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Date: Wed, 1 Apr 1992 18:44:54 CST
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: GR4302
Subject: re: remember when...
Yes all too well Monsieur Pat. Always gave me the flying flips, think
it might even've caused my first suicide indirectly so I guess I owe you
something there--very therapeutic you know. Remember the *parody* of your
roundrobin that I did back then?? If I can find it I'll repost but it's
been...well you know too well and are no doubt somewhat familiar with
the disgust I have for certain attitudes so we'll explore *that* no
further...let's just say that it's been. English is wonderful for such
evasions--whole moods and conjugations so devoted. Anyway thanks for the
old post...very good information I know I can use....hehehe...
GossamerRattlesnakes4302
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Date: Wed, 1 Apr 1992 00:00:01 EST
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From: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
Subject: The Best Lines of March 1992
before "I mot6.
it'll be a salt of rain day when I'm loose upon the world
isan. The teacher
and unrolling it to reveal the red quivvering mass. He through in areconsti-
could watch though no-one did. Usually when he dreamed of her they
meanderings?? You easily gave up the burning of cattle, but now you burn up
feeling of violation and sin, this wallowing in the entrails of gazelle and
he walked by, six Pinheads out in front smoking saw his broken nose
Germanic Conquistadores with their slap-happy gibbering
& yet moreover burn up the lives of others that they may be driven fromoff
and over you you nit
for the occasion, and just across
clear, sweetheart baby, and besides, if
damned Pacific Ocean crabs, for gods sake!
sprayed spittle on the PSA machine and went to work spending the next
blood cancer and an early retirement with a chunk of quality marble over
usual resting place below. He stole only a quick glance of thighs as
I'm walking towards the Lakefront, thinking of their taste
god telling the whole damn universe which cow ate the cabbage wonder---
into the shit pit of your own contrivance without a prayer on your lips
the way to the workhouse he'd inadvertently passed the Arcade. When
quarter into the left slot of the PSA machine. "OK," said the
Obviously something rilly blue this circuit, I only have posts back
with a distinction to be made (it's the Addison stop I'm told once again)
how many times I can't say
the great mobility, 3am strolls on the sunny side and the clotted sounds
("and where the hell is Frank? I need his help with the foldaway")
"if only Dad had bought me a car... " And in the afterglaze of his
blowing himself... but, no truce for the pups: any silence left is
Camp here for the night
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Date: Fri, 10 Apr 1992 20:00:25 EST
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From: "J. K. O'Dell, Philosophy Undergraduate" <E010@>
Songs poured out of the old jukebox like maple syrup.
Henry sat on the barstool sipping his Killian's Red. I
watched from across the room, you know, the chair by
the pool table. Five years I have watched Henry sit in
that spot every Saturday. The stuffed pheasant sat
above the bar's mirror like some Deistic god, watching
but never interacting with us. The bartender cleaned
the mugs, stacking them on the shelf she kept for such
mugs. Is this a little to loosely formulated? After
Henry died, nothing changed, except that the Damn Dukum
Inn (That's the bar) didn't sell quite as much Killian's.
They have his severed head in a jar behind the counter,
so THEY say. The ceiling fan turns, lingering on and on.
Someday I suppose THEY will tear it all down. After about,
11:00 pm, your feet start sticking to the floor here.
Belch!! Excuse me, have to see a man about buying a horse...
...
...
...Sorry. Where was I? Besides the can? Oh yeah, the cult of
Attis. No, that's not it. Anyway, legend has it that Hiram
was an adept of the mysteries--that is to say, he could raise
the energies, you know, the chakra thing (Did you know that
there were originally 9 chakras, not 7? Rilly.) When he went
to build the temple (of Solomon, not Reverend Moon), three
men followed him, and then tried to bribe him (that's back
before someone would sell secrets for just a drink and a roll
in the hay). They wanted him to teach 'em the chakra thing.
Well, as an honorable man, Hiram refused. So they (the three
men, not the empowered all-knowing ones) killed him. The
first murderer stuck his trowel in his heart, the next in his
head, and the last...uh...I forget where. Oh well.
"Yeah, another bottle, honey...thanks"
So Henry died. And his pet snake found God. Isn't life
fucking great??
