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Two Poems by Nathaniel Ogle
Three Poems by Lyn Lifshin
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Two Poems by P. A. Levy
Rabbit Stew: Fiction by Rainbow, Jonathan Simonoff, and Dirk van Nouhuys
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Prune Hands: Fiction by Sally Weigel
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Hey Hey 16k remained at Unlikely 2.0 for one year, and was then removed for reasons of space and copyright. Check out Rob Manuel's web page.

Rob says, "In 2000 someone sent me a link to an MP3 called "Hey Hey 16k" by MJ Hibbert. I thought, "blow me. that song is spot on. I shall make a video for it so that more people can appreciate it's genius." Four years later I had a spare afternoon and got to work. It's had a lot of feedback, mostly from 28 to 35 year old men who spontaneously burst into tears. MJ compares it to when Diana died." Rob's web site is www.b3ta.co.uk.

Ed. Note: When I was eight years old, my grandfather bought me a Commodore 64, my first "computer." Although it was substantially more powerful than the Spectrum Rob and MJ speak of, it had much in common: games, my primary reason for using the machine, were primitive, flaky, repetitive, and difficult. Moreover, when they were on digital media, they had significant load times and would often become corrupt and useless. Often, they were not on digital media, which meant I would have to type their program into the system, sometimes for hours, in order to play them. When games were shipped, they were often shipped buggy.

Unlike younger Americans, I did not come by my pleasure easily. And unlike older Americans, I did not work for my pleasure. I learned to acquire pleasure. If I wanted to play a game, I had to figure out how to get it to run. I believe that association of knowledge with pleasure, as much as anything, was what led to my career as a poet.