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     On slowly 
     
     becoming rapids 
     
    
   
   
    
     The south shore rocks are 
     
    

    
     melting 
     
    

    
     into the hands of the strait 
     
    

    
     slowly fertilizing the Gulf 
     
    

    
     if it happened in a day 
     
    

    
     we'd all become deadwood 
     
    

    
     adrift 
     
    

    
     to light in New Brunswick 
     
    

    
     harbours 
     
    

    
     and Cape Breton inlets 
     
    

    
     tipping slowly through St. 
     
    

    
     Lawrence 
     
    

    
     locks and draining in the in- 
     
    

    
     terior 
     
    

    
     rusting away in the salt wa- 
     
    

    
     ter brine 
     
    

    
     dotting the beaches with our 
     
    

    
     smiles 
     
    

    
     but instead they build uni- 
     
    

    
     versities 
     
    

    
     to stop the driftwood 
     
    

    
     from slipping out to sea. 
     
     —Arik Duparqg 
     
    
   
   
    
     Fade to Grey 
     
    
   
   
    
     ' arnished, junked 
     
     _and forgotten 
     
     Piled high against the wall 
     
    
   
   
    
     ‘ Consumered out of existence 
     
    
   
   
    
     Everything fades 
     
     Into the background 
     
     After one moment of bril- 
     
     liance 
     
    

    
     Until all about 
     
    

    
     Has turned grey 
     
    

    
     And we search frantically 
     
     Amid a world of relics 
     
     For a glimmer 
     
    

    
     One piece of shine 
     
    

    
     One reminder of heaven 
     
     In this hell of rust 
     
    

    
     —Greg Murray 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     Let’s brood over this 
     
    
   
   
    
     i think, in the subjective 
     
     mood, 
     
    

    
     that the art of thought - 
     
    

    
     in some sort of 
     
     anti-conformity 
     
    

    
     biased, in Cerebrumand grey 
     
     matter 
     
    

    
     when we trip over cobwebs 
     
     and 
     
    

    
     dust out the corners occa- 
     
     sionally 
     
    

    
     brooding over uncertain mis- 
     
     placed memories 
     
    

    
     i remember and i thinking 
     
     of thought quite similar to 
     
     something 
     
    

    
     i can’t place, on the tip of my 
     
     tongue 
     
    

    
     i’m sure it was something to 
     
     do with 
     
    

    
     i remember her and that it 
     
     wasn’t | 
     
    

    
     anything like smells like 
     
     tastes like 
     
    

    
     sounds like looks like not 
     
     quite 
     
    

    
     but almost and then there’s 
     
     love. 
     
    
   
   
    
     —Arik Duparq | 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
     Page 
     
    
   
   
    
     Tee Puns of Clio 
     
    
   
   
    
     One day as Clio was 
     
     browsing through the library 
     
     he noticed a book entitled, A 
     
     Study of Punography: The 
     
     History of Puns. Clio went 
     
     to a carrel and began read- 
     
     ing. 
     
    

    
     Clio had gone through 
     
     several bad puns when he 
     
     came across a passage de- 
     
     scribing two people martyred 
     
     for their beliefs in medieval 
     
    
   
   
    
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     observer quipped: “They 
     
     shared the flame!” 
     
    

    
     Another page 
     
     discussed one person’s obser- 
     
     vation that a medieval Eu- 
     
     ropean religious leader once 
     
     said that priests were of- 
     
     ten stereotyped as sitting on 
     
     donkeys and throwing fruit 
     
     at young girls. This observer 
     
     then stated that this passage 
     
     likely gave rise to the expres- 
     
     sion, “Grapes of Wrath”. 
     
    
   
   
    
     One page concerned ill- 
     
    
   
   
    
     nesses. One author quipped: 
     
    
   
   
    
     “When someone has a mi- 
     
     graine, does that mean that 
     
     it is his graine, or can anyone 
     
     have it?” Another historian 
     
     wondered whether athelete’s 
     
     foot came straight from the 
     
     heart or straight from the 
     
     horse’s mouth. And one psy- 
     
     chiatrist speculated that a 
     
    
   
   
    
     child who. often puts his foot 
     
     in his mouth will likely be- 
     
     come a politician when he 
     
     grows up. 
     
    

    
     One author found it in- 
     
     teresting that one could re- 
     
     gard words as_ playthings. 
     
     This was evidenced in the 
     
     definition of a pun as being 
     
     a ‘play on words’. 
     
    
   
   
    
     One chapter was devoted 
     
     to science. One early ‘sci- 
     
     entist’ speculated that the 
     
     first two clouds that hit 
     
     each other halfway between 
     
    
   
   
    
     -earth and the boundaries of 
     
    
   
   
    
     space had constituted the 
     
     first ‘mid-air’ collision. An- 
     
     other scientist claimed to 
     
     know the origin of the word 
     
     barley. Years ago a great fire’ 
     
     swept through Europe. One 
     
     farmer just managed to save 
     
     his wheat crop. When some- 
     
     hody asked him if he had 
     
     saved his crop, he replied, 
     
     “Barely.” 
     
    

    
     Finally Clio put down 
     
     the book in disgust. He had 
     
     had enough of bad puns. He 
     
     decided to urge the library 
     
     staff to remove this offensive 
     
     book from the shelves. Tf 
     
     they did not comply, Clio felt 
     
     he would be forced to take 
     
     ‘punitive measures.’ 
     
    
   
   
    
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