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pants said >ok Ilya, will you quit flaunting your extraverted experiences in ass and >disclose tips for becoming a extravert like you?

That didn’t seem too extroverted, he(?) mostly seemed to listen. — Hana no Kaitou http://animeg.blogspot.com/ <–yet another shitty blog. http://members.fortunecity.com/animeg3282/ <—Fancy Lala Club! http://groups.yahoo.com/group/fancy_lala  <mailing list for Lala fans

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"William P" <will(dot)p…@sympatico.ca> wrote in message

news:Xns93B08B40B2701willdotpatsympaticod@207.35.177.134… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> "Thoughtcube" <thoughtc…@yahoo.com> wrote in news:be9kft$41t$1 > @news.iucc.ac.il: > >> Oh come on, step back from your computer and realize that every post you > >> make is complaining about how hard it is to meet women.  Then you go to > > one > >> singles thing, get a success and go back to saying how hard it is. > > Doesn’t that describe EVERY guy here, except that the rest don’t > > even go to the speed dating stuff?! > > (except for Davide and maybe one or two others?) > Now you’re starting to understand why this place is so attractive to trolls > like me:  It’s a bunch of really smart guys who have fallen into a > destructive pattern of spoon feeding themselves a line of seductive > bullshit.  That seems to be practically equivalent with male shyness.

Nah, that’s not it. Seeing as you are on your way out, ‘Bye now’.

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William P <will(dot)p…@sympatico.ca> wrote in message <news:Xns93B06A1212E16willdotpatsympaticod@207.35.177.134>… > matthewfr…@hotmail.com (matthew) wrote in > news:fecb07f6.0307060259.1ed82af0@posting.google.com: > >> Yeah you sound so sure of yourself here I’d be shocked if giving > >> insecure vibes in real life were a factor. > > Leave trance alone parker. He has a much better mate value than you. > > So the guy’s problem with women really is shyness.Not your case.So > > what? > My point is the same as yours.

Wha..?Oh no,not at all: Your point: you were complaining about Trance being too vocal for your ego’s taste about his ability to attract female attention. My point: Don’t be so jealous of Trance’s desirability.His mate value is higher than yours. Unlike you, he has real shyness problems, so his situation is presently not much better than yours. When this shyness problem of his is under control, he will be able to get serious with females, the likes of which ye can never have. Arr… > Here’s a guy who does fine every time he actually talks to a girl.  He > takes this, and makes the conclusion that dating is impossible in Miami and > that things would be so much different in Utah and that there are all these > barriers with his personality that make meeting a woman impossible and > isn’t his life just so hard?

Well, maybe Miami really is not such a great place (if your shy) to meet women. Mathieu

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>Oh come on, step back from your computer and realize that every post you >make is complaining about how hard it is to meet women.  Then you go to one >singles thing, get a success and go back to saying how hard it is.

Not true. In the past weeks, I’ve also posted complaining about the price of cereal, and extolling the virtues of coffee. Neither had anything at all to do with women.

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trance…@aol.com (Trance909) wrote in news:20030706122520.17964.00000217@mb-m03.aol.com: >>Oh come on, step back from your computer and realize that every post >>you make is complaining about how hard it is to meet women.  Then you >>go to one singles thing, get a success and go back to saying how hard >>it is. > Not true. In the past weeks, I’ve also posted complaining about the > price of cereal, and extolling the virtues of coffee. Neither had > anything at all to do with women.

