commune=mirror.
   community+mirror=list-serve.

   Terrific (mock-)journal, thanks for sharing. Especially loved the bohemian
irreverancy of Jeff's partying, which is considered so not cool anymore by "the
management". Like, he's more apt to recieve a diagnosis of Addict or Alchy or
Depressive than a nod from the Underground. The Beats-wannabes of today have
come full circle, with even lowkey drug-use being eclipsed by the desire to show
a social-climbing effort and a pretty face to the paparazzi. Another revolution
in tow? Or are the kicks in the repression these days?

   One thing negative: I think you do a disservice to the Beatles by quoting
Steve Miller Band in the same paragraph. (Unless SMB ripped off that line from
someplace I need to hear about?) It felt a bit off.

   Is there more? Is Jeff a "problem" or a foil? If the former, is he Alpha- or
Epsilon-?

JB

mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
           A piece of paper can get very messy. Revisions, as second thoughts,
don't disappear unless you recopy. So here I am looking into a word
processor and there I am looking back at me from the word processor.

Yes, yes, let me look at Michael Andre. There he is at 3:00am. He's
never looked older because, of course, this mirror only tells the
truth. He's felt healthier.

My mistakes make me angry. Mistake-prone--what's to be done?
Mistake-supine--repent, lazy bastard!

My plans present themselves as a series of problems requiring solutions.

There is someone else in the mirror right now, Sandie. I am in her
house. She's sleeping. We're in New Lebanon. Later today we're driving
to Brandon. 2 June 2007

*

It is tomorrow, 3:00am again, except I'm back in New Lebanon having
been in Brandon. And today Sandie and I drive separately to Manhattan.
I wish Sandie and I had made out but we didn't; maybe I'm contagious,
although whatever bug I've had seems to be fading. If we went to bed
and she caught something from me, she'd hate me forever for sure
probably. Who knows? Mirror, Mirror on the screen, who knows? Because
Sandie's an uptown girl, she makes me feel downtown.

How best to number my problems, those that can be solved? Alpha and
Beta and Gamma and Delta? Gamma or Plan C? 3 June

*

And today I rise at 3:00am on Staten Island, remembering this mirror,
the 3:00ams. Should I email this to Sandie thanking her for hospitality?

I do.

I'm so far downtown I'm on Staten Island. I'm 60; I've spent 40 years
lost in thought. 4 June

*

Yesterday at 3:00am I stayed abed. Today I have a doctor's appointment
at 11:00am. "Time keeps on slipping, slipping into the future." Forty
years ago today the Beatles' Sergeant Pepper was released. 6 June

*

I need a day to regroup. There's nothing wrong with me, but my son had
major back surgery a week ago yesterday. I'm back in Brandon, at Fran
Bull's. Tomorrow I read at her Gallery-in-the-Field. 29 June

*

This piece was leading to this day, when I will read at Gallery in the
Field with Jeff Wright, introduced by Patt Cavanaugh, hosted by Fran
Bull.
I'm staying with Jeff at Fran's, two charming and intelligent
companions. 30 June

*

Vermont farms favor red. Fran lives in the Hillbarn Farm. We ate
Thursday night in Provence in Brandon, Friday in Tillie and Marie's in
Middlebury, and last night after the reading in the Waybury Inn in
East Middlebury.

Jeff acted up after the reading, ecole de Creeley & Dickey & Corso.
There was a wedding in progress at the Inn and Jeff decided to crash
it. I should have been embarrassed, but in fact it merely woke me up.

Jeff positioned himself in our view, our post-reading party of seven,
and then danced flamboyantly, madly. He was asked to leave. A little
girl, mesmerized, pursued him. He ducked into the Inn, pickt up a
teddy bear which he previously inappropriately fondled when we entered
the Inn. The manager had said Jeff -- Put down the bear. The manager
talks like a Law Enforcement Officer. She nows tells the waitress Jeff
is -- Cut off. But Jeff merely returns to the wedding bearing the
teddy bear, attempting to woo the little girl. This time the father, a
huge bouncer, explodes from the wedding following Jeff. Jeff retreats
nervously to our table. The bouncer marches in, enraged. He is
threatening. The restaurant manager reappears and intervenes. Somehow
blows are not delivered. "The nuance was weird," the father informs
Jeff. Jeff is a little chastened.

And so the first half of the year, as Pepys might say, ended. 1 July 2007

*

Today I will read again with Jeff. This time it will be in his
neighborhood, at Mo Pritkin's House of Satisfaction on Avenue A. I
haven't seen him since I dropped him off near a Ben & Jerry's
Bookstore in Rutland. It's 3:00am. By the time the reading ends at
6:00pm tonight, I'll probably be so tired I'll go home to bed. I'll
miss the post-reading shenanigans. Darn. 22 July

*

By the time the reading began, I was too tired to put in a decent
performance. It's 3:00am again and I sleep at the wrong time. Look at
Michael Andre! I wish someone would invite me to a wedding. 24 July 2007.






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I like Jeffrey Cyphers Wright's writing. I posted a piece on him in
Wikipedia. I myself stopped teaching years ago, lost my radio program,
and have become perhaps awkward on stage. Although I read if
asked,I feel too much stage fright to enjoy it. Jeff, on the other
hand, thrives on stage. He's a relaxed wonderful poetry performer.


