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To: epicure who wrote (1180)	8/30/2001 12:53:02 PM
From: E	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 51718

I am going to post another Stevie Smith poem. Since I've got the volume here and all, and it's somehow a propos. Dear Child of God Dear child of God With the tears on your face And your hands clasped in anger What is the matter with your race? In the beginning, Father, You made the terms of our survival That we should use our intelligence To kill ever rival. The poison of this ferocity Runs in our nature, And O Lord thou knowest How it nourishes thy creatures. Oh what a lively poison it was To bring us to full growth, Is then become loving As much as our life is worth? It is a price I would pay To grow loving and kind, The price of my life And the life of human kind. Father in heaven Dear Father of peacefulness It is not often we remember You put this poison in us, Generally we stand With the tears on our face And our hands clasped in anger, Faithful but unfortunate.

To: epicure who wrote (1180)	8/30/2001 12:57:58 PM
From: E	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 51718

I have an idea. Even though yesterday I bought a personal CD player (I RAN OUT OF COSCO, THE MOST FRIGHTENING PLACE I'VE EVER SEEN, AND WENT TO THE WIZ) and checked out Le Divorce.... We could, instead, read and talk about short stories penni finds for us on the net -- or POEMS! I think I once said that the best dinner party I ever went to ended up, by accident, with people passing the host's poetry anthologies around and reading their favorite poems aloud. I didn't read, the only one who didn't. I felt too shy in the company. I wouldn't now.

To: epicure who wrote (1180)	8/30/2001 10:52:02 PM
From: cosmicforce	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 51718

We've all been squashed by the universe at some time or other. To be honest I never found any comfort in thinking it was part of a grand design. Deteriorata Go placidly amidst the noise and waste, and remember what comfort there may be in owning a piece thereof. Avoid quiet and passive persons, unless you are in need of sleep. Rotate your tires. Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself; and heed well their advice, even though they be turkeys. Know what to kiss - and when. Consider that two wrongs never make a right, but that three do. Wherever possible, put people on hold. Be comforted, that in the face of all iridity and disillusionment. and despite the changing fortunes of time, there is always a big future in computer maintenance. (You are a fluke of the universe. You have no right to be here. Whether you can hear it or not, The universe is laughing behind your back.) Remember the Pueblo. Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle, and mutilate. Know yourself. If you need help, call the FBI. Exercise caution in your daily affairs, especially with those persons closest to you... That lemon on your left, for instance. Be assured that a walk through the seas of most souls would scarcely get your feet wet. Fall not in love, therefore, it will stick to your face. Gracefully surrender the things of youth: the birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan - and let not the sands of time get in your lunch. Hire people with hooks. For a good time, call 606-4311, ask for Ken. Take heart in the deepening gloom that your dog is finally getting enough cheese. And reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot, it could only be worse in Milwaukee. (You are a fluke of the universe. You have no right to be here. Whether you can hear it or not, The universe is laughing behind your back.) Therefore, make peace with your god, whatever you perceive him to be: hairy thunderer or cosmic muffin. With all its hopes, dreams, promises, and urban renewal, the world continues to deteriorate. GIVE UP! (You are a fluke of the universe. You have no right to be here. Whether you can hear it or not, The universe is laughing behind your back.) (c) National Lampoon.

To: epicure who wrote (1180)	8/30/2001 11:23:19 PM
From: bonnuss_in_austin	Respond to of 51718

X, you say it all so well ... Absolutely!! The 'grand scheme' of things is precisely what we create in our own minds. Providing, which I think is positive, 'maps' for our futures. Leaving it in anyone else's hands -- particularly those? (does 'God' have hands like the Prudential Insurance Company's rock of Gibralter? Oh, shit, maybe it's Allstate. -g- Those commercials are what I always think of with illusions of 'God') of some superstitious rescuing deitous figment of one's imagination -- gg - is, well, rather foolish. And it's VERY foolish when such beliefs involve investment of one's money. I mention the financial aspect because most people who are interested in the SI website came here in the first place with a focus on 'investing' -- making money -- I would imagine. Blind faith. "Things will always get better." Eschews responsibility. That's unfortunate.