Well okay, in your last four posts here, only two of them are complaining about the unfairness of gender issues…  But then you called Virgo out on boasting without being willing to put up any evidence, so that definitely makes up for it. — will.p(at)sympatico.ca My introvert forum: http://introversion.hopto.org/forum/index.php

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"William P" <will(dot)p…@sympatico.ca> wrote in message

news:Xns93B0799F9B342willdotpatsympaticod@206.172.150.14… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -> trance…@aol.com (Trance909) wrote in > news:20030706115042.17964.00000210@mb-m03.aol.com: > >>takes this, and makes the conclusion that dating is impossible in > >>Miami and that things would be so much different in Utah and that > >>there are all these barriers with his personality that make meeting a > >>woman impossible and isn’t his life just so hard? > > I never said my life was harder than anyone else’s. I don’t even see > > your point! hehe as for dating being impossible here, I wouldn’t say > > it’s impossible, but it does seem to require a fair bit of luck. I > > think my luck in that area is consistently crappy. Plus, it’s > > difficult – sure, I do fine when I talk to women, but it’s still very > > difficult. > Oh come on, step back from your computer and realize that every post you > make is complaining about how hard it is to meet women.  Then you go to one > singles thing, get a success and go back to saying how hard it is.

Doesn’t that describe EVERY guy here, except that the rest don’t even go to the speed dating stuff?! (except for Davide and maybe one or two others?)

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"Thoughtcube" <thoughtc…@yahoo.com> wrote in news:be9kft$41t$1 @news.iucc.ac.il: >> Oh come on, step back from your computer and realize that every post you >> make is complaining about how hard it is to meet women.  Then you go to > one >> singles thing, get a success and go back to saying how hard it is. > Doesn’t that describe EVERY guy here, except that the rest don’t > even go to the speed dating stuff?! > (except for Davide and maybe one or two others?)

Now you’re starting to understand why this place is so attractive to trolls like me:  It’s a bunch of really smart guys who have fallen into a destructive pattern of spoon feeding themselves a line of seductive bullshit.  That seems to be practically equivalent with male shyness. — will.p(at)sympatico.ca My introvert forum: http://introversion.hopto.org/forum/index.php

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>Often the introverts – people like you – have the most >>depth and as such have the most to offer in an art or poetry setting. >>There are several introverts at the poetry reading. They have the >>hardest time getting to speak, they are full of self-doubt, but when >>they do speak they are the ones that have the most to say.

I am not too sure about this. Nor am I positive that all you need to do is give me a dose of "confidence" and I’ll then be leaving a trail of conversational brilliance all through the room. I don’t agree that lack of confidence is what causes the words to not make their way into my head, and to my mouth.

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trance…@aol.com (Trance909) wrote in news:20030705200014.24499.00000203@mb-m22.aol.com: >>Often the introverts – people like you – have the most >>>depth and as such have the most to offer in an art or poetry setting. >>>There are several introverts at the poetry reading. They have the >>>hardest time getting to speak, they are full of self-doubt, but when >>>they do speak they are the ones that have the most to say. > I am not too sure about this. Nor am I positive that all you need to > do is give me a dose of "confidence" and I’ll then be leaving a trail > of conversational brilliance all through the room. I don’t agree that > lack of confidence is what causes the words to not make their way into > my head, and to my mouth.

Yeah you sound so sure of yourself here I’d be shocked if giving insecure vibes in real life were a factor. — will.p(at)sympatico.ca My introvert forum: http://introversion.hopto.org/forum/index.php

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>Leave trance alone parker. He has a much better mate value than you. >So the guy’s problem with women really is shyness.Not your case.So what?

Better mate value? Thanks for the vote of confidence. hehe but yes, it really is my biggest problem with women. That is my major point of insecurity, the idea that I just can’t talk enough, or be "entertaining" enough.

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trance…@aol.com (Trance909) wrote in news:20030706115042.17964.00000210@mb-m03.aol.com: >>takes this, and makes the conclusion that dating is impossible in >>Miami and that things would be so much different in Utah and that >>there are all these barriers with his personality that make meeting a >>woman impossible and isn’t his life just so hard? > I never said my life was harder than anyone else’s. I don’t even see > your point! hehe as for dating being impossible here, I wouldn’t say > it’s impossible, but it does seem to require a fair bit of luck. I > think my luck in that area is consistently crappy. Plus, it’s > difficult – sure, I do fine when I talk to women, but it’s still very > difficult.

