On the occasion of my daughter, Ursula Hudak's, second birthday on 18 July, I have posted a 20 minute mp3 (18.1mb) recording for download, called "fog bells," which is based on a recording I made on a rainy night…with visibility on the water by lower manhattan ...
Hi Judson and others– I chanced on this post. It strikes a chord though. Your expression 'down = the street' is right about the WTC – I live off W. 10th st. and Hudson and= it was 'down the street'.
Subj: Poetry & Rumors Of Death Date: 7/16/2002 6:21:33 AM Central Daylight Time From: <A HREF="mailto:cosmoetica@att.net">cosmoetica@att.net</A> Sent from the Internet (Details)
I mean, is this really real? It can't be. I would not of thought that the G= etty Museum would even bother wasting their precious time with something so= trivial unless they are suddenly becoming the FBI. If the Getty has ...
July Issue of The Sunflower (Waging Peace/Nuclear Peace Foundation) July/August, 2002 Nuclear Safety: Uh-oh in Ohio (Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists) July 16, 2002 Industry Tackles Packaging of Nuclear Waste For ...
Folly has recently been awarded additional funding through North West Arts Board's RALP scheme to support its continued development in promoting new media and photographic work based in the North West region.
We are now looking to recruit to the following new post to ...
DESCRIPTION This is a very generous poem, correctly an allegory as it is reversible. The birds are not, only making halfway - presume they have no souls. A translation has perhaps condensed well, and enough to match ...
She enjoys living near the woods and being able to see the stars at night.
Nevertheless - : Education containing profane language is not attemptable on this gnostic forum. Education that has content that may jeopardize the attemssibility to the Harvard Education Online Gnostic Record or Harvard Education Online Website (due to ...
I climb up on the house. Porculus pigfucker gypsy dildo breath. Does anyone like such gravy? Gravy? I'm lusciously sorry for everything that's happened boys. Me bad? Chomp, ba chomp, ba chomp chomp. You won't get none of the number one son's stash.
In a message dated 7/16/2002 12:45:42 PM Central Daylight Time, diocletian@visi.com writes:
> go into timelessness, where poems cannot > hint, say, or promise anything, even themselves. the rest may be worth > it, obviously i dont know what im writing.