--- In unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com, James Beach <bergecafe2007@...> wrote:
>
> commune=mirror.
>   community+mirror=list-serve.
>
>   Terrific (mock-)journal, thanks for sharing. Especially loved the
bohemian irreverancy of Jeff's partying, which is considered so not
cool anymore by "the management". Like, he's more apt to recieve a
diagnosis of Addict or Alchy or Depressive than a nod from the
Underground. The Beats-wannabes of today have come full circle, with
even lowkey drug-use being eclipsed by the desire to show a
social-climbing effort and a pretty face to the paparazzi. Another
revolution in tow? Or are the kicks in the repression these days?
>
>   One thing negative: I think you do a disservice to the Beatles by
quoting Steve Miller Band in the same paragraph. (Unless SMB ripped
off that line from someplace I need to hear about?) It felt a bit off.
>
>   Is there more? Is Jeff a "problem" or a foil? If the former, is he
Alpha- or Epsilon-?
>
> JB
>
> mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
>           A piece of paper can get very messy. Revisions, as second
thoughts,
> don't disappear unless you recopy. So here I am looking into a word
> processor and there I am looking back at me from the word processor.
>
> Yes, yes, let me look at Michael Andre. There he is at 3:00am. He's
> never looked older because, of course, this mirror only tells the
> truth. He's felt healthier.
>
> My mistakes make me angry. Mistake-prone--what's to be done?
> Mistake-supine--repent, lazy bastard!
>
> My plans present themselves as a series of problems requiring solutions.
>
> There is someone else in the mirror right now, Sandie. I am in her
> house. She's sleeping. We're in New Lebanon. Later today we're driving
> to Brandon. 2 June 2007
>
> *
>
> It is tomorrow, 3:00am again, except I'm back in New Lebanon having
> been in Brandon. And today Sandie and I drive separately to Manhattan.
> I wish Sandie and I had made out but we didn't; maybe I'm contagious,
> although whatever bug I've had seems to be fading. If we went to bed
> and she caught something from me, she'd hate me forever for sure
> probably. Who knows? Mirror, Mirror on the screen, who knows? Because
> Sandie's an uptown girl, she makes me feel downtown.
>
> How best to number my problems, those that can be solved? Alpha and
> Beta and Gamma and Delta? Gamma or Plan C? 3 June
>
> *
>
> And today I rise at 3:00am on Staten Island, remembering this mirror,
> the 3:00ams. Should I email this to Sandie thanking her for hospitality?
>
> I do.
>
> I'm so far downtown I'm on Staten Island. I'm 60; I've spent 40 years
> lost in thought. 4 June
>
> *
>
> Yesterday at 3:00am I stayed abed. Today I have a doctor's appointment
> at 11:00am. "Time keeps on slipping, slipping into the future." Forty
> years ago today the Beatles' Sergeant Pepper was released. 6 June
>
> *
>
> I need a day to regroup. There's nothing wrong with me, but my son had
> major back surgery a week ago yesterday. I'm back in Brandon, at Fran
> Bull's. Tomorrow I read at her Gallery-in-the-Field. 29 June
>
> *
>
> This piece was leading to this day, when I will read at Gallery in the
> Field with Jeff Wright, introduced by Patt Cavanaugh, hosted by Fran
> Bull.
> I'm staying with Jeff at Fran's, two charming and intelligent
> companions. 30 June
>
> *
>
> Vermont farms favor red. Fran lives in the Hillbarn Farm. We ate
> Thursday night in Provence in Brandon, Friday in Tillie and Marie's in
> Middlebury, and last night after the reading in the Waybury Inn in
> East Middlebury.
>
> Jeff acted up after the reading, ecole de Creeley & Dickey & Corso.
> There was a wedding in progress at the Inn and Jeff decided to crash
> it. I should have been embarrassed, but in fact it merely woke me up.
>
> Jeff positioned himself in our view, our post-reading party of seven,
> and then danced flamboyantly, madly. He was asked to leave. A little
> girl, mesmerized, pursued him. He ducked into the Inn, pickt up a
> teddy bear which he previously inappropriately fondled when we entered
> the Inn. The manager had said Jeff -- Put down the bear. The manager
> talks like a Law Enforcement Officer. She nows tells the waitress Jeff
> is -- Cut off. But Jeff merely returns to the wedding bearing the
> teddy bear, attempting to woo the little girl. This time the father, a
> huge bouncer, explodes from the wedding following Jeff. Jeff retreats
> nervously to our table. The bouncer marches in, enraged. He is
> threatening. The restaurant manager reappears and intervenes. Somehow
> blows are not delivered. "The nuance was weird," the father informs
> Jeff. Jeff is a little chastened.
>
> And so the first half of the year, as Pepys might say, ended. 1 July
2007
>
> *
>
> Today I will read again with Jeff. This time it will be in his
> neighborhood, at Mo Pritkin's House of Satisfaction on Avenue A. I
> haven't seen him since I dropped him off near a Ben & Jerry's
> Bookstore in Rutland. It's 3:00am. By the time the reading ends at
> 6:00pm tonight, I'll probably be so tired I'll go home to bed. I'll
> miss the post-reading shenanigans. Darn. 22 July
>
> *
>
> By the time the reading began, I was too tired to put in a decent
> performance. It's 3:00am again and I sleep at the wrong time. Look at
> Michael Andre! I wish someone would invite me to a wedding. 24 July
2007.
>
>
>
>
>
>
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Thanks, I'll check him out. Here's a question: Has he seen the journal you
posted?

   My stage performances are limited, mostly, to the drama troupe in high school
and a few readings here and there. My rendition of "Food for Thought" from
ANTICS at the memorial for Carol Berge felt amateurish and awkward to me-- but
several people came up afterward and bought the book, specifically, they said,
because of my reading...

   Like you, I prefer to write and will read only when asked/required.

   In college I was required to read for a scriptwriting course, and so went with
my cronies to the pub beforehand to "take the edge off". Legally drunk, I was
still terrified (of reading, not of the content of the screenplay I wrote), and
so dreaded the moment when my name was called. It seemed to take forever. I
wanted to run. When my turn came, I stumbled through about 5 pages of script,
barely looking up from the lectern. Bad idea, using drink as fortification. At
least for me.

   A recent critique of a short story of mine mentioned that, while my work
lended itself the spoken word, as fiction it needed a rewrite (too many
"unwieldy sentences") and a reworking of the voice.
   But weren't novels at one time read aloud, to the illiterate masses, and/or
acted out/performed? I wanted to ask.
   I kept quiet, grateful for the back-handed compliment.
   (You can review some of my work at www.myspace.com/blazinglitstar if you want
to sign up. Also, I can send you a link to view without you needing to sign up--
just send a group or private email to this address.) Who knows, maybe someday
I'll do a reading circuit. At this juncture, I doubt it. It's too much the
epitomy of a performance, taking as much skill as anyone doing Shakespeare in
the park.

