I blame the mothers
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From: "Janet Jackson" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Saturday, May 06, 2006 2:08 PM
Subject: Re: Poetry as Male Display (Non-serious thread)
> The male poets around here tend to gather their faded jackets
> closer around them, hunch in their shoulders and look at the floor,
> displaying their bald spots to best advantage. They mumble into the
> mike and tremble their pale hands. If a female poet (even a lesbian one)
> asks them a question they try to shrink into the floor.
>
> :-)
>
> Janet
>
> Mark suggests:
> > The male poet's courtship display: we lift our tail feathers, puff
> > out our chests and circle the female poet, who expresses interest by
> > feigning confusion and attempting to run for the exit. Courtship
> > success rate is so low that the species is constantly threatened with
> > extinction.
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> Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]>
> Poems at Proximity:
> http://www.arach.net.au/~huxtable/janet/proximity.html
>
> "When one acts in accord with the time, the yang energy
> is expansive, like thunder going out of the earth and
> rising forcefully into the sky, startling an area of a
> hundred miles with its rumble, so that all demons flee.
> The life-giving potential continues increasing, and the
> earth is always covered with yellow sprouts, the world
> blooms with golden flowers. Wherever one may walk,
> everywhere is the Tao. No happiness is more delightful
> than this." Liu I-ming, trans. Thomas Cleary
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