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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 |

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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

Europe. An_ unidentified |

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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ON A

ALLY BAD DAY.

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