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At 7:04 PM -0500 21/12/01, Frederick Pollack wrote: >S. K. Kelen wrote: >> >> 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 >> >> -- > >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... --