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To: Poet who wrote (1478)	5/19/2003 3:49:20 PM
From: Rainy_Day_Woman	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 20773

the arts always matter an expression of self, world, perceptions, ideas, dreams some are stimulated by visual, some relate verbal, some written, some performing some analyze, some discriminate, some reason art, some use imagery it has significance to the human experience, to culture, to history even if poetry does not matter to all, if it only matters to one, it still matters

To: Poet who wrote (1478)	5/21/2003 1:59:44 PM
From: Raymond Duray	Respond to of 20773

100 POETS AGAINST THE WAR Shortly after Laura Bush figured out that a poetry reading she'd proposed for the White House was going to become a huge political black eye for her evil husband, she cancelled the event. Culture always takes a back seat to money-grubbing and power-mongering with the Bushistas. The result was this compilation of poems, according to the editors, the most rapidly composed volume of poetry ever assembled, intended to prove to the Bushes that their best efforts at censorship of the people would not be tolerated: Chapbook version: nthposition.com .html available here: nthposition.com *********** This chapbook became the basis for our "Dialogue on Iraq" last Sunday evening here in Bend, with many participants reading their own poems about the madness of war. Here's my paean to pacific futures: GOOD MORNING, BAGHDAD! (NOW THAT THE SIGHS(R)GONE,) DARE WE WAKE FROM OUR WET DREAM OF APOCALYSE NOW? Our wet, oleaginous, slimy, concatenation of the willing....blimey! Sweetly crude fantasmagoria of TV mutterers. Our flowery rhetoric, our daisy cutters. Our utter contempt for Iraqi rutters. Our Chiefs of Staff with their conniving stutters. And the decent souls of society told it's just clutter.... To scream "This id'n just about guns and butter, Impeach King George and love one another." And how! Apocalyse Now? Apocalyse Never!