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of the monthly columns
from past editions of 1997

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I breathe the sweet breath
Which comes forth from thy mouth.
I behold thy beauty every day.
It is my desire
That I may be rejuvenated
With life through love
Of thee.

Give me thy hands,
holding thy spirit
That I may receive it
and my live by it.
Call upon my name unto eternity.
And it shall never fail.

from the Hymn of the Aten
(El-Armarna)

We Two Boys
Together Clinging

WE two boys together clinging,
One the other never leaving,
Up and down the roads going
--North and South excursions making,
Power enjoying--elbows stretching
--fingers clutching, Arm'd and fearless
--eating,drinking, sleeping,loving,
No law less than ourselves owning--
sailing,soldiering, thieving,
threatening, Misers,menials,
priests alarming--air breathing,
water drinking, on the turf or
 the sea-beach dancing,
Cities wrenching, ease scorning,
statutes mocking, feebleness chasing,
fulfilling our foray.

Walt Whitman
 1900 Leaves of Grass 

October 1997
Sweet youth, Tell me why,
sad and sighing, dost thou rove
These plesant realms ?
I pray thee tell me sooth,
What is thy name ?

He said: "My name is Love",
Then straight the first
did turn himself to me,
And cried:" He lieth,
for his name is Shame.

But I am Love,
and I was wont to be
Alone in this fair garden,
till he came unasked by night;
I am true Love,
I fill the hearts
of boy and girl
with mutual flame."

Then sighing said the other:
"Have thy will;
I am the Love that
dare not speak its name."

Lord Alfred Douglas
(1870-1945),
friend and enemy 
of Oscar Wilde
on gay love.
Well those were
different times.

MY ARCHANGEL

I do not ask for this heavenly favor,
your presence ;
as incessant cutting edge against the chest,
as remembrance,
as crying, as life itself
you come with me.
You flow in my veins, breath in my lips,
I feel you in my pain ;
you are alive in myself,
you live in my own love,
even some times the light, the solitude are heavy.
Turned around, as a child
with nobody in front the wall,
I think your body,
radiant enigma, against the mine ;
you do not laugh so you do not hurt,
you do not go nor you stay,
but you are with me.
You are with me
like my eyes are in the world,
they are owners of everything
for any while ; but as them,
making the shadow,
I come back,
beggar who has been
dispoiled of his own poverty,
to the siff hell
where I have come from.

 by Luis Cernuda, a spanish poet
(I am grateful to Martin Ocampo for this translation)

Dezember 1997
Days Gone By

And when we met you held my hand,
The only one who'd understand.
I grew to love you as years went on,
The lonely nights and winters long.
As time went by I missed you much,
The yearning just to feel your touch.
It hurt so bad with you not there.
My aches grew further than I could bare.
I tossed and turned throughout the night,
I slept alone by candle light.
And all my dreams were black and blue,
They filled my head with thoughts of you.
I awoke one day and was all alone,
I prayed to God that you would phone.

And through my tears it occupied,
All the time I sat and cried.
Everytime I heard your name,
For love- I felt you all the same.
It just happens all the time,
I can't see past your beautiful smile.
And when I heard that you were near,
It suddenly became so clear.
That you were near me- that I felt,
But not with me, with someone else.

So things have come to be this way,
The love that came to fade away.
I wish I could just be left alone,
Depressed and lonely on my own.
Torn apart this heart of mine.
The thing I feared through all this time.
Things that seemed so hard to say,
I think by now I've found a way.
To tell you what I think of you,
All the things that I've been through.
And show you what what you've done to me,
The tragic depth of misery...
But when I saw you that one time,
I looked at you and could only smile.
All the things I had to say,
My heart just skipped and turned away.
The look I had of sheer disgrace.
I saw the look upon your face.
And though I see him drawing near,
I had an overwhelming sense of fear.
I can see in your eyes you think I still want you,
The more I try to hide it, deep down I know it's true.
"You broke my heart more than any could,
I cried so much, you knew I would- I hate you!
sadly, though I knew it true)
That's not to say I'm over you"
The words were right there in my head,
But "Good to see you" was all I said.
I missed the chance I waited for,
To rise above and slam that door.
Cheated twice to my dismay,
He turned around and walked away.

© Shawn Ferris, 1997

May 1997

Love:
 Still the Kamikazetrip
with most free volunteers.
ROVA

June/July 1997

Men stand up for your rights,
but sit down when you piss.

 von Maggy

August 1997
Be nice to those you meet on your way up,
you might meet them again on your way down.

September 1997

My Mother made me a Homosexual,
if you bring her the wool,
she can make you one too.

October 1997
If you drive prejudices out the door,
they reappear through the window.
Friedrich the Great

November 1997

What does a successfull gay politican need ?
Either a wife or an everlasting gay relationship
ROVA

May 1997

How do three gays
rape a woman
? ? ?
Two hold her,
while one is
working on her hair.

June/July 1997

What does a masocist say,
when he mees Santa Claus ?
No, i was not brave.