From: LouisFors <LouisFors@aol.com>
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Date: Wed, 29 Apr 1998 22:45:37 EDT
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Subject: It's all Charley's fault
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Expatriate obsessed by trinity,
Declared them, famously, about roses,
And musically about saints.
She defamed a city's soul,
Proclaimed there was no there, there.

Harried professor, never done,
She sought meanings from poet, 
Allegedly in white, often slant.
She learned that pressure helped
Get what needed to be done, done.

The two met, quite by chance, 
At Disney's Nautilus Theme Park,
One to see if it was there,
The other to learn if it was done.
Wandering in chambers, echoing in folds,
They agreed: not there, not done, who cares?
                           
      Shamefully submitted, by Louis Forsdale

Here's the lineage of the foregoing mish mash.

Elizabeth wrote:

...it strikes me as funny that the time i have to work non-stop is when i
really get what i need to get done, done.

Louis replied:

There's a neat poem there!

Then Charley threw a challenge:
 
...as I read Louis' message I thought of Gertrude Stein's quip about Oakland,
California- "There's no there, there." so maybe somebody can merge these into
a flight of fancy where you escape to a place where there's no there, there to
avoid getting what needs to be done, done. The visual for the frontispiece
might be Wyeth's "Chambered Nautilus." Of course, depending on how you move in
the Nautilus, you either find a definite "there" or shoot out into the void.
 
Oh, for those familiar with this work, do you see there a sort of an ED
resonance?
  
Now, Louis responds to Charley.

Tantalizer!  Sure there's something EDish there, there.  And, even without a
poetic bone in my head--not pretending to know meter, rhyme, assonance or
dissonance--I've have struggled to come up with something to post.  It's up
above.  After all, I've already repeatedly shamed myself publicly; why stop
now? There must be somebody with poetic talent in this group, however, who can
throw a decent lyric.