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  • Happy death day Joseph Spivak

    1971 -- American anarchist Joseph Spivak (1882-1971) dies.
    Co-founder of the Libertarian Book Club in NY City. 
    http://recollectionbooks.com/bleed/Encyclopedia/SpivakJoseph.htm



  • Happy birthday Albert Camus!

    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 
    objectors.



        Wrote for numerous libertarian publications.
        Camus' relationship to anarchism considered at:
        http://batr.org/solitary/102203.html

               "L'histoire d'aujourd'hui nous force ą dire que
                la révolte est l'une des dimensions essentielles de
                l'homme."

    'Whoever today speaks of human existence in terms of power, 
    efficiency, and "historical tasks" is an actual or potential assassin."

  • Happy birthday d.a. Levy

    1942 -- d.a. levy lives, Cleveland, Ohio. Poet.
    http://www.litkicks.com/DALevy/
    http://www.thing.net/~grist/lnd/dalevyc.htm


    http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/D._A._Levy


  • Electromagnetic Warfare Training Olympic National Forest

    bring your drums ... rain gear...  

    Bring your 
    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 by Richard Brautigan

    "The Silence of Flooded Houses." The Beatles' Illustrated Lyrics. New York: Dell, 1975.
    208 pages
    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 88).



    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.
    Nobody came.
    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. 

    Richard Brautigan
    Pine Creek, Montana
    October 11, 1974

  • Happy death day, Jack Kerouac


    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

  • Happy birthday Lewis Mumford!

    1895 -- Architect & culture critic Lewis Mumford lives. Universal humanist, a philosophical fountainhead for the organicist & environmentalist movements of today.

  • Happy birthday Nathaniel West

    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 
               & image.

            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

                   http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/nwest.htm

  • Happy birthday A.S. Neill

    1883 -- Anti-authoritarian educator A.S. Neill lives. Establishes his school, Summerhill, with Lyme Regis, in England.

  • Word of the day: Tawdry

    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.



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