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Date: Mon, 13 Apr 1992 16:08:49 PDT
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From: JEFFREY
Subject: Angst
Blood squirting skyward. A war on elves. Is this all there
truly is? What about the Naughahyde? Or even the revolving,
revolting linoleum lynchpin we all knew and loved. Wherefore
art thou Romeo? Dusty tramping gone for nought, a billionare's
ransom. Treacly, smelly effluvium pouring out your nose. Will
it never end?
--Jeffrey
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Date: Tue, 14 Apr 1992 10:19:17 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: Will it ever end?
Yes, Jeffrey, it will end. You'll know because everything'll go black and
you'll feel rill sick to your stomache and then nothing! I do have comments
in the making, but these things must fester you know. Don't worry, it'll
all come back to you in the end though the loop is long with many sideswirls.
Meanwhile what I rilly want to know is what is it with this Cosmonaut stuck
in space bullshit?? Sure! Look I just don't buy it. The whole world's
changing and this dude's just stuck up there. Cute, huh? Git rill! I just
don't believe in such accidents! And now instead of just rescued he's
conveniently replaced. What & what?? Yelstin? The Red Army? Justwhat?
I don't know...I just don't like 'em lookin' down at me like that...
I just don't like the fact that while the Soviet Union was disappearingbelow
this dude was conveniently Dr. Strangelovingly stowed above.
GUTEN TAG!!!
gr4302@mutherfuckU
heyifthislist'sgoingdowni'mgoingdownwithit!
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Date: Tue, 14 Apr 1992 13:16:43 PDT
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From: JEFFREY
Subject: Re: Will it ever end?
In-Reply-To: Message of Tue, 14 Apr 1992 10:19:17 CST from < GR4302>
You know what the problem really is here? The absence of matter!
Look, take a severed head. Divide it in half and what's left. Right,
who cares! Well, we all did once, so the hell with your damned parsnips
and your all-inclusive radioactive gatorade. You think I UNDERSTAND
this shit? HA!!! I worship the clown, so back off. And thank Ronald
you jumped in time.
Another Acolyte Already Anachronistic (Aleutian)
P.S. I still don't believe you.
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Date: Tue, 21 Apr 1992 13:28:25 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: it was a trowel was it?
Pick-axe to the head. Careful J.K. They say he didn't die, despite the
blood, despite the fact that they severed his head and beat it into little
pieces. For one so adept, does it matter?? Watch the wire! Eat!
I'm still convinced that he came to Solomon not to give but to receive
secrets. These things get distorted over time, but don't forget that
the Blood Covenant of the Wilderness will only care how much you smell
like a goat when the time comes. You're a dangerous one (rilly?), and
until further investigation, I'm afraid you'll have to remain on the list
of flaming mutant infidels destined for throttling.
GopherRule4302
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Date: Sat, 18 Apr 1992 16:56:02 CST
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From: Juniper Sage <CHEATING>
Subject: SBRHYM-L
How droll.
I could not have imagined it, truly; SBRHYM, ground to an almost complete
stop, an arrest in the flurry of movement of discussion of McDonald's and
anarchy, severed heads and Illuminati, and all this in just under two months
since CHEATING left for pastures, no more, no less, green. So, after
discovering that CHEATING and H760 have been openly cavorting on bothHISTORY
and poor Pat's FNORD, and rehashing through the old files to catch up, this
bitnet-waterlogged node has decided to return to deciduous neighborhoods,see
how "it hangs" with old "friends", and I find, in a cratered ruin of whathad
been the Literary Underground, 3501P and GR4302 sparring over beggars'meager
choosings, while E010 disparately attempts to survive a topic of discussion.
What has happened? Alas, poor Stony Brook, we hardly knew ye. A further
examination of the NOTEBOOK file uncovered little more. So, curious to see
what changes have taken place, I requested a review to compare with one Ihad
from sometime late in February.
