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skye

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Apr 10, 2000, 3:00:00 AM4/10/00
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I am the teacher, you are the student.
I am the teacher you are the student. I
am the teacher you are the student I am
the teacher you are the student I am the
teacher you are the student I am the teacher
you are the student I am the teacher you are
The student I am, the teacher you are.


skye
NADA MIND PRESS
1995


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Before you buy.

Kelly Erlandson

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Love it! I am enjoying all your posts and arguments and lengthy diatribes
and fun-poking. I can't help but wonder, don't you have a day job?
Sheesh your output is amazing. -Kelly

: I am the teacher, you are the student.

Poet Goddess

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I agree Kelly, skye must not do anything but post to the ng all day! This
is a great poem though. I'm impressed that such a simple statement can make
such a thought provoking poem.
Laura

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gnarl

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Most curious, skye.
Is this what you must write on the blackboard when caught chewing gum in Zen
class?

g.

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Tenazpadre1

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Apr 11, 2000, 3:00:00 AM4/11/00
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Gave me a snide, well one of those **** type grins reading this. hhmmm...I
like.

caryl pinoak

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skye <westx...@my-deja.com> in : 8ct8lj$ie3$1...@nnrp1.deja.com...

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> I am the teacher you are the student. I
> am the teacher you are the student I am
> the teacher you are the student I am the
> teacher you are the student I am the teacher
> you are the student I am the teacher you are
> The student I am, the teacher you are.
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This left me speechless...
So simle, so deep...
Mutally mutely,
caryl

skye

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Apr 11, 2000, 3:00:00 AM4/11/00
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heyaeiou gnarl;

precisemente!!
i have found it a kind of mantra at times to refocus my wandering chi,
which to be truthful, has quite a habit of wandering away from me; at
times i then use it as a summons, although it serves equal duty as
curse, profound commentary on the exigencies of breathing, response to
telemarketing enquiries spoken with flat monosyllabic drone intonation,
and as *ZenDen(TM)* graphiti scrawled on the walls, fences, bridges,
and other artifacts of the autorepublocraticdemotechnocracy's
transglobal-corporate infrastructure; i have also used it as the
central image in a large series of figure/ground oil paintings, part of
the DroneZone work i did in 96/97; i hope to continue work on this
series later this year, time and space and schedule permitting;

thanks for reading/reflecting/commenting;
happy trails;
grt/regrdz;
skye
:)(:

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"gnarl" <gn...@olypen.com> wrote:
> Most curious, skye.
> Is this what you must write on the blackboard when caught chewing gum
in Zen
> class?
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> g.
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> skye <westx...@my-deja.com> wrote in message

> news:8ct8lj$ie3$1...@nnrp1.deja.com...


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skye

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Apr 11, 2000, 3:00:00 AM4/11/00
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heyaeiou goddesss;

i'm tickled it provoked/enchanted/enthused/inspired/attracted your
attention and elicited your generous response;
thanx/regrdz;
skye
(:

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"Poet Goddess" <godde...@hotmail.com> wrote:
> I agree Kelly, skye must not do anything but post to the ng all day!
This
> is a great poem though. I'm impressed that such a simple statement
can make
> such a thought provoking poem.
> Laura
>
> Kelly Erlandson <k...@falcon.inetnebr.com> wrote in message
> news:DXpI4.147$3E5...@newsfeed.slurp.net...
> >
> > Love it! I am enjoying all your posts and arguments and lengthy
diatribes
> > and fun-poking. I can't help but wonder, don't you have a day job?
> > Sheesh your output is amazing. -Kelly
> >
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> > : I am the teacher, you are the student.


> > : I am the teacher you are the student. I
> > : am the teacher you are the student I am
> > : the teacher you are the student I am the
> > : teacher you are the student I am the teacher
> > : you are the student I am the teacher you are
> > : The student I am, the teacher you are.
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skye

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heyaeiou tenazpadre;

i'm pleased it thunked yer parietal happy-bone!;
thanx fer sayin so;
good/regrdz;
skye
(:

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skye

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heyai caryl;

i'm real thrilled this humble offering reached across the
electromagnetic spectrum to tumble before your gracious eyes and find a
deeppool to ripple there. . . . . . .

pleasant/regrdz;
skye
:)(:

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> > I am the teacher you are the student. I
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> > the teacher you are the student I am the
> > teacher you are the student I am the teacher
> > you are the student I am the teacher you are
> > The student I am, the teacher you are.
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> This left me speechless...
> So simle, so deep...
> Mutally mutely,
> caryl
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> > skye
> > NADA MIND PRESS
> > 1995
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Panda

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Hi Skye!
this is great.

