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Number 1 14 February 1992
In this issue:
``Vendoland Sestina'' by Para-chan (Bryant Durrell)
``Why Can't I Find Love?'' by JoJo (Stan Joseph Paszt, Jr.)
Untitled by JoJo (Stan Joseph Paszt, Jr.)
Untitled by JoJo (Stan Joseph Paszt, Jr.)
Untitled by JoJo (Stan Joseph Paszt, Jr.)
``Valentine'' by JoJo (Stan Joseph Paszt, Jr.)
``the heart of the garden'' by li'ir (Peter Kim)
``ah! rain!'' by li'ir (Peter Kim)
untitled by li'ir (Peter Kim)
``arrogance'' by li'ir (Peter Kim)
``still warm'' by li'ir (Peter Kim)
``through the wall'' by darkfox (Johnson Earls)
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"...and Mount Helicon rose from the Earth unto the Heavens.
Poseidon, Lord of the Ocean, commanded Pegasus, mightiest of
the winged horses, to halt the ascent of the Mount. Pegasus
flew down and landed hard upon Mount Helicon, and the Mount
stopped its rise to the Heavens. Where Pegasus struck the
side of the Mount, water sprang forth. This spring was
named Hippocrene. The Hippocrene's waters give poetic
inspiration to those drinking of them. The spring became
beloved of the Muses..."
the myth of the Hippocrene
as told by li'ir stormwalker
The Hippocrene Fellowship began on the muck known as
Pegasus. It was born when poetry lovers at Pegasus began
meeting regularly. Since then, a second chapter of the
Hippocrene Fellowship has begun on FurryMUCK. Anyone and
everyone is welcome to attend the meetings of the Hippocrene
Fellowship, Furry Chapter. For more information, contact
li'ir or Pegasus on FurryMUCK (128.2.254.5 2323) or send
email to kimpl@soda.berkeley.edu.
Hippocrene Offerings is a publication of the Hippocrene
Fellowship, Furry Chapter. (c) Copyright 1992, Johnson
Earls and Peter Kim. All Rights Reserved. May be
distributed electronically as a whole; hardcopies are
limited to a single copy for personal use. Individual works
not copyrighted unless otherwise stated.
Editors and Staff : Johnson Earls and Peter Kim
``Vendoland Sestina''
Para-chan
Copyleft 1991, Bryant Durrell
May be freely redistributed in any form.
The vendoland holds many squat machines,
Awaiting people, in the English building.
They come with silver money, clutching coins,
Some feed crisp dollar bills into the slots,
And then they leave, the machines left alone
In the vendoland, under the dim light.
At nine, the vendoland sees morning light
Reflecting off the glass of the machines.
The people come in groups, seldom alone.
Coffee aroma throughout the building,
Money rushing, pouring into the slots,
Cash boxes overflowing with their coins.
A CS student, nervous, jangles coins;
Walks hastily, his footsteps very light.
He thinks that students must fit into slots.
He doesn't know words well, he knows machines.
Looking uneasy in the wrong building
In his face, you can see that he's alone.
Kid in a blue jacket, walking alone,
Fumbles in his pocket; finding no coins,
Looks around, sees no one in the building,
Hits the soda machine. His touch is light
At first, then harder. At last, the machines
Reward him with a soda from their slots.
A group, back from spring break, from Vegas slots,
People that never want to be alone.
They crowd noisily around the machines,
They do not notice when they lose some coins,
They banter carelessly, their tone is light.
It's quiet when they finally leave the building.
At night most people have left the building.
Far away, a teacher smiles as she slots
A graded paper into place. Her light
On the third floor, west wing, is all alone
And she will not want to spend any coins
Tonight. No one else will use the machines.
Silent, the light shines onto the machines.
In silence, the slots wait for future coins.
The building, inanimate, is lonely.
``Why Can't I Find Love?''
JoJo
(c) Copyright 1987, Stan Joseph Paszt, Jr.
All Rights Reserved
Why Can't I find Love?
Is it that hard to hold?
Maybe I won't find it
Until I'm very old.
Others hve found it
That I can see;
Why does it always
Escape from me?
I try very hard
To do things right
So that I can
Go to sleep an might.
It is very hard
For me to be free,
When someone I like
Just can't see me.
Untitled
JoJo
(c) Copyright 1987, Stan Joseph Paszt, Jr.
All Rights Reserved
Before I met you,
I was afraid to let my feelings show.
