From: ranga@cs.umd.edu (M.Ranganathan)
Newsgroups: soc.culture.tamil,alt.culture.us.asian-indian,soc.culture.indian
Subject: Re: he who maligns free verse (was Re: SILENCE WAS HER GAME, MADNESS WA
S HER NAME)
Date: 13 Nov 1996 22:19:24 -0500

In article <qk683ak0js.fsf_-_@bookworm.cs.umd.edu>,
Anurag Acharya  <acha@bookworm.cs.umd.edu> wrote:
>
>Samir my boy, valiant fellow,
>Is down on free verse;
>Now he hisses, now he bellows
>"no poem, not hers!"
>
>I blame him not (the poor soul)
>Freud has long told us,
>When we learn to hit the bowl
>Weight descends on our shoulders.
>
>Once that horror happened to him
>His freedom was all gone.
>His creative urge went gradually dim,
>The society had, sadly, won.
>
>No matter how many years shall pass
>The shadow shall remain,
>Every one that tries free verse
>He will try his best to pain.
>
>Strange is the way of the human mind
>As Ranga often tells me.
>Too late in to our life we find
>The bowl governs our mind, si.
>
>anurag
>


The bowl dear chap governs our life
Governs our very mind.
In it there is all you need
All wisdom you will find.
The bowl dear chap is much maligned
A misunderstood work of art.
For where else can you read a book.
And at the same time fart.

Where else can you think of pipelines
And hide within your home
Where else can you prove a theorem
Perched upon a throne.

I tell you this, I would not lie
I would not lead you astray
For when you're sitting on your throne
The kids, they stay at bay.

You can even write poetry
Sitting on the commode
You can philosophize
While you merrily  unload.

You can instantly loose weight
Without even trying
Even tempt the hand of fate
My friend, I am not lying.

( And when the analyse my verse
Long after I am dead.
The students they will scratch their heads
And wonder what he said. )

The bowl is very under-rated
A much maligned device.
Just think how it lives its life
And to it please be nice.


Ranga.

(Gotta get me back to work. The pipeline blocketh.)