| . | | 80x25 \\ pgUP pgDOWN in aciddraw ____________ | | AMI!.EXE or any other amiga font \\_ //____________| |___________________________ _ ______| | ` |_(( ( the c 1 r c e transgression | _________ ____ __________ _________ |_________ _ ___ ______\_ / (____)_____\_ /____\_ /____\_ / \\\__\\ |_____/_________ _ |______/ |_____/ /_____/___ ___ _ ____ | __ | _ ___ | _ _____ //__// tr5/___________________|----|________| /___________| .|___________ _ __|_____ _ _ _ ______________________ . april 1998 \> //____. |______________________\\\ | | \ | | . | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | : | . ¦ . .___ .___ .___ ___.___ .___ |__ ___ |___)| '|__/_(___|__/_| )|__,(___ | . / / | . | | | | | | | | | | | | | | __________ | | /\ \ | | / \ \ | | / \_________\ | | \ / / | | \ / / | | \/_________/ | |_ | // ____________ ___ . ....... / \__)) .... : / ________ \ ______ :-Truman-: _/\___\\ | kayozz / ruckus \ \ _____ _/\_____ ______ | ________\ \ __| //___\ /__\ __))________/\___ \ \\_ _ ) ____/ \___ \ oO / \ | ______/__/\__\ \ |__________________________\\tr5(circe/rmrs) \__ :-Starr- : ; |/ / :........: | / / /______ / |/ /| / /_____ |________ /_;__ __/ . //______| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | .::::::::::::::::::::::: :: : | | :: .. | | Representing the 4th Circe Ascii Profit | | :: in CIRCE04 :: | | :: . :: | | : :::::::::::::' | | ....: | | : | | : | | | | | | | | | | . | ____/______________ _ \ / | | \/ | | | | · | | _______________/ | | ______\ _ // | | \ | / | | \_ |________/_______ | | | | | | | |______ | _______ | | | .| | | |_________________|| | | ____________/__ | __________ | | ____(_________ /__|___ / /\ | | \ \/ /__ / / \ | | \ _//_/ /_________/ \ | | / .| \ \ / | | /__________________|| \ \ / | | · _____________|__ \_________\/ | | \________\ _ | /_ | | \\ | | | | \_ | ____ _ | | |. | | | | || |------------' | | ||________| · | | | _______________/ | | ______\ _ // | | \ | / | | \_ |________/_______ | | | | |_ | | |______ | _// | | | .| | | |_________________|| | | · ______________| | | \________\ _ / __ _ ___ _| | \\ | / /_/ \\ \__\\_ | \_ _________/_____ | | |____ | | | | | | .___ _ | | |_________________|| | | |`` ` | | . | | | | c i r c e | | | | a higher level of consciousness | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | Truman Starr in da House! | | | | __________ That's right, tr5 again in your | | /\ \ screen, spreading in your head | | / \ \ like a tumour with his big bad | | / \_________\ clique called Circe. | | \ / / This time we have 10 skillful | | \ / / logos and some lyrics from a | | \/_________/ very special guest: Edgar Allan | | Poe. So, in honour of our WHQ | | "Poe's Land" and supporting a | | tradition of the group (the | | literature) I'll show you some | | weird poems of this master of | | the horror. | | | |__ _ | /// | _/// | | | | | | | | Index of Logos and Poems __________ | | / /\ | | o1...........Diamond Darrel / / \ | | o2...........Goomba /_________/ \ | | .A...........The Raven (P) \ \ / | | o3...........Last Calls \ \ / | | o4...........Mjay \_________\/ | | .B...........Israfel (P) | | o5...........New User | | o6...........Poe's Land | | .C...........The City in the Sea (P) | | o7...........Pungas | | o8...........Stats | | .D...........Eldorado (P) | | o9...........Tim Drake | | 1o...........Wake up Dead | | .E...........A dream within a dream (P) ___/\___ __| | \ oO / \ | << <--------------/__ ,__\------\ | \/ __\ |______________ _ \_\\| >> Diamond Darrel for Diamond Darrel in his 23th b-day. Word Up. /\_ ______________________ ____________/ \\\ /__ _ _______/ .)) \ / d i a m o n d \ ______ | //_ | ________ __\/_______ __________. __________\\ ((. _______|_ __ |___\\_ /__) _ /__) _ |__) _ /__ \ | \ _//_/ _ | | ____//_/ | ___ | ____ | |____ |_______ | _ |__________( |_________/\_______| /________| tr5/__________/\_______| | \ ____ _ \ | X X I I I _ ____/____________)) _ ___|___________________\\\ / | \/ | . >> Goomba for Kindm00n . ............. ________ _ _ : _ ____________ _ ________ __) ____________________________________ _______________ / _______ \\ | _ _ \/ _ ___/______\__ ((_ /___| / _ / ____/ | _ // | /---/______|---/______(( /______________ \ \ |_______/ · g 0 0 m b a · )___ ___/tr5-\________\ : ............ \/ .....:................: :....... ..... . . :....: :..........: >> The Raven by EAP Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore - While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. ''T is some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door - Only this and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore - Nameless Here for evermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, ''T is some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door - Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; - This it is and nothing more.' Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, 'Sir,' said I, 'or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was shure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; - Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the wispered word, 'Lenore?' This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, 'Lenore!' Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning. Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. 'Surely,' said I, 'Surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore - Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; - 'T is the wind and nothing more!' Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door - Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, 'Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore - Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!' Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.' Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discouse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door - Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as 'Nevermore'. But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word,as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered - Till I scarcely more than muttered, 'Other friends have flown before - On the morrow He will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.' Then the bird said, 'Nevermore.' Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, 'Doubtless,' said I, 'what it utters is its only stock and store Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore - Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of '"Never - nevermore."' But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking 'Nevermore.' This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing to the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim wose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. 'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore; Quaff,oh, quaff this kind nepenthe and forget his lost Lenore!' Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.' 'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! - Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted - On this home by Horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore - Is there - Is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!' Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.' 'Prophet' said I, 'thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore - Tell this soul with sorrow ladden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore.' Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.' 'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shriked, upstarting - 'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.' And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, Still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted - nevermore! >> Lastcalls for Arlequin _______ _ _______ ___ . ______ ____________ .\ / _____ __/______| /___tr5 ._______ _____ .\ /.\ / __/__ |_ __ /___\_ /.____ /. ___/___ .\ ___/____\_ /_| /_| /____ _//_/ _ | | | /.| | _ | |________\_________|_____|__________||__________\_______________________|____ >> Mjay for Midnight Judge ___/\___ _ ____________________ /___/\____ ________\ |_______ _________ ______//_________/___\_ /_\_____| / \ \/ |___| _ | / --|-·-------+ /______/ | | ________________/ +-------·-| |__\ _ tr5/_______ | __________( midnightjudge _ /__| \/ .............. \________(( ........................... \/ /____ ______________________ /\_________________ ____\ (-------) \/ (-------) >> Israfel by EAP And the angel Israfel, whose heart-strings are a lute, and who has the sweetest voice of all God's creatures - KORAN In heaven a spirit doth dwell `Whose heart-strings are a lute'; None sing so wildly well As the angel Israfel, And the giddy stars (so legends tell), Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell Of his voice, all mute. Tottering above In her highest noon, The enamoured moon Blushes with love, While, to listen, the red levin (With the rapid Pleiads, even, Which were seven,) Pauses in heaven. And they say (the starry choir And the other listening things) That Israfeli's fire Is owing to that lyre By which he sits and sings - The trembling living wire Of those unusual strings. But the skies that angel trod, Where deep thoughts are a duty - Where Love's a grown-up God - Where the Houri glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star. Therefore, thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despisest An unimpassioned song; To thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest! Merrily live, and long! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit - Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute - Well may the stars be mute! Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world sweets and sours; Our flowers are merely - flowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky. >> New User for Arlequin ........................... ..... . ... __________________: _________ : : : ____\_ _ __________/________\ |_ : | : \ | | | | /\ _// .............: : : /----|_______|-----|______|-----\_____| . ...... . :............ . : . ..........: : ....:..... .......: _______/ ___________________ _________ :...: : _____| /|_) _______________/_________\ | _\ | |______ | | | |_____| ///___________| | |-----|______|______| |-----|_____| tr5\\rmrs: . : .....: : : :... :.............: : . >> Poe's Land for Diamond Darrel ___ \_________ /\__\ _______ __ _______\ / __________ \/__/ _\_____/_____/ \_\\ |\ /___________\________/____/ ___)_____ /( _ ___ |_____/ . /_ _( /( \ | _____ _ |_______| )/ | |_____ | / |_______| tr5(rmrs)/______|______| )________| /________| \_______/ ._________ _ .\ (( _______ \__________ | | \ /_______\_____/________\ /._______|_ __ . _ _____ | | / |\ | _//_/ | | | |______\______| | |_______| |________|_______| |_________|_______| _____ _____. )) /__ __\ | | //_/ P o e ' s L a n d \\ C i r c e W H Q \_\\ | |__/ P u n g a s W H Q \__| | . >> The City in the Sea by EAP Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble noting that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. No rays from the holy heaven come down On the long night-time of that town; But light from out the lurid sea Streams up the turrets silently - Gleams up the pinnacles far and free - Up domes - up spires - up kingly halls - Up fanes - up Babylon-like walls - Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers - Up many and many a marvelous shrine Whose wreath‚d friezes intertwine The viol, the violet and the vine. Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. So blend the turrets and shadows there That all seem pendulous in air, While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down. There open fanes and gaping graves Yawn level with the luminous waves; But not the riches there that lie In each idol's diamond eye - Not the gaily-jewelled dead Tempt the waters from their bed; For no ripples curl, alas! Along the wilderness of glass - No swelling tell that the winds may be Upon some far-off happier sea - No heavings hint that winds have been On seas less hideously serene. But lo, a stir is in the air! The wave - there is movement there! As if the towers had thrust aside, In slightly sinking, the dull tide - As if their tops had feebly given A void within the filmy Heaven. The waves have now a redder glow - The hours are breathing faint and low - And when, amid no earthly moans, Down, down that town shall settle hence, Hell, rising from a thousand thrones, Shall do it reverence. >> Pungas for PVM __ _________ · o ____/\____ _ (__) _ ______/ o ______))_ __ _ /_________))_ ________ _______ //_______ \ / |_____// _ / | ____((__\__ _ | ___((_____ / /_______| _/ | / | \ | | ____|_____ | ____ ____\ )_____ _|----/_________(---/ _|_____\ / _| \/www.pvm.net /________\ ! p U N G 4 s ! //_______\tr5 _ _____ ____\ __ / · \/ o (__) o >> Stats for Volatile · \_________ __ __ _________ __ \ /__\(_____ _ _______ ___\(_____ _ \ //_/ __ ______\_ \/ ____///______\__ ///. ____///_____\_ \/ \_\\ / \ | | _ | | | / \ /_____/ \____ |_____| |___ |___/ \ /___ ___\ )____ _| |_______| )____ _| /___ /__\tr5 \// \// \// \// / / . >> Eldorado by EAP Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old- This knight so bold- And o'er his heart a shadow Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. And, as his strengh Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow- "Shadow," said he, "Where can it be- This land of Eldorado?" "Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly, ride," The shade replied,- "If you seek for Eldorado." >> Tim Drake for Tim Drake ___ __/ /___ ___ /___ /__ ___/______\ )__// \ ________ - _ ___ | \/ \__ _ \_________________________/ t i m d r a k e /_________ _ ____\ _______ _________ ______ _______ _ _____\ \\____\ \__\____ \____/ /__\__ \__ _ / / ____/ / / /_____/ _ _ ___________/ ______________\\ _________ _ \/ /________/ \_______/tr5 >> Wake up Dead for Bergus . : :::::::::::::: : :: ::........................:.... :: ________:: _ ________ _____ ______ _______ _ __ ________\ |___\\\_ (.\ // /.\ ___///___ \_\\ \\ . _ : _/ _/ · _/ /__ /_______/-------/ \__________\_ _ _.___| \\_\ :: o /________\ |_______| |________\ :::::::::::::: . .________ o wake the fuck up .______ (::((_______| |________)) ) _______ D E A D | /.________ _ | ________ | /. _____|_ \ ___///________\_ (.____|_ _ | _ __\ _/ · _/ _ _____ _ | _/// ______ _ ///_// | _ _.____| \\_\ \______| | . /____________| .. |________\______\ /_____________| . :: -o+b bergus ..........tr5\\rmrs........ . : : ::::::::::::::::::::::: :: :::::::::::::::::::::: :: .. >> A Dream Within a Dream by EAP Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow - You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if Hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand - How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep - while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? .____________________ | | The End | | Thanks for your time | | |____________________| Truman Starr (pato@antisocial.com) .