   James

mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
           I like Jeffrey Cyphers Wright's writing. I posted a piece on him in
Wikipedia. I myself stopped teaching years ago, lost my radio program,
and have become perhaps awkward on stage. Although I read if
asked,I feel too much stage fright to enjoy it. Jeff, on the other
hand, thrives on stage. He's a relaxed wonderful poetry performer.

--- In unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com, James Beach <bergecafe2007@...> wrote:
>
> commune=mirror.
> community+mirror=list-serve.
>
> Terrific (mock-)journal, thanks for sharing. Especially loved the
bohemian irreverancy of Jeff's partying, which is considered so not
cool anymore by "the management". Like, he's more apt to recieve a
diagnosis of Addict or Alchy or Depressive than a nod from the
Underground. The Beats-wannabes of today have come full circle, with
even lowkey drug-use being eclipsed by the desire to show a
social-climbing effort and a pretty face to the paparazzi. Another
revolution in tow? Or are the kicks in the repression these days?
>
> One thing negative: I think you do a disservice to the Beatles by
quoting Steve Miller Band in the same paragraph. (Unless SMB ripped
off that line from someplace I need to hear about?) It felt a bit off.
>
> Is there more? Is Jeff a "problem" or a foil? If the former, is he
Alpha- or Epsilon-?
>
> JB
>
> mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
> A piece of paper can get very messy. Revisions, as second
thoughts,
> don't disappear unless you recopy. So here I am looking into a word
> processor and there I am looking back at me from the word processor.
>
> Yes, yes, let me look at Michael Andre. There he is at 3:00am. He's
> never looked older because, of course, this mirror only tells the
> truth. He's felt healthier.
>
> My mistakes make me angry. Mistake-prone--what's to be done?
> Mistake-supine--repent, lazy bastard!
>
> My plans present themselves as a series of problems requiring solutions.
>
> There is someone else in the mirror right now, Sandie. I am in her
> house. She's sleeping. We're in New Lebanon. Later today we're driving
> to Brandon. 2 June 2007
>
> *
>
> It is tomorrow, 3:00am again, except I'm back in New Lebanon having
> been in Brandon. And today Sandie and I drive separately to Manhattan.
> I wish Sandie and I had made out but we didn't; maybe I'm contagious,
> although whatever bug I've had seems to be fading. If we went to bed
> and she caught something from me, she'd hate me forever for sure
> probably. Who knows? Mirror, Mirror on the screen, who knows? Because
> Sandie's an uptown girl, she makes me feel downtown.
>
> How best to number my problems, those that can be solved? Alpha and
> Beta and Gamma and Delta? Gamma or Plan C? 3 June
>
> *
>
> And today I rise at 3:00am on Staten Island, remembering this mirror,
> the 3:00ams. Should I email this to Sandie thanking her for hospitality?
>
> I do.
>
> I'm so far downtown I'm on Staten Island. I'm 60; I've spent 40 years
> lost in thought. 4 June
>
> *
>
> Yesterday at 3:00am I stayed abed. Today I have a doctor's appointment
> at 11:00am. "Time keeps on slipping, slipping into the future." Forty
> years ago today the Beatles' Sergeant Pepper was released. 6 June
>
> *
>
> I need a day to regroup. There's nothing wrong with me, but my son had
> major back surgery a week ago yesterday. I'm back in Brandon, at Fran
> Bull's. Tomorrow I read at her Gallery-in-the-Field. 29 June
>
> *
>
> This piece was leading to this day, when I will read at Gallery in the
> Field with Jeff Wright, introduced by Patt Cavanaugh, hosted by Fran
> Bull.
> I'm staying with Jeff at Fran's, two charming and intelligent
> companions. 30 June
>
> *
>
> Vermont farms favor red. Fran lives in the Hillbarn Farm. We ate
> Thursday night in Provence in Brandon, Friday in Tillie and Marie's in
> Middlebury, and last night after the reading in the Waybury Inn in
> East Middlebury.
>
> Jeff acted up after the reading, ecole de Creeley & Dickey & Corso.
> There was a wedding in progress at the Inn and Jeff decided to crash
> it. I should have been embarrassed, but in fact it merely woke me up.
>
> Jeff positioned himself in our view, our post-reading party of seven,
> and then danced flamboyantly, madly. He was asked to leave. A little
> girl, mesmerized, pursued him. He ducked into the Inn, pickt up a
> teddy bear which he previously inappropriately fondled when we entered
> the Inn. The manager had said Jeff -- Put down the bear. The manager
> talks like a Law Enforcement Officer. She nows tells the waitress Jeff
> is -- Cut off. But Jeff merely returns to the wedding bearing the
> teddy bear, attempting to woo the little girl. This time the father, a
> huge bouncer, explodes from the wedding following Jeff. Jeff retreats
> nervously to our table. The bouncer marches in, enraged. He is
> threatening. The restaurant manager reappears and intervenes. Somehow
> blows are not delivered. "The nuance was weird," the father informs
> Jeff. Jeff is a little chastened.
>
> And so the first half of the year, as Pepys might say, ended. 1 July
2007
>
> *
>
> Today I will read again with Jeff. This time it will be in his
> neighborhood, at Mo Pritkin's House of Satisfaction on Avenue A. I
> haven't seen him since I dropped him off near a Ben & Jerry's
> Bookstore in Rutland. It's 3:00am. By the time the reading ends at
> 6:00pm tonight, I'll probably be so tired I'll go home to bed. I'll
> miss the post-reading shenanigans. Darn. 22 July
>
> *
>
> By the time the reading began, I was too tired to put in a decent
> performance. It's 3:00am again and I sleep at the wrong time. Look at
> Michael Andre! I wish someone would invite me to a wedding. 24 July
2007.
>
>
>
>
>
>
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--- In unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com, James Beach <bergecafe2007@...> wrote:

> Here's a question: Has [Jeff Wright] seen the journal you posted?