I am the Panda


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> The student I am, the teacher you are.
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Rick Fry

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skye wrote:
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> I am the teacher, you are the student.
> I am the teacher you are the student. I
> am the teacher you are the student I am
> the teacher you are the student I am the
> teacher you are the student I am the teacher
> you are the student I am the teacher you are
> The student I am, the teacher you are.
>
> skye
> NADA MIND PRESS
> 1995
>
> Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/
> Before you buy.

--


This is not poetry, you are a poet!
Poet this is not, poetry, you are a....?
A poet this is not, poetry you are!

R.F.


"What a privilege to be a part of it all. Where (else) could any

of us openly browse through poetry books, and talk to the

authors, any time of day."

p*hookie

Janice

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Apr 12, 2000, 3:00:00 AM4/12/00
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skye, such a point, yes and it's within this concenter, I wish to reside.

janice e.

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skye

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In article <DXpI4.147$3E5...@newsfeed.slurp.net>,

Kelly Erlandson <k...@falcon.inetnebr.com> wrote:
>
> Love it! I am enjoying all your posts and arguments and lengthy
diatribes
> and fun-poking. I can't help but wonder, don't you have a day job?
> Sheesh your output is amazing. -Kelly

hey kelly;

your semi-jocular query about whether i don't have a day job is a bit
amusing, and provides an opportunity to elaborate on some kind of non-
pro-forma reply;

caryl asked a similiar question in response to "Illigitimate Poetry
Contest", so much of this is taken from my answer back to her;

the short answer is: i'm not sure if there IS or CAN be a short answer,
how about that? the question begs the question of what a "job" is; i
suppose i have a non-traditional view of life as a sort of work-in-
progress, in which the many jobs and duties we (i) do are all part of a
larger dance; certainly, i've worked at many traditional "jobs" in my
lifetime, but i don't define myself in those terms, resisting the trend
towards a simplistic titling based on what one does for a "living"; i
don't really fit any of the standard categories; nor, do i WISH to,
except perhaps for the title of "Poet/artist/writer", which in my
view, subsumes the entire issue of a life well-lived and considered;