Oh come on, step back from your computer and realize that every post you make is complaining about how hard it is to meet women.  Then you go to one singles thing, get a success and go back to saying how hard it is. — will.p(at)sympatico.ca My introvert forum: http://introversion.hopto.org/forum/index.php

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trance…@aol.com (Trance909) wrote in news:20030706115504.17964.00000212@mb-m03.aol.com: >>Leave trance alone parker. He has a much better mate value than you. >>So the guy’s problem with women really is shyness.Not your case.So >>what? > Better mate value? Thanks for the vote of confidence. hehe but yes, it > really is my biggest problem with women. That is my major point of > insecurity, the idea that I just can’t talk enough, or be > "entertaining" enough.

The major problem seems to me to be that these fantasies of being inherenty inferior are way too appealing for you to easily let go of.  You seem to have some kind of need to proclaim your imagined weaknesses to the world over and over a again. — will.p(at)sympatico.ca My introvert forum: http://introversion.hopto.org/forum/index.php

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>takes this, and makes the conclusion that dating is impossible in Miami and >that things would be so much different in Utah and that there are all these >barriers with his personality that make meeting a woman impossible and >isn’t his life just so hard?

I never said my life was harder than anyone else’s. I don’t even see your point! hehe as for dating being impossible here, I wouldn’t say it’s impossible, but it does seem to require a fair bit of luck. I think my luck in that area is consistently crappy. Plus, it’s difficult – sure, I do fine when I talk to women, but it’s still very difficult.

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matthewfr…@hotmail.com (matthew) wrote in news:fecb07f6.0307060259.1ed82af0@posting.google.com: >> Yeah you sound so sure of yourself here I’d be shocked if giving >> insecure vibes in real life were a factor. > Leave trance alone parker. He has a much better mate value than you. > So the guy’s problem with women really is shyness.Not your case.So > what?

My point is the same as yours. Here’s a guy who does fine every time he actually talks to a girl.  He takes this, and makes the conclusion that dating is impossible in Miami and that things would be so much different in Utah and that there are all these barriers with his personality that make meeting a woman impossible and isn’t his life just so hard? — will.p(at)sympatico.ca My introvert forum: http://introversion.hopto.org/forum/index.php

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -William P <will(dot)p…@sympatico.ca> wrote in message <news:Xns93AFCC921F1BFwilldotpatsympaticod@206.172.150.14>… > trance…@aol.com (Trance909) wrote in > news:20030705200014.24499.00000203@mb-m22.aol.com: > >>Often the introverts – people like you – have the most > >>>depth and as such have the most to offer in an art or poetry setting. > >>>There are several introverts at the poetry reading. They have the > >>>hardest time getting to speak, they are full of self-doubt, but when > >>>they do speak they are the ones that have the most to say. > > I am not too sure about this. Nor am I positive that all you need to > > do is give me a dose of "confidence" and I’ll then be leaving a trail > > of conversational brilliance all through the room. I don’t agree that > > lack of confidence is what causes the words to not make their way into > > my head, and to my mouth. > Yeah you sound so sure of yourself here I’d be shocked if giving insecure > vibes in real life were a factor.

Leave trance alone parker. He has a much better mate value than you. So the guy’s problem with women really is shyness.Not your case.So what?

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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Sacred Pnats <bowotro…@ohtrolleoh.com> wrote in message <news:lheegv4bdb58c474hb33cb7dht3f53r2mf@4ax.com>… > Didn’t know you had lost your job. =( Sorry to hear that. I wish I had parents > to go live with. I think I would go home to a nice quiet room and cry for 3 > weeks. > That is very brave just going to town and reciting poetry like that. > I wish I could just cut loose with my art and just let it rip. Occasionally it > happens but then crap from other people happens. The old how are you supposed to > support yourself doing that speil. =( Pressure to conform to societal > expectations. > so then I scury around find a "regular day job" that is socially acceptable. so > now I am doing what is expected of me. > sigh… > I even asked an ast rologer for help and they poo pooed me with the how am I > going to support myself with art. =( > sigh… sigh…

You can get art shows on weekends at galleries. Or simply go to art stores and show them your art. You don’t have to be doing it for income, you can do it on weekends and evenings and get your work sold. Then gradually move over to it if it works out well enough that you can support yourself with it.

