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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