At 7:04 PM -0500 21/12/01, Frederick Pollack wrote:
>S. K. Kelen wrote:
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>> Down Time
>>
>> Who steers the thunderbolt?
>> Events conspire: there's the one
>> Growling like a tigress, calls you 'mate'.
>> Choose life. Love's duty will not wait.
>> Answer with your being and art,
>> Learn how to care. Late at night
>> Armpits that are carburettors
>> Heat the air, and heart
>> Programmed to ache, stay young
>> Until the beautiful one says
>> Ulla ulla ulla and I am
>> The most comfortable chair.
>> A sunbeam enters the palace.
>>
>> S. K. KELEN
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>Extremely nice, both straightforward and subtle, economical. I'm
>curious: ulla ulla ulla is the sound made by the dying Martians or their
>machines in H. G. Wells's War of the Worlds. Any other locus classicus
>for this?
- that's about it plus the man-eating plants in an episode of Lost in
Space, and the cry of a dervish...
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