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On Sat, 5 Jul 2003, Ilya Shambat gushed unblushingly: [...] > I am now a part of two poetry circles.

I.e. cliques of regulars who assemble in public places at posted times. To be charged for refreshments, which is the businesses’ raison d’etre. Those ain’t exactly Madame duFarce’s private literary salons, you ass; it’s Poetry Nite at the Dipstick Saloon. They can only gain in stature and exclusivity by barring you. If you wait at the same bus stop every day at the same time and find a small clutch of other people who are always there, does that make you feel part of an elite group too? Wait, hey: out of 6 billion people on earth, one of them might have just breathed in unison with you for two or three minutes — maybe you’re mystically connected and should hunt him/her down to share in that mutual specialness! > One is all young and black, and the other is all old and white.

Yes, you’ll find a lot of unofficial segregation in DC. Or in any old Southern slave city. Or any town of any size anywhere in the USA. So? > I refine my work with the old white people and let it rip with young > black ones. It is a matter of using the mind and the heart in a way > that makes the best of both.

No, it’s a matter of trying to accomodate your overwhelming need to be patted on your silly head to DC’s tacit strictures of ancient racism, which you’ve just shown us you gladly feed on and reinforce — *while* pretending to be against it. That you clearly do so out of a heedless and pathetic desperation only shows you’re too stupid to be evil. Congratulations, Ilya! Two Poetry Saloons have found a clown to share. (You’ll know they really wuv you when they serve you *free* Kool-aid!) BTDTingly, The <= ex-poetaster extraordinaire — "I really don’t understand the situation. But it’s no game." – Bowie (C) `TheDavid^TM’ 2003 | David, P.O. Box 21403, Louisville, KY 40221

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On Sat, 5 Jul 2003, Sacred Pnats asked Ilya: [...] > will you quit flaunting your extraverted experiences in ass and > disclose tips for becoming a extravert like you?

Pounding yourself in the head with a hammer ought to work, though I think Ilya spent several years inhaling chemical warfare agents. The — "I really don’t understand the situation. But it’s no game." – Bowie (C) `TheDavid^TM’ 2003 | David, P.O. Box 21403, Louisville, KY 40221

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Sacred Pnats <bowotro…@ohtrolleoh.com> wrote in message <news:orfdgvkbjj2o7t8sphpfh5p04k7qokrq2u@4ax.com>… > ok Ilya, will you quit flaunting your extraverted experiences in ass and > disclose tips for becoming a extravert like you?