From the recent one:
*
* Total number of "concealed" subscribers: 4
* Total number of users subscribed to the list: 41 (non-"concealed" only)
* Total number of local node users on the list: 3 (non-"concealed" only)
From the previous list:
*
* Total number of "concealed" subscribers: 3
* Total number of users subscribed to the list: 45 (non-"concealed" only)
* Total number of local node users on the list: 5 (non-"concealed" only)
A loss of three users? No, not exactly. Discounting the question of
"concealed" subscribers, I was able to determine that the following five
nodes have become subscribers during the period of ~50 days:
TBAGLEY@ Timothy J. Bagley
MERNEST@ Michael Ernest
CSTMADDEN@ "Niall Madden"
C653SCB@ Sean Higgins
BURDEKJ@ "Jeff Burdek"
Welcome, all of you. It need not be pointed out that not one of the five,
not even the suspicious node located at Galway, has made an introduction --
not even to inquire what precisely this list is about -- as accords with net
etiquette. One can hardly blame them, given GR4302's frustrated attempts at
striking up the band.
Quick math, however, indicates that nine nodes have gone the way of flesh,
and this is where, I suspect, the "quietus" occurs. They are:
CONSP04@ "Dan Boyd"
H.UNIATZ H. Uniatz
TIM@ Tim Field
MATTHEW@ Matt Chatterly
KAIYU@ Kaiyu Shan
REPSTEIN@ Robin Epstein
RJACOBS@ Rich Jacobs
NETNEWS@ NET NEWS
OADROBEA@ Robert Prather
Well, now. Three (the first three) of the nine names on the above list
accounted for well over 50% of the debris that accumulated over the last
year, and with the closing of the USENET connection, this eliminates an
inestimable number of others (though, truthfully, its absence accounts formy
safe passage). And not even a goodbye, a farewell, a we'll-meet-again?Even
this node had that good sense of common courtesy. And the total numbers are
perhaps not even that accurate; I observed the continued active account
KG27515@ on both lists, though karin grow made her leave supposedly in
January.
If she's around, more power to her; however, even those still left (excusing
GR4302 and 3501P) who once flooded this bandwidth with protractions have
fallen silent, and I wonder why? V291NHTP hasn't had much to say since the
creation of FNORD-L other than the occasional led-cheer (hard to believe,
anarchy), and V061REGM doesn't dare come near for fear of sullying hispearly
white hands on an old way of thinking. DFOSS used this to kick his HISTORY
habit, used FNORD-L to kick this habit, and, last I heard, was policing the
ANTHRO-L list playing Pequod in his Melville-tinted paranoia. JCORYELLafter
two brief postings, has gone to play on CREWRT-L. LIBWCA has openly taken
the name Cuthbert and may be living the lie on too many listservs tomention.
Has PB06098 gone from badly crippled to the state of a corpse? HAG did her
best when sparring with TIM; with TIM's loss, the green hills of Vermonthave
gone into a Spring freeze. It's been nearly a year since ROSE had a comment
to offer. Even the tried, true, faithful, and felonious have been looking
for a better fix: GR4302 back to NMUSIC-L where he can research Soft Machine
to his heart's content, and 3501P to WRITERS to seek assistance that he was
unable to receive here. Thus, in answer to Pat's question, I'm afraid that
many of the people who read your message %do not% in fact remember when this
list thought cascades were funny (if, in fact, as hard as it is to believe,
you ever did).
So, let this stand as an open invitation/challenge to the five brave new
members (even you, CSTMADDEN) and anyone else who has not yet dared to senda
message, any message, to SBRHYM-L and in so doing take over and perhaps
revive a list that is rapidly becoming but a memory in the minds beneath a
few thatches of pensive dreariness. Elsewise, it might be necessary to
advertise, and then God only knows what sort of riffraff might begin
trafficking in hubris and splendor.
JS
P.S. I do hope GR4302 does not mind me enclosing this, but I just found it
and would like to clear out my disk space.
Date: Mon, 16 Sep 1991 16:14:21 CDT
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From: GR4302
Subject: Soren said it first...
To: "m. cheating" <CHEATING>
Pat discusses making everything free, and complains about the
elections in Buffalo to which I give this suggestion: (re)read the essay
"The Rotation Method" in the book by the same name by Soren Kierkegaard.
Here, an extract, under the premise that "boredom is the root of all evil":
"We can trace this right from the beginning of the world. The gods
were bored, so they created men. Adam was bored becasue he was alone, so
Eve was created...then Adam and Eve were bored together, then Adam, Eve,
Cain, and Abel were bored as a family, then the population of the world
increased, and the people were bored en masse. To amuse themselves they
concocted the notion of building a tower so high that it reached up to the
clouds. This idea is as boring as the tower was high, and a frightful
proof of how boredom took over the world....
