>From: jim@wildpepper.com >If you plan on attending, please let me know! There is no cost to the >event, beyond what it costs you to get here. OK, Jim, here I go again. (This one is a parody of Cesar Vallejo's Black Stone on a White Stone - which begins with "I will die in Paris when it rains." Of all these RSVP poetry parodies, this one's original source was the most gloomy and difficult to work with. I looked at a few translations, then looked over the shoulders of the translators to the original in Spanish.) I will harvest habaneros, on a rainy day as on a day I already remember. I will harvest habs - and I don't run away - perhaps on a weekend in the close of September. It will be a weekend, because this weekend, writing these lines, my insides burn in disarray and never in my life have the penalties of biting too many habs been as clear, as today. El Grande has passed; he has been consumed by those to whom he intended no harm. to sauces and powders, forever he's doomed once I have harvested, down on the farm, witnessed by the weekend, and by the rain, and the long road I travel to gather this pain. - A _________________________________________________________________ Join the world’s largest e-mail service with MSN Hotmail. http://www.hotmail.com