Hi sweetie, I’ve had quite a few inhibitions. In fact I was paralyzed with them and frequently am still. The way I overcame them to be able to do this stuff was through combination of love, divine intervention and rage. I did magick to meet the best artist in the world. I met her. She gave me my voice. She gave inspiration for my poetry. She taught me what she knew about making it as an artist. She also gave me faith in myself. When she left for Florida, and I, having been laid off from my job and unable to find another job, went back to live with my parents, I was constantly getting their crap about how I supposedly am not socially adequate. I kept in my mind the awareness of what I knew and refused to accept the image that they were projecting upon me. One day I was pacing in the basement and fighting for words within myself. I was speaking out loud before a mirror, practicing at giving a speech. All kinds of hateful voices – not out-loud voices, but voices within the head – were shouting at me. I was getting more and more enraged. Then I said finally I have had it! I burst out of myself and said, I will go to DC right now and recite my poetry to people. And I did. I got in my car. I busted a tire on the way there and then walked 15 miles. Then I went into a restaurant. I asked the host if I could recite some poetry to his customers. He said yes. So I started coming up to couples and people who looked open and asked them, Would you like me to recite you some poetry? To those who said yes, I recited Mirage. I was radiating passion and energy. They were grateful. Someone told me that she was hyper, and me sitting next to her and talking to her relaxed her. The next time I went to DC and did this, there was an open mic reading at the Dupont Circle. So I passionately recited poem after poem, to much applause. Someone called me "the punk romantic shaman guy." A singer invited me to her performance at a coffee shop, and I recited some poetry in between her songs. And then I learned about readings at Teaism, which is where I began doing the open mic readings. This is how I got involved in the black scene. The involvement with the white scene was entirely accidental, as I stumbled upon a poetry reading at a bookstore and recited one of my Tsvetaeva translations that I had on hand. The people took interest in me, and I have been attending their meetings. I have had interesting conversations with couples about their relationships, after I read them love poetry – on subways, in restaurants. It is an excellent way to break the ice. I learn a lot about people this way and share what I know. I have seen happy couples, unhappy couples, and people who are well-intentioned but need inspiration. I have known personally and read the works by American originals. In all cases, they had to invent themselves. The solutions just sort of welled up from within, in a storm of fury. I can’t copy anyone else, I have to be entirely self-creative. So for now I’m the punk romantic shaman guy. It is to be understood that, had I gone by the rules for such things – had I believed pop psychology and social convention, had I believed what people on the net told me about my poetry, had I never taken the leap of faith – I would have never gotten to read poetry to people at all. Julia gave me the inspiration, I did a lot of mental work to argue my way out of social traps, God did his thing, then I burst into freedom. There are some people that are introverted, and there are others that are inhibited. Often the introverts – people like you – have the most depth and as such have the most to offer in an art or poetry setting. There are several introverts at the poetry reading. They have the hardest time getting to speak, they are full of self-doubt, but when they do speak they are the ones that have the most to say. What they need is a boost of confidence. I knew a Russian language therapist who was treating a child who could not speak. After several months of maddening attempts to get the child to speak, she picked up a big red ball and started throwing it at the child, shouting "Catch – the ball! Catch – the ball!" This created such an overwhelming emotional experience that the kid started shouting, "Catch- the ball! Catch – the ball!" And the kid learned to speak. I still go back into my inhibited states of mind. Then I fight and claw my way out of them. Each battle shows another cultural lie, another kind of nonsense used to hold people down, another prison to blaze one’s way out of. Doing the work of a spiritual Houdini shows the contours of the civilization. And gives one insight into how to make a path to set others free.

