UPEI SUN Novenber 18, I982 
     
    
   
   
    
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     MYTBDEHTH 
     
    
   
   
    
     King Arthur is still seri- 
     
    

    
     ously dead, 
     
    

    
     Round tables fill the cafe- 
     
     teria, 
     
    

    
     And pages only fill books. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Romancecxnes fnxneulItalian 
     
     clown, named Harlequin. 
     
     Making love is an insult 
     
     (intercourse off) 
     
    

    
     Naked body more obscene than 
     
     a naked blade. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Plastic saints glow in the 
     
     dark, 
     
    

    
     And red-suited ones promise 
     
     toys to spoiled kids 
     
    

    
     Who is Yahweh? Is God God? 
     
    
   
   
    
     L. M. 
     
    
   
   
    
     $—_———- 
     
    
   
   
    
     ENGINEER'S HILL NO. 4. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Today is the day all the 
     
     Engineers are away 
     
    
   
   
    
     Tufts of snow cover the 
     
     show that summer had 
     
     given so delightfully 
     
    
   
   
    
     In the soft soft snow mice 
     
     and bunny tracks criss— 
     
     cross the hill that 
     
    

    
     the smnner suns kissed 
     
     with a passion 
     
    
   
   
    
     The winter is there and 
     
     it feels so rare to be 
     
     here to see the last 
     
     quince rolling down 
     
     Engineer's Hill. 
     
    
   
   
    
     By Ed Orlowski. 
     
    
   
   
    
     (Just for you PussybCat.) ; 
     
    
   
   
    
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     THE SPORTING LIFE 
     
    
   
   
    
     Warriors go where 
     
     warriors will, 
     
     Paying that bloody old 
     
     butcher's bill. 
     
     Hell9000 came through 
     
     Kubrick eyes of grace 
     
     To break First Law and 
     
     find the face. 
     
     Conputer's kodachrone 
     
     kiss makes life a game 
     
     where karma is worth 
     
     , six points(if the 
     
     ‘\ conversion is good) 
     
     Touchdown of the' natt— 
     
     ering nabobs of neg— 
     
     ativism',means very 
     
     little, Saint Peter 
     
     says. 
     
    
   
   
    
     quq. line after line 
     
    
   
   
    
     £13 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     LIFEUmflflfimE 
     
    
   
   
    
     Tender mercies reach 
     
     Molten heart but not 
     
     before the Fall. 
     
    

    
     Live through sight and 
     
     dive through mirrors to 
     
     find your love. 
     
    

    
     Dive through eyes of 
     
     seeing souls, 
     
    

    
     Light can tell the 
     
    

    
     mirrored walls. 
     
    
   
   
    
     ' mews! 
     
    
   
   
    
     bknmnber 19 - Knife 
     
    

    
     In the Head. w. Germany 
     
     19787”Dir§Etor Reinhard, 
     
     Hauff. Starring Bruno 
     
     ‘Canz. A man is shot 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     Kill the clown and take ‘ | during an anti-ter- 
     
     the tale. . rorist raid and loses 
     
     (My love never reaches hisrmamnan speeCh 
     
     land, and ability to function. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Is he a terrorist, or 
     
     simply another "harmless 
     
     citizen?" 
     
     ,I Novenber 26 - Les 
     
    

    
     Fleurs Sauva es- canaoa 
     
     I982.Director Jean—Pierre 
     
     Lefebvre.Starring Marthe 
     
     Nadeau. A lyrical, ncwb 
     
     ing fihn about conflicts 
     
     and resolutions between 
     
     generations. Winner, Gold— 
     
     I en Pahn, Cannes, I982. 
     
     Jean-Pierre Lefebvre will 
     
     be in attendance to 
     
     introduce and discuss hiS“ 
     
     fihn. ’ _ 
     
     /’ 
     
    
   
   
    
     Though throat-felt 
     
     heart attains the 
     
     wounds) 
     
     —UM 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
          
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     Surfacinp 
     
    
   
   
    
     The expanse of emotions 
     
    

    
     is as Ereat as the distance 
     
     between here and there, 
     
    

    
     where ever there may be. 
     
    

    
     Mind wanders across your vision 
     
     like some worn out engine 
     
     within a metal body 
     
    

    
     on some lonesome, l 
     
     beaten dOwn, country road 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     Black asphalt patches 
     
    

    
     are like the unpleasant~ 
     
     blots in your memory. 
     
    

    
     Blots that needed mending 
     
     but now seem to marr 
     
    

    
     an all but beautiful surface 
     
     of what's happening now.‘ 
     
    
   
   
    
     On   
     
     the quince ligiStill 
     
     beneath aiblénket of snow. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Thistexpanse goes on, p 
     
    

    
     as long the road you travel; 
     
     Cracks and grooves, potholes 
     
     and bumps, 
     
    
   
   
    
     memories pour forth and 
     
     'surface one by one _ 
     
    

    
     as you reach your destination 
     
     both physically and mentally. 
     
    
   
   
    
     bv: m Arsenault 
     
    
   
   
    
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     A Moment Cherished 
     
    
   
   
    
     'grooves and channels; ; 
     
    

    
     ' .as the wind plays its** 
     
     .gafies on, across, and” 1._;1 ‘ 
     
     .down Engineerls-§illeer,flk, 
     
    
   
   
    
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     By Edifierowski. 
     
    
   
   
    
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     shining y 
     
     'like a copper pennfi 
     
     take lonper steps 
     
     because 
     
    

    
     tomorrow you may not 
     
    
   
   
    
     take any. 
     
     by: NM Arsenault 
     
    
   
   
    
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