now i COULD say:
WRT to my "output", : i don't have a secretary, but i HAVE been clocked
(when i was younger, true) at 220 w/m with 97% accuracy (but i only
think at about 70-120 wpm), OR i could say i make extensive use of a
voice recognition program with a vocabulary of about 170,000 words,
that i have trained to a reasonable 94% reliability @ 170 spoken words
per minute (i am able to make the program differentiate between "fer"
and "for", and "heyaeio" and "hey", for instance, but still have to do
cursory prooofreads (!) and add *'s or parenthesis/quote-marks and
dashes, but i programmed for semicolon instead of periods, because i
don't *think* with periods; my words are usually run-on-sentences; but
i DO put in my own line breaks), AND/OR i could say that i am a 17
yr/old working on my master's in creative writing at a small well-
regarded/not-unknown university (which shall remain anonymous) OR i
could say i operate a 90 foot ocean trawler with my partner on split-
seasons and so have several-month blocks of time to enjoy the leisure
of my remote cabin/lodge forested-mountain retreat indulgence with my
local sourdough friends and dogs and books and writing and on-line
dialogue with friends around the world (i'm a bit *ha!* of a rough-
edged misfit and don't take to polite society very well, if at all, and
vice-versa) OR i could say i am a roving semi-freelance motorcycle
photojournalist who has written stories for Easy Rider, Rolling Stone,
American Motorcycle Classics, HD News, the NY Post (among many many
others) and whose main beat is the rally/cruise/events (like the annual
Bike Week in Daytona)/Tours (like the Classic Sturgis,
SD)/rodeos/antique&swap meets/poker-runs (like the world-famous Redwood
Run)/campouts (like the Greensprings Run in
oregon)/competitions/tradeshows/etc./circuit, OR i could say i am the
semi-retired owner/operator of a late-model peterbilt semi/trailer rig
and work when it suits me, and when it don't or the weather is crummy
or the sun especially pretty i take mini-vacation campouts/excursions
and read/write in my notebooks and compose on my laptop and
download/uplink at cybercafes and isp trucker terminals along the road,
OR i could say that i am a Rainbow Tribe Volunteer Site Scout and
coordinator for local, regional and national Gathering/Events and so
travel a lot and have long laid-back periods to write and reflect and
enjoy homegrown music/feasts with my many friends who host my extended
visits, OR i could say i am a multi/mixed media artist who has been
working on he/is interactive work-in-progress performance piece
"Paperweight" for the last 4 years in 6-month increments, whose modest
sales of medium and large astrogeometaphysical landscape paintings at
several upscale galleries allow enough freedom from financial
obligation to paint and write and rent rural/urban industrial-loft
warehouse space for working when/where/as needed, OR i could say i am
actually a computer programmer/systems analyst in Seattle whose
programs are so good that they mostly do her work for her, giving me
time to surf the web and write poetry and stuff, OR i could say that
i'm actually a Character Personae *skye* program written by a team of
brilliant Information Scientist/engineers, one of among 16 AI candidate
constructs globally undergoing real-world 2-year trials to prove the
concept of an interactive/self-programming synthetic intelligence,
based in a research/archive facility outside of Duluth, Mn. (random
algorithms designed to replicate/mimic flaws as/per human performance,
ie.: spelling errors, logical/grammatical errors, distractions, petty
tantrums, obsessions, angers, frustrations, indulgences, hopes,
information-retrieval difficulties and/or gaps in knowledge (but don't
try to trick me with questions because the whole POINT is to
demonstrate that one cannot conclusively identify between an AI and
human subject interaction, eh?) OR i'm a well-published (but anon.)
writer of novels (retrogothpunk-scifi/historical-romance/epic/action-
adventure), children's stories, short stories, and portry, so i often
spend 12-18 hour days/weeks in front of my terminal and so click on the
newsgroups to keep me distracted/sharp/from getting bored with the
writing while sometimes working on 6 different document files@sametime
(hence the blend of themes and degrees of focus found in my replies
sometimes), OR i'm a journalist based in Denver who writes for the
Nation, among other magazines/publications/newspapers, and travels a
lot around the world, OR i'm a misfit/outsider/loner mostly self-
educated well-read world-traveler wordsmith-songwriter/performer who
long ago dropped out of society and travels by thumb and rail and
steamship and airplane to exotic locations around the world, sleeping
on the beaches and parks and under bridges and in the Sally-
Ann/Goodwill shelters, playing my guitar for necessities and kicks and
reciting streetcorner poetry (wrote/read my first streetpoetry in
Berkeley, about 1970), generally acting like the footloose
irresponsible boy i've always wanted to be, taking advantage of public
library WWW terminals to publish my poems and comments on RAP and AAPC
and talking with folks from around the world and generally digging it
very much, thank you!, OR i'm a hermit holed up in an *undisclosed-
location* mountain/forest wilderness retreat whose sole link to the
"world" is via landline access through an isp, OR i'm the semi-retired
owner/developer of a fairly-successful software development company
with enough leisure time and modest means to indulge my interest in
writing/reading/correspondence, OR i'm a poor garret-ridden semi-
deranged Obsessive/Compulsive madwo/man wannabe poet/writer pounding
the keyboard in an attempt to write the next epic grand-mal joycean