Everyone mentioned in "Mirror", including Jeff, has seen it.
                                 --Michael Andre

Goodnight Moon.  Before the Iraqi distraction, I dreamt of Vietnam. I
am an American flyer following a Vietnamese rail line, victory in
Vietnam remains possible; --  or so I'd dream. In life I protested the
war and cursed Johnson and Nixon. But the peace was not then as sweet
as I anticipated.  American soldiers returned to unhappy or blighted
lives. Vietnam and especially Cambodia fell into misery. Maybe I
sought to right matters in dreams. In Rescue Dawn, Werner Herzog
portrays an American pilot shot down and imprisoned in North Vietnam.
At one point we see a U.S. warplane flying high over the prison camp.
It`s thrilling.

What exactly do you mean by the Iraqi "distraction"?

----- Original Message ----
From: mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com>
To: unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Tuesday, August 14, 2007 5:37:00 PM
Subject: [Unmuzzled Ox] Good Night, Vietnam













             Goodnight Moon.  Before the Iraqi distraction, I dreamt of Vietnam.
I

am an American flyer following a Vietnamese rail line, victory in

Vietnam remains possible; --  or so I'd dream. In life I protested the

war and cursed Johnson and Nixon. But the peace was not then as sweet

as I anticipated.  American soldiers returned to unhappy or blighted

lives. Vietnam and especially Cambodia fell into misery. Maybe I

sought to right matters in dreams. In Rescue Dawn, Werner Herzog

portrays an American pilot shot down and imprisoned in North Vietnam.

At one point we see a U.S. warplane flying high over the prison camp.

It`s thrilling.














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Try thinking about the world without thinking about Iraq. It disturbs
the conscious, the conscience, the unconscious. It's in our dreams.
It's our highly original sin.

--- In unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com, Michael Boughn <mboughn@...> wrote:
>
> What exactly do you mean by the Iraqi "distraction"?
>
> ----- Original Message ----
> From: mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com>
> To: unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com
> Sent: Tuesday, August 14, 2007 5:37:00 PM
> Subject: [Unmuzzled Ox] Good Night, Vietnam
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>             Goodnight Moon.  Before the Iraqi distraction, I dreamt
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>
> am an American flyer following a Vietnamese rail line, victory in
>
> Vietnam remains possible; --  or so I'd dream. In life I protested the
>
> war and cursed Johnson and Nixon. But the peace was not then as sweet
>
> as I anticipated.  American soldiers returned to unhappy or blighted
>
> lives. Vietnam and especially Cambodia fell into misery. Maybe I
>
> sought to right matters in dreams. In Rescue Dawn, Werner Herzog
>
> portrays an American pilot shot down and imprisoned in North Vietnam.
>
> At one point we see a U.S. warplane flying high over the prison camp.
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Lately I have dreamed twice about a family reunion in
Bahgdad. It seems calm enough and god knows we all
want it to be so. In my dreams I can make it all
right.
This godawful mess that we perpetuated has permeated
our consciousness to the point where our collective
guilt level is coloring the rainbow. It's as if every
song is a version of "I want to paint it... [red]."
Or, "I want to paint it Black [water]," and make it go
away.

--- mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> wrote:

> Try thinking about the world without thinking about
> Iraq. It disturbs
> the conscious, the conscience, the unconscious. It's
> in our dreams.
> It's our highly original sin.
>
> --- In unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com, Michael Boughn
> <mboughn@...> wrote:
> >
> > What exactly do you mean by the Iraqi
> "distraction"?
> >
> > ----- Original Message ----
> > From: mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com>
> > To: unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com
> > Sent: Tuesday, August 14, 2007 5:37:00 PM
> > Subject: [Unmuzzled Ox] Good Night, Vietnam
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >             Goodnight Moon.  Before the Iraqi
> distraction, I dreamt
> of Vietnam. I
> >
> > am an American flyer following a Vietnamese rail
> line, victory in
> >
> > Vietnam remains possible; --  or so I'd dream. In
> life I protested the
> >
> > war and cursed Johnson and Nixon. But the peace
> was not then as sweet
> >
> > as I anticipated.  American soldiers returned to
> unhappy or blighted
> >
> > lives. Vietnam and especially Cambodia fell into
> misery. Maybe I
> >
> > sought to right matters in dreams. In Rescue Dawn,
> Werner Herzog
> >
> > portrays an American pilot shot down and
> imprisoned in North Vietnam.
> >
> > At one point we see a U.S. warplane flying high
> over the prison camp.
> >
> > It`s thrilling.
> >
> >
> >
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When I taught creative writing to the US military in Europe one of my
students maintained jets monitoring the no-fly zone in Northern Iraq.
This was last century. My only Jewish student had been a professional
soccer player already in Europe when he joined the army. He was in
special ops and had to drop my course when he was given a classified
mission in Bosnia. Later the best teachers got to wear uniforms and
actually go to Bosnia. Back in New York I got bored. Teaching via the
Internet means, all  marking papers, no lecturing gorgeous girls. I
kept trying to quit. Uncle Sam, he no let you go. Then somebody tried
to blow up the USS Cole. There was a security review. Nobody knows
you're a dog on the Internet? The FBI agent in charge of my review was
a German, but how was I to know? I referred to her as a cretin. I lost
my security clearance.  Two year later I wanted to wear a uniform and
go to Baghdad and teach English, but once Sam says you're a security
threat, you're done.


