Date: Fri, 4 Dec 1998 09:30:24 -0500 From: Words from the Monastery Subject: Re: [WRITERS] INT: Toscano for List Italian Having read this I would naturally assume that you've abdicated any desire for t he rank of List Crumugeon and have fully thrown your hat (hopefully, no one's head inside) into the ring for the ignamous position of List Romantic ... no? Anthony V. Toscano wrote: > At 10:22 PM -0800 12/03/98, Judy Ray wrote: > > >If a true curmugeon is really what > >Anthony says, he fits the bill like no one else on the list so far. Cynicism > >is his middle name, nonbelief his credo, and trust? Hell, he won't even > >tell *me* where he lives! :) > > Dear Judy, > > I respect the way you accept me for what I am and the way you always push > me for more. Your feminine sensitivity is almost powerful enough to leave > me feeling spiritual early in the morning, and when I'm in a spiritual mood > I'm so much more docile and cuddly round the edges. > > But the list this morning feels rather faint and wispy; don't you agree? > Your poem sounded cute and rhythmic (you must realize the important role > rhythm plays in your life as an artist, no?), and whenever you talk about > getting laid my stiletto clicks and points itself toward Sicily, but the > rest is all so friendly and agreeable. > > I suggest we begin again to talk of Clinton and the exciting debate now > going on in congress. You can start by telling us that the whole thing's > just a sex issue, that Republicans are jealous because fewer of them, per > pinstripe, have gotten laid at the office than have their Democrat > counterparts, and I can tell you about the importance of rules for their > own sake. The other Anthony, the scalawag poet and political profiteer, > might even enter the discusssion with a poem of no fewer than twenty-five > lines, no more than three words to each line, and a pungent punchline > regarding the nature of bias in our society. > > If that doesn't light a conversation a curmudgeon might enjoy, then maybe > we can speak of grammar? I could begin aloud to notice all the spelling > mistakes lately submitted here in place of art, and a bunch of girls and > their liberal-minded male defenders could jump all over me and together try > to pull the steel rod out of my ass. > > No? Well then how about a pheromonal love poem from one of the romantics > on list? One of the cloying kind that slip out unobstructed by propriety > and shame after the third glass of wine late at night. > > If anyone cares to help my mood -- and the general tenor of the list -- > with such a contribution, please include the word soul at least two times > before the third verse, and quick suggest with subtle metaphor that we're > all no more than a putrid gang of inner-children struggling with the nature > of orgasm and therapeutic bowel movements. > > --------------- > Ciao, > Don Anthony V. Toscano > The Only Curmudgeon with a stiletto in his stocking and another one in his > underwear > > atoscan@ix.netcom.com > anthonyvt@aol.com -- volente Deo, Anthony http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/4640/ Don't let anyone rent space in your head!