I felt that if one person didn't like me,
No one did.
But you showed me that
That wasn't true.
I was too shy
Too insecure;
I felt that everyone was laughing at me.
Since I've been with you, though,
You've shown me how
To let myself go a little,
Have a little fun,
Be wild if I want to
And not care what people think--
Thanks Friend.
Untitled
JoJo
(c) Copyright 1987, Stan Joseph Paszt, Jr.
All Rights Reserved
When I think of you
My eyes get misty;
When I had to leave,
My heart broke.
I was in love,
The first in my life.
It was wonderful;
It was grand;
I was ona cloud
When you held my hand.
But then I had to leave
And start anew;
Leaving you behind;
We knew we would never meet again.
Itry to find someone to take your place,
But no one can measure up to you.
You were the best thing in my life,
How could anyone be better?
I miss you--
So very much.
Untitled
JoJo
(c) Copyright 1987, Stan Joseph Paszt, Jr.
All Rights Reserved
To a dear friend,
One who means so much;
I'll miss you when you're gone;
So much, I can't measure it.
We've had so much fun together,
You and I;
I don't know what I'll do when
You're gone.
We haven't been together long,
But we know each other well.
I wish I could go with you,
But I can't, I know.
We may never see each other again,
But I don't want to leave with a good-bye.
So I'll say...
Farewell.
``Valentine''
JoJo
(c) Copyright 1987, Stan Joseph Paszt, Jr.
All Rights Reserved
You are my heart
And my soul,
You're everything
That makes me whole.
When I'm alone
I cry and weep,
From my eyes
Tears seem to seep.
Without you
I would not be
What am,
Oh. can't you see?
You make me happy
And full of joy,
When I see you
I think, "Oh Boy!"
The one thing I want
Is a valentine,
So please, Oh please,
Say you'll be mine.
``still warm''
li'ir
(c) Copyright 1991, Peter Kim
All Rights Reserved
we broke the eternal silence with song
and for our vile blasphemy
you rent our throats
we pierced the immortal darkness with light
and for our black sin
you plucked our eyes
we shattered the undying stillness with dance
and for our heinous crime
you buried us still warm
untitled
li'ir
(c) Copyright 1991, Peter Kim
All Rights Reserved
words flow trippingly from your mouth
a gentle stream
a shower falling upon the ear like leaves
of the forest tickling them gently
and then vanish into the soil
the original poem was about someone's arrogant drivel
but i liked the untitled version better
arrogance
li'ir
(c) Copyright 1991, Peter Kim
All Rights Reserved
words flow trippingly from your mouth
*trip trip trip*
a gentle stream
*burble gurgle*
a shower falling upon the ear like leaves
*splat splat splat*
of the forest tickling them gently
*hoho haha heehee*
and then vanish into the soil
the heart of the garden
li'ir
(c) Copyright 1991, Peter Kim
All Rights Reserved
brush brittle and brown
lies round the garden
water long the uknown guest
along the garden wall
flowers bear blooms
time has made dust
bird song and nest
echo and empty in the silence
the spring hesitantly flows
watering the last rosebud
at the heart of the garden
ah! rain!
li'ir
(c) Copyright 1991, Peter Kim
All Rights Reserved
ah! rain!
so long the drying land
withered in the drought
finally the clouds return
they pour their precious gift
upon the thirsting land.
so now the blooming begins
through the wall
darkfox
(c) Copyright 1992, Johnson Earls
All Rights Reserved
darkness.
where am i?
what am i?
i hear voices but cannot respond.
i see forms that i cannot touch.
i am different than they.
i wander in the darkness, alone.
i tell myself i am the same as them, but i do not believe.
then, a crack of light.
new voices mingle with the old, with new words.
surprise! others like me!
they tell of their feelings, i find them in me.
they talk of their joys, they are mine.
they speak of their fears, and my fears echo them.
i hear the voices, i see new forms. but still! i cannot touch.
agony! finally, others like me and i am still trapped!
i shout out, they do not hear; the wall before me keeps me forever apart.
rage! i beat the darkness with all my might.
a few blows land; the crack grows wider.
i renew my efforts, and others are there, joining me, tearing at the darkness.
another blow and
crash! the wall is down!
i look around, and i see the world.
i hear the people talking to me, and i speak back and they hear!
i reach out and i feel... a touch in response, a hug, a world of support.
i shout out in joy, "i am gay!
and my heart rejoices...
i am free.