--- In unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com, Jeff Wright <covermag@...> wrote:
>
> Lately I have dreamed twice about a family reunion in
> Bahgdad. It seems calm enough and god knows we all
> want it to be so. In my dreams I can make it all
> right.
> This godawful mess that we perpetuated has permeated
> our consciousness to the point where our collective
> guilt level is coloring the rainbow. It's as if every
> song is a version of "I want to paint it... [red]."
> Or, "I want to paint it Black [water]," and make it go
> away.
>
> --- mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
>
> > Try thinking about the world without thinking about
> > Iraq. It disturbs
> > the conscious, the conscience, the unconscious. It's
> > in our dreams.
> > It's our highly original sin.
> >
> > --- In unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com, Michael Boughn
> > <mboughn@> wrote:
> > >
> > > What exactly do you mean by the Iraqi
> > "distraction"?
> > >
> > > ----- Original Message ----
> > > From: mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com>
> > > To: unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com
> > > Sent: Tuesday, August 14, 2007 5:37:00 PM
> > > Subject: [Unmuzzled Ox] Good Night, Vietnam
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >             Goodnight Moon.  Before the Iraqi
> > distraction, I dreamt
> > of Vietnam. I
> > >
> > > am an American flyer following a Vietnamese rail
> > line, victory in
> > >
> > > Vietnam remains possible; --  or so I'd dream. In
> > life I protested the
> > >
> > > war and cursed Johnson and Nixon. But the peace
> > was not then as sweet
> > >
> > > as I anticipated.  American soldiers returned to
> > unhappy or blighted
> > >
> > > lives. Vietnam and especially Cambodia fell into
> > misery. Maybe I
> > >
> > > sought to right matters in dreams. In Rescue Dawn,
> > Werner Herzog
> > >
> > > portrays an American pilot shot down and
> > imprisoned in North Vietnam.
> > >
> > > At one point we see a U.S. warplane flying high
> > over the prison camp.
> > >
> > > It`s thrilling.
> > >
> > >
> > >
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Soems, Pongs, Songs and Poems
Sunday, August 26
from 2 to 5 in the afternoon
at Dias y Flores Community Garden
520 East 13th Street (between AveA&B)
Bring your poems, your songs,
some spirits
and huddled missives
yearning to breath free (and eat some bbq)
Sign up begins at 2:30

Tom Savage's Annual Garden Reading
Saturday, September 8th, from 4 to 6
at 11BC Community Garden
on East 11th Street between Ave B&C
with
Merry Fortune
Steve Dalachinksy
Ron Price
Yuko Otomo and moi,
Jeffrey Cyphers Wright
And please check my latest publication on this hip
e-mag:
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I'm not sure whether I can or should defend the classics.  I love
them, of course, but I don't have a cell phone and threw out my TV
long ago. I don't tend to buy new books. For one thing, I have no room
for more books.  So, like a certain sad alcoholic uncle who died
alone, I tend to take five books from the library and read two or
three right to the end.

I took Anthony Everitt's Augustus from the New York Public Library. As
I started to read, I thought that the book was printed in two colors;
the maps and pages were adorned with careful purple handwriting. No,
these were corrections by a previous reader. Nor was the previous
reader thorough. I discovered new mistakes on every page. How could
Random House do such a piss-poor job publishing?

Sadly, I know only too well. The late Richard Morris was a dear friend
and when  he began publishing popular science books, I'd try to read
them. Frequently I would give up after forty or fifty pages, because,
I thought, science was beyond me. Then one day it flashed -- the
computer "spell check" had corrected an "error" with the wrong word,
reducing pages and pages to nonsense.  Richard's books are 2% gibberish.

What labor classical scholars have expended over the centuries getting
their texts correct! Perhaps I love to read the Aeneid or The Iliad
with my little Latin and Greek because I feel the immensity of human
attention, intelligence and love which have been expended to preserve
these books.

I never published an issue of my magazine Unmuzzled OX without
typographical errors. Proofreading in 1971 was always done in pairs.
Jack Unterecker, my advisor at Columbia, taught me the routine. The
walls of Jack's apartment were covered with bookcases.  He was a
joyful man, but the times, I think, really wrecked his life. His wife
came out as a Lesbian, Farrar-Strauss mangled his biography of Hart
Crane, and the 1968 student uprising at Columbia culminated, for Jack,
with the first of a series of heart attacks which eventually killed him.

You can't read another person's life with certitude.  Carolyn Heilbrun
was known at Columbia at the time for tying feminism and
literature--or so Lyndall Gordon told me. I passed on Heilbrun's
courses, but read mysteries  she wrote under the pen name Amanda
Cross.  One day I came across her email address and wrote her a fan
letter. To my surprise, she responded, and we began a regular
correspondence.  At one point I lamented that after Jack's death
Columbia held no memorial. This contrasted with the reaction after
Kenneth Koch's death. Carolyn responded with the only email which
seemed like inappropriate feminist boilerplate, viz., Jack was a
victim of the old boys' network. The truth, as I'm sure she knew, was
rather the opposite.

I went on a lengthy trip and the emails ceased. I learned that while I
traveled Heilbrun had committed suicide. She had been sick, someone
told me; but then a note appeared in The Times in which her son said,
no, his mother had been in perfect health.

At this point in this posting I might be expected to wrap these words
up by quoting, say, Virgil's rendering of the suicide of Dido. After
the artist Ray Johnson committed suicide by drowning himself in Sag
Harbor, I bought Emile Durkheim's classic Suicide to try to figure out
why. There are people who believe there's nothing to add to Durkheim's
book. Durkheim was a 19th century French sociologist. August Comte,
who is credited with the invention of sociology, attempted suicide as
a young man by throwing himself in the Seine. Unlike Ray, Comte was
saved. If Comte had succeeded at killing himself, we'd never know why,
by this reckoning, because his student wouldn't have written the final
word on that grimmest subject, Suicide. Comte's death would just be
incomprehensible.