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On 5 Jul 2003 11:00:39 -0700, isham…@hotmail.com (Ilya Shambat) wrote: – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->Sacred Pnats <bowotro…@ohtrolleoh.com> wrote in message <news:orfdgvkbjj2o7t8sphpfh5p04k7qokrq2u@4ax.com>… >> ok Ilya, will you quit flaunting your extraverted experiences in ass and >> disclose tips for becoming a extravert like you? >Hi sweetie, >I’ve had quite a few inhibitions. In fact I was paralyzed with them >and frequently am still. The way I overcame them to be able to do this >stuff was through combination of love, divine intervention and rage. >I did magick to meet the best artist in the world. I met her. She gave >me my voice. She gave inspiration for my poetry. She taught me what >she knew about making it as an artist. She also gave me faith in >myself. >When she left for Florida, and I, having been laid off from my job and >unable to find another job, went back to live with my parents, I was >constantly getting their crap about how I supposedly am not socially >adequate. I kept in my mind the awareness of what I knew and refused >to accept the image that they were projecting upon me. One day I was >pacing in the basement and fighting for words within myself. I was >speaking out loud before a mirror, practicing at giving a speech. All >kinds of hateful voices – not out-loud voices, but voices within the >head – were shouting at me. I was getting more and more enraged. Then >I said finally I have had it! I burst out of myself and said, I will >go to DC right now and recite my poetry to people. >And I did. I got in my car. I busted a tire on the way there and then >walked 15 miles. Then I went into a restaurant. I asked the host if I >could recite some poetry to his customers. He said yes. So I started >coming up to couples and people who looked open and asked them, Would >you like me to recite you some poetry? To those who said yes, I >recited Mirage. I was radiating passion and energy. They were >grateful. Someone told me that she was hyper, and me sitting next to >her and talking to her relaxed her. >The next time I went to DC and did this, there was an open mic reading >at the Dupont Circle. So I passionately recited poem after poem, to >much applause. Someone called me "the punk romantic shaman guy." A >singer invited me to her performance at a coffee shop, and I recited >some poetry in between her songs. And then I learned about readings at >Teaism, which is where I began doing the open mic readings. >This is how I got involved in the black scene. The involvement with >the white scene was entirely accidental, as I stumbled upon a poetry >reading at a bookstore and recited one of my Tsvetaeva translations >that I had on hand. The people took interest in me, and I have been >attending their meetings. >I have had interesting conversations with couples about their >relationships, after I read them love poetry – on subways, in >restaurants. It is an excellent way to break the ice. I learn a lot >about people this way and share what I know. I have seen happy >couples, unhappy couples, and people who are well-intentioned but need >inspiration. >I have known personally and read the works by American originals. In >all cases, they had to invent themselves. The solutions just sort of >welled up from within, in a storm of fury. I can’t copy anyone else, I >have to be entirely self-creative. So for now I’m the punk romantic >shaman guy. >It is to be understood that, had I gone by the rules for such things – >had I believed pop psychology and social convention, had I believed >what people on the net told me about my poetry, had I never taken the >leap of faith – I would have never gotten to read poetry to people at >all. Julia gave me the inspiration, I did a lot of mental work to >argue my way out of social traps, God did his thing, then I burst into >freedom. >There are some people that are introverted, and there are others that >are inhibited. Often the introverts – people like you – have the most >depth and as such have the most to offer in an art or poetry setting. >There are several introverts at the poetry reading. They have the >hardest time getting to speak, they are full of self-doubt, but when >they do speak they are the ones that have the most to say. What they >need is a boost of confidence. >I knew a Russian language therapist who was treating a child who could >not speak. After several months of maddening attempts to get the child >to speak, she picked up a big red ball and started throwing it at the >child, shouting "Catch – the ball! Catch – the ball!" This created >such an overwhelming emotional experience that the kid started >shouting, "Catch- the ball! Catch – the ball!" And the kid learned to >speak. >I still go back into my inhibited states of mind. Then I fight and >claw my way out of them. Each battle shows another cultural lie, >another kind of nonsense used to hold people down, another prison to >blaze one’s way out of. Doing the work of a spiritual Houdini shows >the contours of the civilization. And gives one insight into how to >make a path to set others free.

Didn’t know you had lost your job. =( Sorry to hear that. I wish I had parents to go live with. I think I would go home to a nice quiet room and cry for 3 weeks. That is very brave just going to town and reciting poetry like that. I wish I could just cut loose with my art and just let it rip. Occasionally it happens but then crap from other people happens. The old how are you supposed to support yourself doing that speil. =( Pressure to conform to societal expectations. so then I scury around find a "regular day job" that is socially acceptable. so now I am doing what is expected of me. sigh… I even asked an ast rologer for help and they poo pooed me with the how am I going to support myself with art. =( sigh… sigh…

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I thought it was possible to treat you like a human being, but apparently that’s not possible. Die, scum. Die. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -David O’Lantern <theda…@shell.rawbw.com> wrote in message <news:20030705092506.C80833@shell.rawbw.com>… > On Sat, 5 Jul 2003, Ilya Shambat gushed unblushingly: > [...] > > I am now a part of two poetry circles. > I.e. cliques of regulars who assemble in public places at posted times. > To be charged for refreshments, which is the businesses’ raison d’etre. > Those ain’t exactly Madame duFarce’s private literary salons, you ass; > it’s Poetry Nite at the Dipstick Saloon. They can only gain in stature > and exclusivity by barring you. > If you wait at the same bus stop every day at the same time and find a > small clutch of other people who are always there, does that make you > feel part of an elite group too? Wait, hey: out of 6 billion people on > earth, one of them might have just breathed in unison with you for two > or three minutes — maybe you’re mystically connected and should hunt > him/her down to share in that mutual specialness! > > One is all young and black, and the other is all old and white. > Yes, you’ll find a lot of unofficial segregation in DC. Or in any old > Southern slave city. Or any town of any size anywhere in the USA. So? > > I refine my work with the old white people and let it rip with young > > black ones. It is a matter of using the mind and the heart in a way > > that makes the best of both. > No, it’s a matter of trying to accomodate your overwhelming need to be > patted on your silly head to DC’s tacit strictures of ancient racism, > which you’ve just shown us you gladly feed on and reinforce — *while* > pretending to be against it. That you clearly do so out of a heedless > and pathetic desperation only shows you’re too stupid to be evil. > Congratulations, Ilya! Two Poetry Saloons have found a clown to share. > (You’ll know they really wuv you when they serve you *free* Kool-aid!) > BTDTingly, > The <= ex-poetaster extraordinaire

