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To: X Y Zebra who wrote (9213)	3/20/2002 6:28:00 PM
From: Raymond Duray	Respond to of 13020

Haiy, WassamattaU? I'm just trying to keep up with kulture. Yoghurt is about as close as I seem to get these days. My "Days of Rage" were in a place far away and a time long forgotten. Chicago, Summer 1968. Che Lives! But only on tee-shirts. -Ray

To: X Y Zebra who wrote (9213)	3/24/2002 11:51:05 PM
From: Raymond Duray	Respond to of 13020

They have healed the wound of my people lightly, saying, "Peace, peace," when there is no peace. --- Jeremiah pimco.com Why half measures won't save capitalism.....

To: X Y Zebra who wrote (9213)	3/25/2002 12:01:48 AM
From: HG	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13020

What They Wanted They wanted me to tell the truth, so I said I'd lived among them for years, a spy, but all that I wanted was love. They said they couldn't love a spy. Couldn't I tell them other truths? I said I was emotionally bankrupt, would turn any of them in for a kiss. I told them how a kiss feels when it's especially undeserved; I thought they'd understand. They wanted me to say I was sorry, so I told them I was sorry. They didn't like it that I laughed. They asked what I'd seen them do, and what I do with what I know. I told them: find out who you are before you die. Tell us, they insisted, what you saw. I saw the hawk kill a smaller bird. I said life is one long leave-taking. They wanted me to speak like a journalist. I'll try, I said. I told them I could depict the end of the world, and my hand wouldn't tremble. I said nothing's serious except destruction. They wanted to help me then. They wanted me to share with them, that was the word they used, share. I said it's bad taste to want to agree with many people. I told them I've tried to give as often as I've betrayed. They wanted to know my superiors, to whom did I report? I told them I accounted to no one, that each of us is his own punishment. If I love you, one of them cried out, what would you give up? There were others before you, I wanted to say, and you'd be the one before someone else. Everything, I said. Stephen Dunn {bsf}, Landscape at the End of the Century, 1991