💾 Archived View for gemini.spam.works › mirrors › textfiles › magazines › FUCK › fuckp019.txt captured on 2022-06-12 at 12:02:02.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
F U C K E D U P C O L L E G E K I D S
-------------------------------------------------------
- t h e p o e t r y v e n t u r e -
-------------------------------------------------------
"A poet once said, "The whole universe is in a glass of
wine." We will probably never know in what sense he meant
that, for poets do not write to be understood. But it is
true that if we look at a glass of wine closely enough we
see the entire universe. There are the things of physics:
the twisting liquid which evaporates depending on the wind
and weather, the reflections in the glass, and our imagination
adds the atoms. The glass is a distillation of the earth's
rocks, and in its composition we see the secrets of the
universe's age, and the evolution of stars. What strange
array of chemicals are in the wine? How did they come to be?
There are the ferments, the enzymes, the substrates, and the
products. There in wine is found the great generalization:
all life is fermentation. Nobody can discover the chemistry
of wine without discovering, as did Louis Pasteur, the cause
of much disease. How vivid is the claret, pressing its
existence into the consciousness that watches it! If our
small minds, for some convenience, divide this glass of wine,
this universe, into parts -- physics, biology, geology,
astronomy, psychology, and so on -- remember that nature does
not know it! So let us put it all back together, not
forgetting ultimately what it is for. Let it give us one more
final pleasure: drink it and forget it all!"
- Richard P. Feynman, The Feynman Lectures on Physics, v. 1, p. 3-10
-------------------------------------------------------
vegas pink polishing my soul
as i sniff my fuming fingertips
i thirst for grappa to wipe away
the tears within me
thinning paint
crying pink on keys
stroking my ego
with the rapidness of clicks
squelched shortly after by
"
i can type faster
two finger
fat finger
"
nothing i do seems right
yet for wrong i do not qualify
wronged by myself
more than anyone else
for giving them that power
to judge me
for
believing and weeping and wishing
that some day
some day
...
affirmation came without me
yt
040198
Rain
Rain
cold and wet soaking
through layers of material
reaching your inner core
Rain
Hot and humid filling
your mind with lustful thoughts
Rain
pouring straight from the heavens
cleansing your soul
Rain
Pour, overpower me with
your sweet liquid
drench me with wetness
let me feel you against
my raw naked skin
Bluerose
UNDERGROUND POTENTIAL
child cries. like rain
on ripe peaches. other
crops failed this year.
mother sleeps. father
tries to sow pain. teachers
cannot explain his fear.
some said better. some
never knew. maybe it's
dying within his head.
silent talk. keeping
pace with ghosts. one more
chance to beat them dead.
bloody canvas. cross
stitching anger. fumbling
with pieces in his fingers.
lengthy memories. pruning
with dull shears. settling
into roots where death lingers.
Indiana Poet March 23, 1998
night life
its three twenty
the early hours of this early morn
and not a light from the hidden sun
sleep ive had plenty
yet still exhausted and forlorn
i will not sleep until this night is done
sacrificing effectiveness for a life in the dark
sleeping through the active day
waking with the moon
sleep has deserted me tonight
and now i silently lament
that in peaceful dreams
this loath'd night was spent
.illusionary. 1 may 1998
A sexy perfume perhaps a clue,
for intimate acts secluded softly,
classic climax clinching confession,
you exile loneliness to mercenary islands,
evoking rituals new and exciting,
esoteric essence evening crescent,
you light my fire cozy calls,
you escort my shyness orphaned hunger,
to open passion free from teasing,
we travel through doors allured erotic,
through luxuriant motions and taboo potions,
we collide fantasy driven magic,
to evolve a connection pleasing pure,
your me I'm you we are so sure!
Pulse of Bass
Pulses race forth as the loose beats increase
No need for light, and all is seen.
Darkness wraps around, a comforting blanket.
Sparkles shine off and on, on and off ...
Racing to the beat, as the heat rises.
Clammer reaches out and is damned.
Twilights eye shines vibrantly,
the devils no where to be found.
White reflects the light bounce, bounce
Black soaks it all in, as if a drain emptying
Pour down the food of music --
increase the pulses race.
Light strobe back and forth,
a rainbow of colors are shown all around.
Pulse going fast, base intact
the music stops, and you fall flat.
-Kamira March 20, 1998
enter, stage (life) left.
Angels with wings made of smoke and mirrors.
False experts in a new technology world.
Almost leaders taking us into uncertainty
Ability to sync, reach out, find your own
Lashing out in confused direction
Problems of old manifest in new medium
False deity, religious cries, throwback
Holy war played out in statistics and debate
New god's decree lost to deaf ears
Money and power the old driving force
our sick puppeteer defining societal norm
once good people swayed by its charm
growing and learning, life's lessons on television
binding morals or past ethics lost in youth
chivalry an outcast, replaced by ignorant evil
child protege, look beyond the force feed
challenge the world or be ripped off
regardless, you will inherit this plague
today a victim, tomorrow responsible
your future a curse
mea_culpa
-------------------------------------------------------
E D I T O R S: jericho@dim.com & demonika@dim.com
-------------------------------------------------------
to receive new issues via e-mail, send mail to
majordomo@sekurity.org with "subscribe poetry". if
you do not have FTP access and would like back issues,
send a list of missing issues and they will be sent.
-------------------------------------------------------
A V A I L A B I L I T Y:
AnonFTP: FTP.DIMENSIONAL.COM/users/jericho/FUCK/POETRY
WWW: http://www.dimensional.com/~jericho
-------------------------------------------------------
(c) Copyright. All poems copyright by original author.
-------------------------------------------------------
F O U N D E D: October 30, 1997