Being one of the proponents of Reply-To: ALL, and then somene who
immediately fell prey to the pitfalls of that "default" setting, I
was reminded of this poem by Jim Harrison:
I once thought that life's what's left over after
I extricate myself from the mess.
I was writing a poem about paying attention
and microwaved a hot dog so hot it burned
a beet-red hole in the roof of my mouth.
Lucrezia Borgia got shit on her fingers by not
paying attention.
Chanting a sutra, the monk stepped fatally on the
viper's tail.
Every gun is cocked and loaded.
- Jim Harrison, *After Ikkyu*
We're all working for the Riley for Privacy lobby.
bj
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