action at a distance
einstein says it is so.
xxx
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From: "Ana Buigues" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
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Sent: Saturday, March 25, 2006 10:45 AM
Subject: clarification
-what was that?
-a spooky thing
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i can't make it darlin', which ticks me right off, but have a good one.
xxx
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Sent: Wednesday, March 08, 2006 9:55 PM
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yeah, i'm just probably a bit dim mate, don't let
it worry you, but this one had me by the short and curlies.
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From:
John M.
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Sent: Monday, March 13, 2006 1:38
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Subject: Re: Slot huffing
Glad to he
does there have to be a reason?
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From: "Steve Dalachinsky" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
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Sent: Sunday, March 12, 2006 4:51 AM
Subject: Re: the parable of the foolish heart
why brilliant?
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Mary shuffles from one foot to another. She curses the lateness of her friend
and the typical English weather.
Her tight black shoes with tiny heels make clicking sounds on the frost
gilded pavement.
A car draws up to the kerb, killing its
headlights instantly. A moment
passes and the
you know, i've always had an 'issue' trying to
figure out what you're getting at, but this one made complete and utter fucking
sense to me.
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From:
John M.
Bennett
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Sent: Thursday, March 09, 2006 1:47
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Title: Some words; simply do
i quoted you
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From:
matt
lee
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Sent: Friday, March 10, 2006 3:54
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Subject: Some words
Some words; simply
do.
Some words; simply
say.
Some words; simply
feel.
i'd go with that.
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From: "Talan Memmott" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
To:
Sent: Saturday, March 11, 2006 8:32 PM
Subject: Re: Some givens
>i'd lose the given from the last line.
maybe even the "cannot" could "can"
given, that time (as we know it) is a human construct
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i'd lose the given from the last line.
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From:
matt
lee
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Sent: Thursday, March 09, 2006 1:19
PM
Subject: Some givens
Given, that writing is essentially
a redundant activity;
Given, that breathing
'do you love me?' i asked. 'i don't know,' he
said. it was then i realised that love is only for the very brave or the
very stupid and he was neither.
thank you bob, your irreverance and general joi de
livre is appreciated.
xxx
he curtain
of modesty, or the infinite perversity of the
unknown
bravo Morrigan
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Subject: sweet 16 and never been
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If you don't want to talk about Friday, that is probably the
day you should be talking about. morrigan <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
wrote:
On Saturday
you needn't have responded.
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From: "Steve Dalachinsky" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
To:
Sent: Tuesday, March 07, 2006 11:37 PM
Subject: Re: sweet 16 and never been kissed
you needn't have talked about the first 6 days either
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On
Saturday he took me from behind while I was peeling potatoes.
On
Sunday he got on top of me and the bed shook with every
thrust.
On
Monday he was tired, so sat yawning before taking a book to
bed.
On
Tuesday he pressed my face into the pillows and knelt between my
legs.
On
Wednesday
yes
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From: "Alan Sondheim" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
To:
Sent: Thursday, January 05, 2006 5:58 PM
Subject: apropos
apropos
i will call you on a telephone
you and i are all alone
in the midst of battle you can hear the rattle
of magneto churning bell loud in all this hell
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Subject: Re: A man and A woman
I like this Morrigan. For some reason I read it as being
about the image and the gaze, the image being the woman, and the
gaze
being the man.. these could be swapped of
I walk the dog at midnight.
The pavements are slick with winter rain that is freezing into speckled
ice. The soles of my boots skid
almost imperceptibly.
I hear a woman scream, high and ragged. Immediately I am alerted. I scan the dark horizon. I see her some distance off, running
ac
like a ripe man peeled
planted in a scream
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From: morrigan <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
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Subject: ~
Winter is closing in around these parts, each day brings
increasingly cold winds that freeze my bones a
i nearly wept when i read this, i have been occupying a backwater of
tantrums of self interest, both mine and not mine, but mutually exclusive in
any event.
currently reading d h lawrence's biography, johnsomebodyorother. i fell in
love with lawrence.
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From: "Alan So
Winter is closing in around these parts, each
day brings increasingly cold winds that freeze my bones and numb my
fingers. I have taken to wearing a
hat almost constantly, except when eating.
Despite the inclement weather, it has become my habit to go for
midnight walks and occasionally
I am eight. I am ugly, round faced, freckled and
polyestered.
His suitcases are packed. He wont sit down and
watch cartoons with me anymore. He wont get me to pull his finger so that he
can fart anymore.
[I am like a dog, time has no meaning for me. I am
eight. A week, a month, a yea
as evening falls
laptop lamplight turns my face into a mask of passivity
and ooze action slips from my head to my hand
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From: "Matt Lee" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
To:
Sent: Sunday, September 04, 2005 7:58 PM
Subject: beginning to think again, opening
As evening falls th
today it's haunting me.
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From: "Sheila Murphy" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
To:
Sent: Saturday, August 06, 2005 9:03 PM
Subject: Re: hibakusha - 6th august 1945
perfect
--- morrigan <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:
I like to wake early, to take my
I like to wake early, to take my breakfast tea in my garden before I go to
work at the hospital. My job is stressful, but life is stressful at this time,
the war has seeped into our souls, we are all toxic with grief. My
garden is beautiful, there is a solitary quiet here, the morning is stil
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From:
pixel
To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA
Sent: Saturday, July 02, 2005 2:34
PM
Subject: everybody
'Everybody's talking at me.I don't hear a word they're
saying,Only the echoes of my mind.'
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