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The woman who is called in DC poetry scene the High Priestess of Poetry gave me a hug yesterday as I came into the Euphoria bar. She started the reading with, "Everything is in divine order. What goes around, comes around," then went into a wild rendition of her poem "Who will save the children." Behind her a band was playing, Jimmy Peppermint and the Fish, accompanying every reader with music. When my turn came I closed my eyes, threw back my head and passionately recited Pieces, to wild applause from the audience. Then I went to Javahead cafe. The place was packed with black poets, and I was one of three white people there. A sweet young girl read this: "If we come as ashes and we leave as dust, why are you so full of shit?" Another, very very thin, girl ended her piece as something like the follows: "You ask me if I love you with my heart, but I love you with my ass. See how much is there? That’s how much I love you." Then a fellow with long hair sat down and read two gorgeous poems, one directed to a girl and writing about her wrenching struggles ("you grow your wings and they get cut off"), and another about how when he was in high school the black girls did not like him but the white girls did, which got him hated all around. He said something like, "I wanted love from all but I got hatred from everyone." Outside he masterfully fielded questions from people, with a serious expression, telling people that he wrote to mend lives, mainly his own but others if he can. I talked to him and told him I understood what he was writing about, and he said he loves it when he is understood by people who aren’t in his social group – that the art events are segregated on race, and when a white person understands what a black person is going through it is great. A burly man took the stage and said, "They tell me I’m nothing. What do I say to that?" From the audience came the words, "Fuck You." "They tell me I’m no good. What do I say to that?" "Fuck You." Then he played on his guitar a song he wrote for his homeless friend, "Sometimes I feel like a motherless child.. sometimes I feel like a homeless man.." A girl with sideburns talked about how someone said to her, "You know, the white boy culture is overlooked as a legitimate lifestyle." A burly white guy put his finger on his chin and said, "Hm.. the white boy culture" and I turned to him and echoed, "hm.. the white boy culture." She then read from Khalil Gibran, "Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness; For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable." A charismatic young fellow who comes from the worst of the ghetto and works in community activism did a poem about deep psychological pain. Then it was my turn. First I read Infinity from paper, then I closed my eyes and went into a trance and recited The Golden One. Then I wildly gesticulated and looked people in the eye as I recited Truth. From the audience came a voice, "We love you Ilya." The man conducting the reading commented how in The Golden One, "Greatness must always be self-creative," is a useful line for the poets to heed. I walked outside and ran into a man who was waiting for a bus. I sold him one of my books. When I walked back in, a tall fellow was reciting a poem that he wrote for his little daughter, with his little daughter in the audience. When he was done he came up to his daughter and gave her a hug. A woman with expression of strength on her face said, "In every woman’s life there are two first times. There is the first time and there is the first good time." Then she read a beautiful poem about how a man took her to "a place called ecstasy" which is "next to paradise and right across the street from agony." Then she sang. There was less political verse there than usual, which was a relief. People tend to ignore beauty of poetry when they write their political opinions, and I do not come to these readings in order to hear propaganda but rather to hear and share art. Poetry has to be artistic, first. Then it can be anything it wants to be. I am now a part of two poetry circles. One is all young and black, and the other is all old and white. I refine my work with the old white people and let it rip with young black ones. It is a matter of using the mind and the heart in a way that makes the best of both.