As a friend--she is an editor--said to me this morning: "Editors don't do the
best they are capable of. They do the best they can in the limited time they
have to do it." Thus, more and more, editors have less and less time to edit
their manuscripts, and so we read countless books that are poorly edited and
filled with typos. Even in the best of newspapers--the New York Times, the
International Herald Tribune, and the Guardian, for example--there are typos on
Page One. When I used to write journalism, a typo on Page One was considered a
treasonable act for which you would get shit-canned. Nowadays it is a daily
occurrence, and no one suffers consequences for such egregious acts. This is no
reason for any of us to give up our own standards. Perhaps we are the last
chance saloons for writing, literature, editing, and reading. Sign me up. I
volunteer for this impossible mission...

   M. G. Stephens
   (Doctor Mick)


mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
           I'm not sure whether I can or should defend the classics. I love
them, of course, but I don't have a cell phone and threw out my TV
long ago. I don't tend to buy new books. For one thing, I have no room
for more books. So, like a certain sad alcoholic uncle who died
alone, I tend to take five books from the library and read two or
three right to the end.

I took Anthony Everitt's Augustus from the New York Public Library. As
I started to read, I thought that the book was printed in two colors;
the maps and pages were adorned with careful purple handwriting. No,
these were corrections by a previous reader. Nor was the previous
reader thorough. I discovered new mistakes on every page. How could
Random House do such a piss-poor job publishing?

Sadly, I know only too well. The late Richard Morris was a dear friend
and when he began publishing popular science books, I'd try to read
them. Frequently I would give up after forty or fifty pages, because,
I thought, science was beyond me. Then one day it flashed -- the
computer "spell check" had corrected an "error" with the wrong word,
reducing pages and pages to nonsense. Richard's books are 2% gibberish.

What labor classical scholars have expended over the centuries getting
their texts correct! Perhaps I love to read the Aeneid or The Iliad
with my little Latin and Greek because I feel the immensity of human
attention, intelligence and love which have been expended to preserve
these books.

I never published an issue of my magazine Unmuzzled OX without
typographical errors. Proofreading in 1971 was always done in pairs.
Jack Unterecker, my advisor at Columbia, taught me the routine. The
walls of Jack's apartment were covered with bookcases. He was a
joyful man, but the times, I think, really wrecked his life. His wife
came out as a Lesbian, Farrar-Strauss mangled his biography of Hart
Crane, and the 1968 student uprising at Columbia culminated, for Jack,
with the first of a series of heart attacks which eventually killed him.

You can't read another person's life with certitude. Carolyn Heilbrun
was known at Columbia at the time for tying feminism and
literature--or so Lyndall Gordon told me. I passed on Heilbrun's
courses, but read mysteries she wrote under the pen name Amanda
Cross. One day I came across her email address and wrote her a fan
letter. To my surprise, she responded, and we began a regular
correspondence. At one point I lamented that after Jack's death
Columbia held no memorial. This contrasted with the reaction after
Kenneth Koch's death. Carolyn responded with the only email which
seemed like inappropriate feminist boilerplate, viz., Jack was a
victim of the old boys' network. The truth, as I'm sure she knew, was
rather the opposite.

I went on a lengthy trip and the emails ceased. I learned that while I
traveled Heilbrun had committed suicide. She had been sick, someone
told me; but then a note appeared in The Times in which her son said,
no, his mother had been in perfect health.

At this point in this posting I might be expected to wrap these words
up by quoting, say, Virgil's rendering of the suicide of Dido. After
the artist Ray Johnson committed suicide by drowning himself in Sag
Harbor, I bought Emile Durkheim's classic Suicide to try to figure out
why. There are people who believe there's nothing to add to Durkheim's
book. Durkheim was a 19th century French sociologist. August Comte,
who is credited with the invention of sociology, attempted suicide as
a young man by throwing himself in the Seine. Unlike Ray, Comte was
saved. If Comte had succeeded at killing himself, we'd never know why,
by this reckoning, because his student wouldn't have written the final
word on that grimmest subject, Suicide. Comte's death would just be
incomprehensible.






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I'm stuck for business reasons in a cheap Vermont hotel room which
has, thank God, cable TV. Jon Stewart has a correspondent in Baghdad.
The correspondent is not sure he wants to be there.

Why do people stick to jobs? When I taught the US military in Europe
how to write English, the ultimate reward was -- getting a free trip
to teach on a battlefield. I think you had to buy the uniform.

If you're reading this, you know -- the Internet sucks. It sucks worse
than cheap Vermont hotel rooms.

And so I blew it. Fed up with the Internet, I insulted an agent of the
Federal Bureau of Investigation. I was fired. And then -- my pals who
were polite to such agents got -- free trips to Baghdad (uniform not
included).

One dreams -- of better television, of celestial beauties in the casbah.

--- In unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com, Jeff Wright <covermag@...> wrote:
>
> Lately I have dreamed twice about a family reunion in
> Bahgdad. It seems calm enough and god knows we all
> want it to be so. In my dreams I can make it all
> right.
> This godawful mess that we perpetuated has permeated
> our consciousness to the point where our collective
> guilt level is coloring the rainbow. It's as if every
> song is a version of "I want to paint it... [red]."
> Or, "I want to paint it Black [water]," and make it go
> away.
>
> --- mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
>
> > Try thinking about the world without thinking about
> > Iraq. It disturbs
> > the conscious, the conscience, the unconscious. It's
> > in our dreams.
> > It's our highly original sin.
> >
> > --- In unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com, Michael Boughn
> > <mboughn@> wrote:
> > >
> > > What exactly do you mean by the Iraqi
> > "distraction"?
> > >
> > > ----- Original Message ----
> > > From: mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com>
> > > To: unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com
> > > Sent: Tuesday, August 14, 2007 5:37:00 PM
> > > Subject: [Unmuzzled Ox] Good Night, Vietnam
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >             Goodnight Moon.  Before the Iraqi
> > distraction, I dreamt
> > of Vietnam. I
> > >
> > > am an American flyer following a Vietnamese rail
> > line, victory in
> > >
> > > Vietnam remains possible; --  or so I'd dream. In
> > life I protested the
> > >
> > > war and cursed Johnson and Nixon. But the peace
> > was not then as sweet
> > >
> > > as I anticipated.  American soldiers returned to
> > unhappy or blighted
> > >
> > > lives. Vietnam and especially Cambodia fell into
> > misery. Maybe I
> > >
> > > sought to right matters in dreams. In Rescue Dawn,
> > Werner Herzog
> > >
> > > portrays an American pilot shot down and
> > imprisoned in North Vietnam.
> > >
> > > At one point we see a U.S. warplane flying high
> > over the prison camp.
> > >
> > > It`s thrilling.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
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My mother is 91-years-old and lives in a nursing home run by nuns on
the campus of Universite Laurentienne. The nuns are doctors,
biologists and hospital administrators. St Joseph Villa is cheerful;
the souls of the residents may linger unaccountably on this earth, but
that is a fact to be celebrated. On Sundays the nuns get real.  A
brisk woman with a scapula and a chalice enters my mother's room. She
gives my mother Holy Communion. She asks me if I want Communion. I
begin the usual trite bad-boy Catholic, "Well, you know, Sister, it's
been over a year since my last Confession, and perhaps I really better
not…."  But she'll have none of it. Faster than I can utter, Non
serviam -- my sins are forgiven and I have a host in my mouth.