"People think of calling together an assembly of the Estates of the
Realm. Can anything more boring be imagined, both for the gentlemen
participating, and for the one who reads and hears about them? They
want to improve the fiscal condition of the state by economizing. Can
anything be thought more boring? Instead of increasing the national
debt, they want to pay it off. According to what I know about the
political situation, it would be easy for Denmark to get a loan of 15
million. Why didn't anybody think of this? Now and then we hear of a man
who is a genius and does not pay his debts. Why couldn't a country do
the same thing, if we only are in agreement of this? So we obtain a loan
of 15 million, use it not to pay off debts, but for public entertainment.
Let us celebrate the millennium with merriment. Just as there are
collection boxes everywhere into which people can put money, so there
should be bowls of money everywhere. Everything would be free; people would
go to the theater gratis, prostitutes would be gratis, people would drive
to the park gratis; I say gratis, for when one always has money on hand, in
a way everything is gratis. No one must own property. Only for me should
an exception be made. I reserve for myself a hundred dollars a day to be
deposited in the Bank of London, partly because I cannot manage on less,
partly because the whole idea was mine, and finally because nobody knows
whether I can come up with a new idea when the 15 million is used up...."
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Just substitute 'Buffalo' for 'Denmark' and spread it around town!
Kierkegaard is the father of modern fnordism... For the solution: Read
the book! [as the commerical says... wow!]
bADcHI
p(ostum)s(tale): and then there's Star Trek... the whole Galaxy bored
together
then ST the Next Boring Generation... According to Joe NeoBuddah of the 3rd
century when the whole universe becomes bored at once then the cycle will
fluctuate and we'll do it all again!! Save us!!! Om Nama Shivaya!
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Date: Tue, 21 Apr 1992 16:53:00 MST
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From: "AU ATELIER" <TBAGLEY@>
Subject: Peer group pressure while sitting under a Juniper
After hearing my dead father tell me to get off my lazy a-- and get a job
in the recent posting from CHEATING, I could do no other than get up and
write something for fear that the old leather belt was on its way! (God,
that's a long sentence.) What does one do in this group? McDonalds, Anarchy,
etc.?? I naively assume literary "underground" thinks about innovation or
originality or something else. But I could ask what role does originality or
innovation in fiction play? What remnant of tradition still should remain?Do
"undergrounders" try to break away from any known species of literaryanimal?
Metaphors in this wacky letter are becoming "Droll" so I will let myselffall
back into the crater of debris and "groove awhile on the rubble" (a la Abbie
Hoffman!). Bye bye till Dad calls again!
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Date: Tue, 21 Apr 1992 22:25:19 EDT
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From: "The Caterpillar Cannot Understand The Butterfly"
<salsbury@ >
Subject: Re: SBRHYM-L and boredom
In-Reply-To: Juniper Sage's message of Sat,
18 Apr 1992 16:56:02 CST <01GJ4AL910AO8Y4XTA@ >
Not to cast stones, but if you're bored, do something NEW! Try
something other than posting the same old boring messages to this list
which has, in fact, become boring.
Sorry, but reading through a year or so of back messages to
this list, and tracking the activities of every list member on every
other list sounds pretty boring to me. :)
If you're bored, then it may be time for a change, but please
don't drag us down in your mire. I'm not bored. I don't have enough
time as it is to do everything I need to do!
Later!
Pat
Patrick G. Salsbury
SALSBURY@ Disclaimers are silly. ;^)
"All bound for Mu Mu Land!"
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Date: Wed, 22 Apr 1992 08:28:21 CST
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From: "Paul A. Byers" <PAULB@ >
Subject: Re: SBRHYM-L
I'm still badly crippled, but not Dead!
Karen, Sweet Karen, is, Alas, gone.....We keep her ID around as a
memorial.
Life has kept me busy with other things. BUT, I am just starting my
yearly slug war. (THEY SHALL NOT HAVE OF MY STRAWBERRYS!!)
Pavel
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Date: Wed, 22 Apr 1992 17:20:46 CST
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From: GR4302
Subject: gasp!!
Cheating one: Look had to stop not through with your post but just to saylook
fuck 'em the two timing scumbag vipers. (You've been FNORD? I'd've neverguess
ed nasty list that FNORD, lots of e-assholes with little grey matter...)