novel/poem, perhaps entitled, "Voices from the Aether: My Life as an
Outrider for the Buddhafields Expeditions" er somesuch, OR i am the
obscure (anon, for obvious reasons), publisher/contributing editor of
a/several small press company(s) of innovative/off-the-edge
prose/poetry/writing scouting the talent and keeping my
critical/poetical aesthetics practiced, OR i am a disabled veteran
stuck in an institution somewhere and this medium is the only way i can
positively interact with the greater world of ideas and feelings and
loves and hopes and dreams and lives lived and worlds imagined and
things shared and people who are touched and occasionally, if i'm real
real lucky and blessed with enough brain cells and my isp access isn't
denied, i'm able to BE touched too, OR i'm a cultural anthropologist
who spends half-a-year or so doing field research around the country
(USA) and in a few other parts of the world (yucatan, mozambique,
australia, peru, columbia, ecuador, canada, costa-rica, etc.) and then
compiles field notes, does archive research, collaborates with other
anthrologists, attends seminars, writes journal articles, etc., but
also has an identity as *skye* which s/he keeps private from he/is
colleauges, especially the dept. head who thinks poetry and
ethno/cultural/physical-anthropology are comPLETELY incompatable and
might ruin he/is chances for tenure, OR i am a retired professor of
Philosophy/Religion who pads his humble retirement abode with a well-
stocked library of all the books s/he always wanted to read but never
got around to, and enjoys the convenient but challenging camraderie and
exchange of ideas the Web provides, OR i'm a collaborative writing
project by a small group of Grad students who think they are into a
real neat thing here with this *skye* thang, having developed a real,
deep, potent, dreamy, introspective, alive, engaging, critical, sharp,
whimsical, combative, semi-humouirous, elegantly-flawed,
psychologically-complex, ex-biker/protomysterious,
Keroauc/Rexroth/Snyder-beat kinda wispy-goateed kinda
sage/rebel/prophet/sinner-saint cosmic-boxcar-hobo/poet character of
the transgalactic airways writing "Letters: RetroPostModern Manifesto:
Words in Search of an
Identity/Author"........................................................
...........................................................
(who knows, maybe a book deal down the road?; after all, grad school
ain't cheap, and when student loans come due......)
OR, i'm a temporarily unemployed carpenter/heavy equipment operator who
likes to write and dreams of becoming a published outsider poet
someday, and whose favorite authors as a child were Frost, Sandburg,
London, Whitman and Thoreau, OR i'm just an ordinary *guy* who likes to
read "all" aforementioned authors, including: (off the top of my head)
Leon Uris, Saul Bellow, Ernnst K Ghan, Greg Bear, Roger Zelazny, Ursula
K LeGuin, Thomas Pynchon, Norman Mailer, Arthur C Clarke, William
Burroughs, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Timothy Ferris, Stephen Hawking,
Roger Penrose, Herman Wauk, Irwin Shaw, Joseph Heller, Hunter Thompson,
Friedrich Nietzche, Allan Ginsberg, Franz Kafka, Ken Kesy, Truman
Capote, Tom Wolfe, Kurt Vonnegut, Herman Hesse, Mark Twain, John
Updike, E. Hemingway, Joseph Conrad, Dostoevsky, Tolstoy (yes, i have
read war and peace), William Blake, James Joyce, George Orwell, Henri
Chierre (pappilon and Banco), John Grisham, John Steinbeck, Gary
Jennings (Journeyer and Azteca), Ralph Ellison, Erica Jong, Camille
Paglia, John Balzar, Denise Levertov, Jan Keroauac, and uh, damn; i'm
tired; lotz more, ok?, OR i'm incarcerated in an enlightened country-
club lockdown with personal-use 24/7/54 isp access, for non-dangerous
"intellectual crimes" (PERHAPS i just wanted to see how far into the
pentegon's Maxewell 23-C11 i could get, but they sent a very clever
digidog to follow my backtrail and it got past my security zone) and so
have a LOT of personal time to chat on the web and develop my writing,
maybe even to write some of them books i've always wanted to write but
never got around to; well, i'll have 8 more years to write 'em, least
if the parole board doesn't make a sudden change of heart and let me
outta here because i have "rehabilitated" myself, part of which i'm
hoping to do with all this correspondence (i have several newsgroup
identities, never more than one in a group, including alt.physics,
alt.relativity, alt.rec.motorcycles.touring.hd; i ride a lot of
highways in my dreams, i tell ya!) OR i'm a career security guard with
a lot of seniority working the cushy swing shift with a lot of overtime
who gets to sit in front of a bank of video security/surveillance
monitors all night/day with nothing to do but surf the web and make
hourly rounds (a very boring job but they pay me VERY well and don't
mind the hours i occupy writing my opus online through/w/help from
usenet groups) OR
(you get the idea: i could be ANY one of these "people", or just parts
of "them", but i'm definitely in there; i just ain't gonna be more
explicit than that, ok?)
i kind of like the ambiguity of not defining oneself as a finished
"product", so the analogue with work-in-progress is quite fitting;
who knows? perhaps these writings will become a page in that ever-
written novel which is an artist's legacy; as indeed, perhaps consider
the entire usenet archives as a chronicle/record of what we felt and
wrote and "said", archived in Borge's Library, the comprehensive
unabridged collection of every
word/note/message/book/transcript/catalouge/record/memo/poem EVER
written by ANYONE/THING EVER: sort of a repository of anti-entropy in a
digital state, held in stasis against the decay of chaos probing
fingers;
or something like that;
been fun;
thanks for reading and diggin' it;
regrdz;
skye
:)(:
NADA MIND PRESS
04/12/00