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On 5 Jul 2003 01:48:32 -0700, isham…@hotmail.com (Ilya Shambat) wrote: – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->The woman who is called in DC poetry scene the High Priestess of >Poetry gave me a hug yesterday as I came into the Euphoria bar. She >started the reading with, "Everything is in divine order. What goes >around, comes around," then went into a wild rendition of her poem >"Who will save the children." Behind her a band was playing, Jimmy >Peppermint and the Fish, accompanying every reader with music. When my >turn came I closed my eyes, threw back my head and passionately >recited Pieces, to wild applause from the audience. >Then I went to Javahead cafe. The place was packed with black poets, >and I was one of three white people there. A sweet young girl read >this: "If we come as ashes and we leave as dust, why are you so full >of shit?" Another, very very thin, girl ended her piece as something >like the follows: "You ask me if I love you with my heart, but I love >you with my ass. See how much is there? That’s how much I love you." >Then a fellow with long hair sat down and read two gorgeous poems, one >directed to a girl and writing about her wrenching struggles ("you >grow your wings and they get cut off"), and another about how when he >was in high school the black girls did not like him but the white >girls did, which got him hated all around. He said something like, "I >wanted love from all but I got hatred from everyone." Outside he >masterfully fielded questions from people, with a serious expression, >telling people that he wrote to mend lives, mainly his own but others >if he can. I talked to him and told him I understood what he was >writing about, and he said he loves it when he is understood by people >who aren’t in his social group – that the art events are segregated on >race, and when a white person understands what a black person is going >through it is great. >A burly man took the stage and said, "They tell me I’m nothing. What >do I say to that?" From the audience came the words, "Fuck You." "They >tell me I’m no good. What do I say to that?" "Fuck You." Then he >played on his guitar a song he wrote for his homeless friend, >"Sometimes I feel like a motherless child.. sometimes I feel like a >homeless man.." >A girl with sideburns talked about how someone said to her, "You know, >the white boy culture is overlooked as a legitimate lifestyle." A >burly white guy put his finger on his chin and said, "Hm.. the white >boy culture" and I turned to him and echoed, "hm.. the white boy >culture." She then read from Khalil Gibran, "Your children are not >your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for >itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are >with you, yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but >not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts. You may house >their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house >of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may >strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life >goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from >which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees >the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His >might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the >archer’s hand be for gladness; For even as he loves the arrow that >flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable." >A charismatic young fellow who comes from the worst of the ghetto and >works in community activism did a poem about deep psychological pain. >Then it was my turn. >First I read Infinity from paper, then I closed my eyes and went into >a trance and recited The Golden One. Then I wildly gesticulated and >looked people in the eye as I recited Truth. From the audience came a >voice, "We love you Ilya." The man conducting the reading commented >how in The Golden One, "Greatness must always be self-creative," is a >useful line for the poets to heed. >I walked outside and ran into a man who was waiting for a bus. I sold >him one of my books. When I walked back in, a tall fellow was reciting >a poem that he wrote for his little daughter, with his little daughter >in the audience. When he was done he came up to his daughter and gave >her a hug. >A woman with expression of strength on her face said, "In every >woman’s life there are two first times. There is the first time and >there is the first good time." Then she read a beautiful poem about >how a man took her to "a place called ecstasy" which is "next to >paradise and right across the street from agony." Then she sang. >There was less political verse there than usual, which was a relief. >People tend to ignore beauty of poetry when they write their political >opinions, and I do not come to these readings in order to hear >propaganda but rather to hear and share art. Poetry has to be >artistic, first. Then it can be anything it wants to be. >I am now a part of two poetry circles. One is all young and black, and >the other is all old and white. I refine my work with the old white >people and let it rip with young black ones. It is a matter of using >the mind and the heart in a way that makes the best of both.

ok Ilya, will you quit flaunting your extraverted experiences in ass and disclose tips for becoming a extravert like you?

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