1971 -- American anarchist Joseph Spivak (1882-1971) dies.
Co-founder of the Libertarian Book Club in NY City.
1913 -- Albert Camus lives, Algeria. Wrote The Stranger,
The Myth of Sisyphus, gets Nobel Prize for Literature in 1957.
In 1959, he started the review Freedom, in support of conscientious
Wrote for numerous libertarian publications.
Camus' relationship to anarchism considered at:
"L'histoire d'aujourd'hui nous force ą dire que
la révolte est l'une des dimensions essentielles de
'Whoever today speaks of human existence in terms of power,
efficiency, and "historical tasks" is an actual or potential assassin."
1942 -- d.a. levy lives, Cleveland, Ohio. Poet.
bring your drums ... rain gear...
Letters of opposition addressed to
Greg Wahl, Forest Service environmental coordinator,1835 Black Lake Blvd. S.W.,Olympia, WA 98512
Your children's drawings on what the forest means to them.
Rain gear and Hats
We are protected by 1st amendment rights on the public sidewalk, but not in the parking lot. We will need to keep moving in an orderly fashion. We are not protected in the US Forestry parking lot..
This is a non violent gathering
Elana Freeland, MA
Sub Rosa America series
Chemtrails, HAARP, and the Full Spectrum Dominance of Planet Earth
"The Silence of Flooded Houses." The Beatles' Illustrated Lyrics. New York: Dell, 1975.
Brautigan wrote the introduction to this collection of lyrics and over 100 photographs. Keith Abbott said this essay was a good example of Brautigan's inability to write journalism. For this assignment, like others, Abbot said Brautigan "spun out short, metaphorical fantasies" more dependent on his imagination, fueled by his friends and activities, for ideas than his ability to report on some event (Keith Abbott
The full text of the introduction reads
Earlier this year here in Montana the Yellowstone River was flooding down below the Carter Bridge. The river kept rising day after day until it was flowing through houses. They became like islands in the river and there was a strange awkward loneliness to them because these were places where people had been living (laughing, crying, love and death) only a few days before and now they were just part of the Yellowstone River.
Every time I passed by those houses on my way into town, I would get a very sad feeling and some words would come to mind. They were always the same words, "The silence of flooded houses." They repeated themselves over and over again. I soon accepted them as part of the way into town.
I'll use those words for something, someday, I would think afterwards, but I didn't know what that something would be or when that day would come.
Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the
church where the wedding has been,
lives in a dream.
Waits at the window, wearing the face
that she keeps in a jar by the door,
Who is it for?
Father McKenzie, writing the words of a
sermon that no-one will hear,
No-one comes near.
Look at him working, darning his socks
in the night when there's nobody there,
What does he care?
Eleanor Rigby died in the church as was
buried along with her name.
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from
his hands as he walks from the grave.
No-one was saved.
One could say a million things about these songs. Your could go on for years talking about the Beatles. You could chop down a whole forest to make space for the pages.
Some of the songs in this book are like the silence of flooded houses.
This is all I have to say.
Pine Creek, Montana
October 11, 1974
1969 -- Beat writer Jack Kerouac, On the Road
no more, dies, age 47, of abdominal bleeding
caused by drinking...
REMEMBERING JACK KEROUAC
Writers are, in a way, very powerful indeed.
They write the script for the reality film. Kerouac
opened a million coffee bars & sold a million pairs
of Levis to both sexes. Woodstock rises from his
pages. Now if writers could get together into a real
tight union, we'd have the world right by the words.
We could write our own universes, & they would all
be as real as a coffee bar or a pair of Levis or a prom
in the Jazz Age. Writers could take over the reality
studio. So they must not be allowed to find
out that they can make it happen. Kerouac understood
this long before I did. Life is a dream, he said.
-- from White Fields Press; Published in
Heaven Poster Series #10. Poster includes photo
"Allen Ginsberg taking photograph of
William S. Burroughs: Lawrence, Kansas
1992" courtesy of Allen Ginsberg.
"Let there be joy in baseball
again, like in the days when Babe
Ruth chased an enemy
sportswriter down the streets of
Boston & ended up getting drunk
with him on the waterfront &
came back the next day munching
on hotdogs & boomed homeruns
to the glory of God."
-- Jack Kerouac, Escapade, July, 1959
1895 -- Architect & culture critic Lewis Mumford lives. Universal humanist, a philosophical fountainhead for the organicist & environmentalist movements of today.
1903 -- Nathanael West lives, New York City.
American writer who satirized in his books the
American Dream, & who attracted attention after
World War II first in France.
With the rise of consumerism & commodity
fetishism the distinction between image & reality
is critically blurred. West was one of the first
writers to see this situation developing.
The Day of the Locust ...depicts the consequences
of the blurring of the line between substance
The wooden horse, Balso realized as he walked
on, was inhabited solely by writers in search of an
audience, & he was determined not to be tricked
into listening to another story. If one had to be
told, he would tell it.
-- from The Dream Life of Balso Snell
1883 -- Anti-authoritarian educator A.S. Neill lives. Establishes his school, Summerhill, with Lyme Regis, in England.
Contraction of St. Audrey's lace, with reference to Saint Audrey or Ęthelthryth/Ęšelžryš (died 679), an Anglo-Saxon saint in whose honour a fair was held.
The common version of Ęthelthryth's name was St. Awdrey, which is the origin of the word tawdry
, which derived from the fact that her admirers bought modestly concealing lace
goods at an annual fair
held in her name in Ely. By the 17th century, this lacework had become seen as old-fashioned, or cheap and of poor quality, at a time when the Puritans
of eastern England looked down on any form of lacy dressiness.