all joky and parodic voices aside, these are both wonderful! lq
> The caves are infinite, the twisty passages long. > On our subways, the children of a thousand nations. > In our air, chemicals from a thousand bitter factories. > There is no misery, the economy of books is free. > Culture seeps through trees full of flocks of robins. > A lone heron graced the botanical gardens. > Like monk parakeets we fly above the rooftops. > Ouroboros sustains us, persephone among us. > Who can say we are not Han Shan? > Even Han Shan cannot say he is Han Shan. > > > On Mon, 30 May 2005, mIEKAL aND wrote: > > > THE CAVE CHILDREN OF NEW YORK ARE NEVER FREE > > > > A dime is no longer than the air of misery the day of yearning forgot. > > Who twisted when mounting all ages of wobbling. Hurry border. Hurray > > fits sat. Avenue child anagram. Who alerted taxi is the criminal of > > media of fight of knife a document. Sense tense, cent tense. > > > > > > On May 30, 2005, at 11:01 PM, Lanny Quarles wrote: > > > >> Never been to New York. > > > > > >> > >> You two sound like two New York > > > > > > ( URLs/DVDs/CDroms/books/etc. see http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt ) >
