moments of Florida's most famous jerks as they beg
for mercy and cry for their lives. Nothing captures the happy memories like the
Sony 500 SC!)
thanks, Don, and thank you, Julie, and thank you, Mr. and Mrs America and all
the ships at sea!
>Julie Carter
>
>--
>
>You put Ohiohills in; you take the Yahoo out;
>you put Ohiohills in and you type your message out.
>You do the Hokey Pokey and you drop Julie a line.
>That's what email's about!
now this is inspired!
most sincerely,
j r sherman
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Peter J Ross
alt.arts.poetry.comments removed the following benign growth from JAS
Carter:
>You really wouldn't want me. I'm excessively cranky, crotchety, and
>entirely likely to rip someone's arm off and beat them with the bloody
>end.
So what's your objection to Usenet then?
>Gah.
>
>This world would be okay if it just had caffeinated air.
Even better! We have caffeinated trolls here!
PJR :-)
Peter J Ross
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<snip>
> ...and then PJR's poem is SHORTER than MINE???
The next in the sequence, Claude's poem "untitled", was shorter still.
Seven lines shorter than mine. Claude's poem was futurist, or
situationist, or far-too-pist, or something like that.
Did you notice that coldness was a theme all the way from Julie's to
mine?
PJR :-)
and sophie's is probably my favourite
Zinc
> On Tue, 02 Jul 2002 06:21:13 GMT, in alt.arts.poetry.comments "Zinc"
> <zin...@honospamtmail.com> brought glad tidings:
>
> >"JAS Carter" <jsgo...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
> >news:3d2ddf96....@News.CIS.DFN.DE...
> >>
> >> Sorry for the delay. It appears that herding poets is like herding
> >> cats.
> ><snip fascinating works>
> >
> >I only guessed 2 and a half people correctly.
>
> Just tell me, am I the halfperson?
>
> Eek.
No, no, just a glitch in my software again :)
Joy Yourcenar
wrote:
I'm excessively cranky, crotchety, and
bloody
***end.
***
*
***Julie Carter
Gosh, I feel like a kid again. Are you my mother?
Joy
Joy Yourcenar
Mythologies www.evolvingbeauty.com/myth
icon/graphy www.evolvingbeauty.com/icon
I never did give anybody hell. I just told the truth, and they thought it was hell.
-- Harry S Truman
Joy Yourcenar
wrote:
***On Tue, 2 Jul 2002 17:02:28 +0000 (UTC), in
alt.arts.poetry.comments
***"DRHarkness" <dhar...@ukonline.co.uk> brought glad tidings:
***
***>Yay Julie! It was all worth it in the end! Can't wait for the
next one!
***>Again please?! Very interesting to see the slow change - the bits
people
***>kept et. cet.
***
***We'll do it again, soon.
***
***After I buy a cattle prod.
***Julie Carter
Julie, duckling, you're not thinking. Remember when we were wracking
our brains trying to figure out what the Throne of Spam lacked? How
could we have missed a cattle prod?!? Is Lorinda still in charge of
cabal premium points? I'm sure I have enough to get my cattle prod!
Joy
I'm thinking chrome and black leather
Gwyneth Box
JAS Carter wrote:
Hi Julie,
I just wanted to say thanks for organising this.
If you do another one I will try and play, but I'm
erratically very busy and not to be depended on.
(Oh, and add my name to the list of those who wish
you'd stay around.)
g.
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> Sorry for the delay. It appears that herding poets is like herding
> cats.
>
> Errors in spacing are mine. My email program decided to left justify
> everything. I tried to fix them before posting, but if I screwed
> anything up, I apologize.
>
> Blue whole
(snip)