In a message dated 6/11/2007 5:59:44 P.M. Eastern Daylight Time, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
andrew zitcer ... the penn real estate\culture asset manager? ... _http://tinyurl.com/ypez5j_ (http://tinyurl.com/ypez5j) denying that university city was a marketing scheme?) well, turns out zitcer's also a poet. ...: Zitcer's poetry creates some apprehension about free roaming UCD Disciples. When this guy sobered-up, Mother Penn let him manage real estate? Perhaps, had Zitcer spent more time in Temple Calvary, a sometimes shrine to UCD free-market real estate development instead of drunk on the beach, he may not have missed this multi-thousand year old classic: O Lord my God, I cried to you for help, and you have healed me. O Lord, you brought up my soul from Sheol, restored me to life from among those gone down to the Pit. Stiffening my faith Rosso and Melani, can be pulled from the Pit. Ciao, Craig > What a century for hands! > What usury! I hate, (I realize) > all forms of trade > > One must...enter politics, be saved. > I could reel it off-- > I have the whole thing by heart. > > Up late nothing! > Nothing of the logic of madness-- > the madness that gets > locked up > > Go to it, demon! > Go to the palm fronds. > Go to the wind in 'em. > > What, is he doing it? > One or two-more? > > No, now I am cursed, > I'm in trouble I hate my country! > > Better to sleep it off > on the beach, dead drunk > like a carrot-toter, > like a dirty rat. http://www.writing.upenn.edu/~wh/zitcermindofwinter.html ************************************** See what's free at http://www.aol.com.