Mary Sands

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Apr 13, 2000, 3:00:00 AM4/13/00
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Heya, skye. This reminds me of something you wrote way back when,
about "who are you" or "who am I"? I loved that, and love this.

I'm sure that you are all these things and more. You might add the
popular "day job" of a poet down in Mexico at a garbage dump. Those
guys do not get enough credit.

Mary


In article <8d1thv$fbd$1...@nnrp1.deja.com>,


skye <westx...@my-deja.com> wrote:
> In article <DXpI4.147$3E5...@newsfeed.slurp.net>,
> Kelly Erlandson <k...@falcon.inetnebr.com> wrote:
> >
> > Love it! I am enjoying all your posts and arguments and lengthy
> diatribes
> > and fun-poking. I can't help but wonder, don't you have a day job?
> > Sheesh your output is amazing. -Kelly
>
> hey kelly;
>
> your semi-jocular query about whether i don't have a day job is a bit
> amusing, and provides an opportunity to elaborate on some kind of non-
> pro-forma reply;
>
> caryl asked a similiar question in response to "Illigitimate Poetry
> Contest", so much of this is taken from my answer back to her;
>
> the short answer is: i'm not sure if there IS or CAN be a short
answer,
> how about that? the question begs the question of what a "job" is; i
> suppose i have a non-traditional view of life as a sort of work-in-
> progress, in which the many jobs and duties we (i) do are all part of
a

> larger dance; <etc.>
--
Beat Generation News
http://www.beatnews.org

skye

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Apr 13, 2000, 3:00:00 AM4/13/00
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heya mary!

say, thanx; ya know, i don't remember that "who are you" or "who am i"
thyng At ALL; but thanks for taking the notice and thumbs up; diggit;

dbl/regrdz;
skye

darn; i wuz gonna keep that one kinda private; who sed? yeah, wouldn't
be ennybody left in a month if the garbage haulers didn't do their
duty; oh, i remember now, THAT one, yeah; all of a sudden i; nevr mind;
i keep that one for my passportidentikit; comes in real handy; hell, i
didn't list the DAY jobs, he-he.....
s


In article <8d36cu$soo$1...@nnrp1.deja.com>,


Mary Sands <beat...@earthlink.net> wrote:
> Heya, skye. This reminds me of something you wrote way back when,
> about "who are you" or "who am I"? I loved that, and love this.
>
> I'm sure that you are all these things and more. You might add the
> popular "day job" of a poet down in Mexico at a garbage dump. Those
> guys do not get enough credit.
>
> Mary
>
> In article <8d1thv$fbd$1...@nnrp1.deja.com>,
> skye <westx...@my-deja.com> wrote:

> > In article <DXpI4.147$3E5...@newsfeed.slurp.net>,
> > Kelly Erlandson <k...@falcon.inetnebr.com> wrote:
> > >
> > > Love it! I am enjoying all your posts and arguments and lengthy
> > diatribes
> > > and fun-poking. I can't help but wonder, don't you have a day
job?
> > > Sheesh your output is amazing. -Kelly
> >
> > hey kelly;
> >
> > your semi-jocular query about whether i don't have a day job is a
bit
> > amusing, and provides an opportunity to elaborate on some kind of
non-
> > pro-forma reply;
> >
> > caryl asked a similiar question in response to "Illigitimate Poetry
> > Contest", so much of this is taken from my answer back to her;
> >
> > the short answer is: i'm not sure if there IS or CAN be a short
> answer,
> > how about that? the question begs the question of what a "job" is; i
> > suppose i have a non-traditional view of life as a sort of work-in-
> > progress, in which the many jobs and duties we (i) do are all part
of
> a

> > larger dance; <etc.>
> --
> Beat Generation News
> http://www.beatnews.org
>

Kelly Erlandson

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Apr 14, 2000, 3:00:00 AM4/14/00
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Skye -

Oh, my.

- Kelly

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