But T. and U. and them. To hell with 'em. I'm certainly glad to see that
there are at least five more sbrhymers I'll be reading tonight, but hey when
it gets bad and I find out about it I go it cause I'm sure we're going to be
one of the first to go soon so get it out say it crack it down the flippin'bac
k and back. Hey I've even been hanging out on NuMu, so you know my
desoperation but I live for it. What else to do but die?? Almost did last
weekend. There's this strip of Rt. 127 between Pinckneyville (of Letterman
infame, yes!) and Vergennes (where there are reportedly none), between the
Pinckneyville-DuQuoin Aiport (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH synchron mind fuckAHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHH from a to b he loved it) and the Buffalo farm that's a Roman bridgefor
all pratical purposes so I always slow up, for a couple of miles its a no
shoulder on a earthen dike (ala Hadrian)--nowhere to go. Sonovabitch drunk?
fucked? asleep? Illuminati goon??? AHHHH? Flippin and flying toward us
from the other direction doing 360-no 270- no flip shit threaded the needle
with our lives so you can guess that I could give a flaming shit ok? ok??
As long as we got that straight. Now if you didn't download ALL my stufffrom
the DB and read it then you're a lousey hairbacked grunting offspring of a
sweating pseudo-Ute exploitative FBI mole asshole with three horns sprouting
and blood coming out in big gobs and there aint tears enough and dropsenough
in the ocean no sighs enough in the wind to wash away the shame you've all
brought onto our beautiful mountain home, our citadel of expectation andhope
(yeah). Just givin' fair warning and so I'm not going to read again until
later tonight. Don't blame me if your absence,your (hypothetical) neglectof
the DB and the appearance of stagnation due to the loss of what wasobviously
more dead-weight than buoyancy renders you unable to remain on the semantic
cutting edge of the whole e-universe.
GettingReady(heh heh heh)4302 :^##
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Date: Wed, 22 Apr 1992 18:49:00 EDT
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From: "Cuthbert C. Cuthbert" <LIBWCA>
Subject: Names, openly taken
Ah Cheating. Cheating, Cheating, Cheating. You lie so poorly, and you know
the truth so well. You would have the e-sheep believe, in your engaginglittle
wherearetheynow, that I have "openly taken the name of Cuthbert." Speak
frankly, dear lad- I *am* Cuthbert, and the odium of having bestowed that
awful power upon me, however unwittingly, must rest on you. Look upon meand
tremble e-worms, for I drink bandwidth with my rootcakes and piss viruses so
vile that nodes thereby infected wither and die, open bleeding pustules
fouling the surrounding servers. Don't try to stop me- it's just a wee bit
late for that, as the recently-departed Boyd found, to his everlastingdismay.
His wheezing shuffleboard buddies at Illuminati HQ couldn't save him, andthe
ridiculous pederast Clown you worship can't save you. I had thought toconfine
my depradations to other, more stringently regulated lists, but thedeparture
of Foss and your own confinement in the dreaded kill file has driven me to
widen my perspective. Laugh if you will, Stony Brookling- where Cuthbert
goes, the heavens rain blood.
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Date: Thu, 23 Apr 1992 08:22:59 PDT
Sender: SUNY/Stony Brook Literary Underground<SBRHYM-L@SBCCVM.BITNET>
From: JEFFREY
Subject: Weird Up The Ying-Yang
So, turnabout is fair play, and why not? Whoever said it first,
beware, what scandalizes also burns with the cold fire of objectivity.
Call down the brimstone from on high, with your logs of departures
and postings; call the roll and why not, for turnabout is fair play.
Who knows your heart? Who gives you French Fries when you thirst
for Onion Rings? Who gives you extra straws and napkins when you
least expect it? And why not? Are we not all given to anarchy?
Spread the ketchup to the unbelieving - Ronald lives!
Take your viruses and bleeding nodes away. Lose the pretense
of godhood. If you were destined to die a blackened corpse with
a flaming gasoline-soaked tire jammed down around your shoulders
upon the tiny bridge with smoke pouring out you would have.
It is easier for a drunken camel-driver to pass through the eye
of a square manhole cover than it is for a SBRHYM-er to get
across the earthen dike.
--Jeffrey (not)
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