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About Oregon daily emerald. (Eugene, Or.) 1920-2012 | View Entire Issue (May 4, 1984)
The Janitor just left The freshly washed institutional floor smells like the underside of a green sea turtle, that almost human stretch of white skin tender like the skin that rarely sees the light of day. I walk across the wet Carefully, so as not to slip I'd probably break my back my neck tailbone if I did. by Susan Anderson Cell We'll save you for a different time, little growth. bloody shrimp, stuck on my warm wall. The moon is waning without me I am rising full. We’ll save you for another time little growth bloody shrimp stuck on my warm wall. by Susan Anderson The beach Their bodies litter the beaeh White grains dyed red. The Ocean laps at the beaeh, hungerly. The guns lay scattered Jeeps and boats burn With a lusty fire. A lone figure rises From the forgotten Life among the dead. Blood encrusted face he struggles to his feet. Blood covered fingers wrap around his rifle he holds himself up. The silence is shattered By a far-off boom. He looks toward the sound Tears run down his face. He staggers to the edge Of the sea He tosses his rifle into the air Plunges into the Ocean. by Shannon Ramos Graphics by |.T. Gillette Cat The telephone jangles and she pounces to answer purringly while playing with the dangling, curled cord. by Leslie I). Clason Fragile I am not rubber, a ball dropped whieh bounces back to you I am. . glass, a crystal that reflects light, or lets light pass through; is colorless, or is of all colors; conducts heat, or transfers cold; can be liquid. or can feel solid; may look formless, or may have shape; is whole, or is broken. 1 am glass. 1 am glass, a crystal dropped whieh shatters. by Leslie D. Clason Dance of the Leper Down in the jungle, 1 brush the steam-heat fringe, act in animal madness — taste the dancing tiger's sweat. Love incarnate is slow blood rhythm: Slink in — Turn around — lunge for your life — keep moving. by David Mendenhall The death of I. C. Blue In the early morning, fog shrouded hours of April 22, 1984. Authority figures Blake and Flake were called to a quiet, tree-lined cul dc sue near Hendrick’s Park in Eugene, Oregon. As they approached the im pressive, lily white mansion that stood before them, glasses of half-tilled Margaritas and black napkins lac ed the walkway serving as evidence that a grand party had only recently concluded. When they reached the front patio. Officer Blake pressed the doorbell while Officer Flake took note of a second floor window held open by a mayonnaise jar. Shortly thereafter, Howard the career Butler appeared at the door and with a sullen, ash covered look on his face, led the authority figures through the majestic interior of the mansion to the Smoke room where the body of America’s hero, I.C. Blue, lay. The fact that I.C. had been murdered after having hosted a bash for Eugene’s Beautilul Peo ple was obvious. But questions remained especially when it became apparent that the body had been mov ed to the Smoke room and a cigar with the words "I hate graveyards” printed on the side had been planted in Mr. Blue’s mouth. Who killed I.C. Blue? Where did the savage murder take place? Did it occur on the estate? Or did I.C. head down to Old Taylor’s after the party? And what weapon was used to silence the mind ot America’s hero? Was it Atiyeh with the rug in the conservatory? Was it Frank Sinatra with the 8 ball in the Billiard room? Was it Michael Jackson with flammable grease in the studio? Was it Nancy Reagan with ox tails in the kitchen? Was it Jerry Falwell with the crucifix on the alter? Was it Ronald Reagan with the big stick in the Dining room? Was it Jerry Garcia with LSD in the ballroom? Was it the Supreme Soviet with milk and cookies in the bedroom? Was it Sister Cindy with the broomstick in the telephone booth? Or was it John DeLorean with the razor blade in the parking lot? The first wayward soul with grease marks to cor rectly solve the mystery surrounding the death of I.C. Blue wins an expense paid trip to Albany, Oregon where the lucky winner will enjoy the sights, sounds and smells of the Save More Motel and the simple dishes of the U-Serve-U Restaurant across the street. by S. Maher r 'Would, you, like, to. lutieuf, o*t, cl, itaA,? m/3 you, could, be, better a// those you, oAe,. 350 E. 3rd 342-7404 1984 Grand Opening Weekend Waterworks Canoe Company 1395 Franklin Blvd. Weather permitting Hours: Friday 2 p.m. - Dusk Sat. and Sun. 11 a m. - Dusk tbi Rl G> Si 'O1' Fri.-Sun., May 4-6 Weekend grand opening special prices $1.75/hour (regular $2.50/hour) Rent a canoe or kyack, reservations recommended. Call x3711 or x4386 for info Earth River Records Si Tapes r~h moving ■do—oa^o> SALE Campus Store Lease Lost Starting April 27th ^ 1 OFF! yL 50* OFF! All MEW J All USED Records and J Records and Tapes ^ Tapes Campus Location Only 762 E. 13th • 342-2088 Grand Reopening May 9th at 770 E. 11th (Next to the New Diana's Location)