I'll have to cancel our meeting in Hell. Sorry. I'm sure you'll have
more fun without me.

After watching "Algiers" for the 6th time I realized something.... the casbah,
however strongly it 'rocks,' is merely a diminuative sonata on the whole of the
cosmos-- dare I say microcosm-- as in, we are all criminals, and the walls that
confine us are tangible, self-induced, and the escape-ing of our luxuries is as
probable as our drowning in them...

   It's hilarious how the writers of the screenplay not only outline the
parameters of the casbah in words but also feel it necessary to have the police
reiterate the structure.

   The Internet is only a method; a seemingly easy way to connect with
fellow-minds and fellows who can grab hold of tangerial minds. Online culture
can, as can anything, be a prospect and a doom, a braggart and a peacemaker, a
commingling of the honors and a dissemination of gloom most powerful...

   So it is the weathly/gorgeous Hedy Lamar who draws the thief Pepe Le Moko out
of the Casbah of Algiers!!! And it is the tabloids which have accosted and
captivated the attentions of the masses. Each thief must now look upon his heart
and resolve that conflict within, lest we all perish in the corruption of the
marry-for-money mentality--

   And of course it ain't this serious. <wink, smirk, get hard> I hear scientists
are reintegrating the ozone shell as we speak, and the oil of the east means so
very little in the grand scheme of 50,000 years to and fro; so maybe eugenics
will prevail, unprompted--

   A grain of sand is the essence of the human spirit, no?

   B&W

   mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
           I'm stuck for business reasons in a cheap Vermont hotel room which
has, thank God, cable TV. Jon Stewart has a correspondent in Baghdad.
The correspondent is not sure he wants to be there.

Why do people stick to jobs? When I taught the US military in Europe
how to write English, the ultimate reward was -- getting a free trip
to teach on a battlefield. I think you had to buy the uniform.

If you're reading this, you know -- the Internet sucks. It sucks worse
than cheap Vermont hotel rooms.

And so I blew it. Fed up with the Internet, I insulted an agent of the
Federal Bureau of Investigation. I was fired. And then -- my pals who
were polite to such agents got -- free trips to Baghdad (uniform not
included).

One dreams -- of better television, of celestial beauties in the casbah.

--- In unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com, Jeff Wright <covermag@...> wrote:
>
> Lately I have dreamed twice about a family reunion in
> Bahgdad. It seems calm enough and god knows we all
> want it to be so. In my dreams I can make it all
> right.
> This godawful mess that we perpetuated has permeated
> our consciousness to the point where our collective
> guilt level is coloring the rainbow. It's as if every
> song is a version of "I want to paint it... [red]."
> Or, "I want to paint it Black [water]," and make it go
> away.
>
> --- mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
>
> > Try thinking about the world without thinking about
> > Iraq. It disturbs
> > the conscious, the conscience, the unconscious. It's
> > in our dreams.
> > It's our highly original sin.
> >
> > --- In unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com, Michael Boughn
> > <mboughn@> wrote:
> > >
> > > What exactly do you mean by the Iraqi
> > "distraction"?
> > >
> > > ----- Original Message ----
> > > From: mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com>
> > > To: unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com
> > > Sent: Tuesday, August 14, 2007 5:37:00 PM
> > > Subject: [Unmuzzled Ox] Good Night, Vietnam
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Goodnight Moon. Before the Iraqi
> > distraction, I dreamt
> > of Vietnam. I
> > >
> > > am an American flyer following a Vietnamese rail
> > line, victory in
> > >
> > > Vietnam remains possible; -- or so I'd dream. In
> > life I protested the
> > >
> > > war and cursed Johnson and Nixon. But the peace
> > was not then as sweet
> > >
> > > as I anticipated. American soldiers returned to
> > unhappy or blighted
> > >
> > > lives. Vietnam and especially Cambodia fell into
> > misery. Maybe I
> > >
> > > sought to right matters in dreams. In Rescue Dawn,
> > Werner Herzog
> > >
> > > portrays an American pilot shot down and
> > imprisoned in North Vietnam.
> > >
> > > At one point we see a U.S. warplane flying high
> > over the prison camp.
> > >
> > > It`s thrilling.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > >
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DEFEND DEFEND DEFEND 'cause that is the tendrils of the original profession of
the intellectual and the scholar, as well as the teacher (however bamboozled
into thinking that it is right to teach the classics).

