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