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It seems that you have submitted several blank posts & others that seem disconnected from the conversation. Take care, Anny On 8/6/07, MC Ward <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > Sorry, Anny, I have no idea what you're talking about. > Please send some examples. > > Candice > > > --- Anny Ballardini <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > > Excuse me Candice Ward, > > > > do you have any problems? Let us know what is wrong, > > > > Best wishes, > > > > Anny Ballardini > > http://annyballardini.blogspot.com/ > > http://www.fieralingue.it/modules.php?name=poetshome > > http://www.moriapoetry.com/ebooks.html > > I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give > > birth to a dancing > > star! > > Friedrich Nietzsche > > > > > > > > On 8/6/07, MC Ward <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > > > > > --- Anny Ballardini <[log in to unmask]> > > wrote: > > > > > > > Jeex, 2 nice days in a year_ I just listened to > > > > Prairie Home Companion, I > > > > > > > know, I know, nobody likes it here.... > > > > > > > >How brave you are, Verena! > > > > > > Candice > > > > > > > > On 8/5/07, Frederick Pollack > > <[log in to unmask]> > > > > wrote: > > > > > > > > > > ----- Original Message ----- > > > > > From: "Kenneth Wolman" > > <[log in to unmask]> > > > > > To: <[log in to unmask]> > > > > > Sent: Sunday, August 05, 2007 4:33 PM > > > > > Subject: Re: I said he was my favorite > > literary > > > > character... > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > Frederick Pollack wrote: > > > > > >> > > > > > >> I see Pynchon's point about the "width and > > > > tallness" of the wind along > > > > > >> 14th St. But as a native and ever-homesick > > > > Chicagoan I must say that, > > > > > >> for sheer intensity of Venturi effect, any > > > > east-west street in the > > > > > Loop, > > > > > >> between State St. and Michigan Avenue, > > beats > > > > 14th St. by a mile. Plus > > > > > >> the tendency for that wind to change > > direction > > > > in an instant - off the > > > > > >> prairie, then off the Lake - without losing > > > > speed. Carried me and my > > > > > >> umbrella a block once when I was ten. > > > > > > > > > > > > Xmas week 1973 I go to the MLA convention, > > held > > > > that year in Chicago. > > > > > > They stuck us in great hotels: I was in the > > > > Palmer House. All the > > > > > > graduate students are job-hunting, very taut > > and > > > > open to raucousness. > > > > > > Male faculty, after a year in Binghamton, > > act > > > > like a bunch of miners > > > > > down > > > > > > the hills of Colorado. So do the females. > > We > > > > start drinking Canadian > > > > > > Club at 9:00 AM. Parties, condolence > > sessions, > > > > bacchanalia all the > > > > > > livelong day. I get to witness Leslie > > Fiedler > > > > groping two women at > > > > > once. > > > > > > The party is the Joyce Society or some such > > > > thing and it feels like 100 > > > > > > people stuffed into a room the size of a > > > > wristwatch. Everyone is > > > > > smoking > > > > > > something and everyone is real drunk. > > Later, my > > > > roomie and I kill > > > > > another > > > > > > bottle at 2:00 AM. I leave him watching > > Lanza > > > > in The Great Caruso and > > > > > > pass out. Oddly, I don't feel drunk. At > > 7:00 I > > > > get my wake-up call > > > > > from > > > > > > the desk. Immediately I am convinced I am > > going > > > > to die. My fingernails > > > > > > hurt. Once I am able to get out of bed > > without > > > > fear of a technicolor > > > > > yawn > > > > > > all over the carpet, I discover the pain of > > > > water in a shower. Years > > > > > > later I am reminded of this horror when I > > read > > > > about a very ill Teresa > > > > > of > > > > > > Avila confined to a Spanish sanatorium where > > > > they tie dead chickens to > > > > > her > > > > > > suppurating wounds, figuring one poison > > drives > > > > out another. I slink > > > > > into > > > > > > corners afraid someone will spot me. This > > is > > > > hilarious since everyone > > > > > is > > > > > > in the Parker House coffee shop nursing > > > > independently-acquired > > > > > hangovers. > > > > > > > > > > > > The operator on the phone had cheerily > > announced > > > > that it was 35 degrees > > > > > in > > > > > > Chicago. That doesn't sound cold. Then I > > hit > > > > Michigan Avenue, hangover > > > > > > and brains in hand, and discover a typhoon > > > > blowing up...and the freaking > > > > > > SUN is out. Binghamton got cold too but the > > > > wind always died down when > > > > > > the temperature approached laboratory > > absolute > > > > zero. THIS is atrocious. > > > > > > "Windy City" they called it. I suppose they > > > > still call it that? > > > > > > > > > > > > ken > > > > > > > > > > > > -- > > > > > The Palmer House should have warned you. Wind > > > > chill in Chicago can make > > > > > Minnesotans cry. -- Summer, on the other hand, > > > > kills people by the > > > > > hundreds. > > > > > There are two nice days a year. You wait for > > > > them. Hopefully see them > > > > > out > > > > > in a blues club on Lincoln Boulevard. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > ____________________________________________________________________________________ > > > Be a better Heartthrob. Get better relationship > > answers from someone who > > > knows. Yahoo! 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