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Inside: To Polyies, News Issues from the Leftists, A Little(literal) Essay on Love, and a Poem that Pulp Quite Likes.
First off, and most importantly, to our Poly fans: SHOUT OUTS! (Oh no, please.) Pulp is the OFFICIAL crap zine of the poly rooms and we're ever so proud.
Hi there…I've got issues. Other than those.
Colin sent this to me a while ago, very late at night. He was worried, but I like it a great deal-C
There are too many things I want to say, soA Poem Pulp Quite Likes:
many ways I want to say, 'I love you', but I can only sum it up in those
three. For some reason though, that is not enough. Internally it feels
stronger than any three words have the power to express. I feel like I
have to do something phenomenal, something so expressive, something, some
way, completely original and with so much meaning to show how I feel, as no
three words can ever show how I feel about her. These clichéd, over
used words have little meaning anymore. Used daily as an instinctive
response, a reflex to the action of another. And, as it is so widely used for
non-sensical purposes for those who do not understand its meaning, the
what they say it becomes an act; taken from films, but the best actors
can, and do fool us with false meaning. I just wish I could use these
three words, this renowned phrase in its full, original power and
strength before it lost all resemblance to the potential energy held
inside a phrase with such a hidden meaning, known to all but seldom fully felt.
Now, it, to many, is just a con, used for pleasure's purpose, or to
comfort, strengthen with false confidence or is it just a misunderstanding by
the naive? For its many reasons, this once long used, once miraculous
phrase which held phenomenal meaning has now diminished, faded into the past
and is as over used and is thoroughly comparable to a cheap curry, which
sometimes tastes good and, with substance, can provide a hunger temporarily,
but in today's society, has only a impractical use. Now more intense ways are
sought after to prove one's love one's devout feeling for another. While
some still believe that 'I love you' is reserved for the one that it
has true meaning. Those are the ones who have and ace in their hand and
need to be preserved, for although an old fashioned path, it is one of dignity,
pride and honesty. How I wish I were one of those few who took it
that this little sentence would come to mean the person they referred it
to would be the only perceivable one for them. But as misused, as it is,
I still need a better way, which even in today's society, literature
cannot compare to in feeling. What I sense is more than are or action can
produce, more than a musical work or a bodily exchange of fluids. This, my
explanation of love and its meaning to me, although a lot of waffle and
tripe is my excuse and confession that I cannot express how I feel in its
entirety, but I know I've found the one.
the first time I felt the fragility of a record
like a spark.
and the power of a disco ball.
fear of too-fat thighs
in pants that swept the ground
free of pollution.
And of thin-soled shoes
that read on so many lives unknowingly
knowing only of herself
without filing themselves down
with the grit of obligation.
Thanx to lena for sending that in....we shall think about it all day long~