   Just finished the 'classic' Far From the Madding Crowd, by Hardy, and wow, did
I despise the ending and his "architectually perfect plot". And the tidying up
with irony, and that "of course it had to be that way" mentality; those little
people, their open mouths and presumption are almost as annoying as those
quasi-poetic descriptions of the changing of the seasons.
   Loved the sex, and precision, the intelligence, however-- a physician's hand,
much like S. Lewis (sans 20th century bitterness and ugly-as-champion motif) and
the Hawthornesque believability. Loved also the few scenes where he wrote the
scene better than any cinematographer could've captured it-- a movie is all it
is, really, a long one, and then (fuck her, Mitchell, stealing his Bathsheba!)
it is also a time-capsule, for who knows now of many of the devices and
contrivances used way back when, the hay bales and so on, the herding  and
shearing of sheep and all that, the omens of toads and spiders--

   YES. I gave my television away as well. Almost 2 years ago. Not that the
concept is even decent in today's age-- it's blasphemy, what with NYTimes'
headlines being my sole source of world events (and the occasional cutting Santa
Fe headline), and YES, my landlord loaned me his TV and DVD player, and it's
sitting on my floor and it plays porno--

   My PC also plays films but they're harder to see due to the flatscreen's
position since a party, as you can imagine, calls for at least 2 screens...

   I TRIED READING portrait of the artist as a young man & GUESS WHAT< JOYCE
SEEMS SCHIZO UNTIL THE PRESENTATION CONGEALS IN THE MIND> FREAKS THE HELL OUT OF
ME> yet his greasy football is all the rage, really, even today.


mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
           I'm not sure whether I can or should defend the classics. I love
them, of course, but I don't have a cell phone and threw out my TV
long ago. I don't tend to buy new books. For one thing, I have no room
for more books. So, like a certain sad alcoholic uncle who died
alone, I tend to take five books from the library and read two or
three right to the end.

I took Anthony Everitt's Augustus from the New York Public Library. As
I started to read, I thought that the book was printed in two colors;
the maps and pages were adorned with careful purple handwriting. No,
these were corrections by a previous reader. Nor was the previous
reader thorough. I discovered new mistakes on every page. How could
Random House do such a piss-poor job publishing?

Sadly, I know only too well. The late Richard Morris was a dear friend
and when he began publishing popular science books, I'd try to read
them. Frequently I would give up after forty or fifty pages, because,
I thought, science was beyond me. Then one day it flashed -- the
computer "spell check" had corrected an "error" with the wrong word,
reducing pages and pages to nonsense. Richard's books are 2% gibberish.

What labor classical scholars have expended over the centuries getting
their texts correct! Perhaps I love to read the Aeneid or The Iliad
with my little Latin and Greek because I feel the immensity of human
attention, intelligence and love which have been expended to preserve
these books.

I never published an issue of my magazine Unmuzzled OX without
typographical errors. Proofreading in 1971 was always done in pairs.
Jack Unterecker, my advisor at Columbia, taught me the routine. The
walls of Jack's apartment were covered with bookcases. He was a
joyful man, but the times, I think, really wrecked his life. His wife
came out as a Lesbian, Farrar-Strauss mangled his biography of Hart
Crane, and the 1968 student uprising at Columbia culminated, for Jack,
with the first of a series of heart attacks which eventually killed him.

You can't read another person's life with certitude. Carolyn Heilbrun
was known at Columbia at the time for tying feminism and
literature--or so Lyndall Gordon told me. I passed on Heilbrun's
courses, but read mysteries she wrote under the pen name Amanda
Cross. One day I came across her email address and wrote her a fan
letter. To my surprise, she responded, and we began a regular
correspondence. At one point I lamented that after Jack's death
Columbia held no memorial. This contrasted with the reaction after
Kenneth Koch's death. Carolyn responded with the only email which
seemed like inappropriate feminist boilerplate, viz., Jack was a
victim of the old boys' network. The truth, as I'm sure she knew, was
rather the opposite.

I went on a lengthy trip and the emails ceased. I learned that while I
traveled Heilbrun had committed suicide. She had been sick, someone
told me; but then a note appeared in The Times in which her son said,
no, his mother had been in perfect health.

At this point in this posting I might be expected to wrap these words
up by quoting, say, Virgil's rendering of the suicide of Dido. After
the artist Ray Johnson committed suicide by drowning himself in Sag
Harbor, I bought Emile Durkheim's classic Suicide to try to figure out
why. There are people who believe there's nothing to add to Durkheim's
book. Durkheim was a 19th century French sociologist. August Comte,
who is credited with the invention of sociology, attempted suicide as
a young man by throwing himself in the Seine. Unlike Ray, Comte was
saved. If Comte had succeeded at killing himself, we'd never know why,
by this reckoning, because his student wouldn't have written the final
word on that grimmest subject, Suicide. Comte's death would just be
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Muhammad's first wife was an older widow, Khadijah. Much poetry in
Arabic was inspired by their love. When Khadijah died, Muhammad was
already known as the Prophet, and eventually married twelve other
women, mostly widows in their forties and fifties who already had
children but who needed protectors.

Ingres and Delacroix had great fun painting harems. It did, indeed,
before 9/11, look like more fun than, say, 99 virgins.

Even one virgin can be a terrible burden.

--- In unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com, James Beach <bergecafe2007@...> wrote:
>
> After watching "Algiers" for the 6th time I realized something....
the casbah, however strongly it 'rocks,' is merely a diminuative
sonata on the whole of the cosmos-- dare I say microcosm-- as in, we
are all criminals, and the walls that confine us are tangible,
self-induced, and the escape-ing of our luxuries is as probable as our
drowning in them...
>
>   It's hilarious how the writers of the screenplay not only outline
the parameters of the casbah in words but also feel it necessary to
have the police reiterate the structure.
>
>   The Internet is only a method; a seemingly easy way to connect
with fellow-minds and fellows who can grab hold of tangerial minds.
Online culture can, as can anything, be a prospect and a doom, a
braggart and a peacemaker, a commingling of the honors and a
dissemination of gloom most powerful...
>
>   So it is the weathly/gorgeous Hedy Lamar who draws the thief Pepe
Le Moko out of the Casbah of Algiers!!! And it is the tabloids which
have accosted and captivated the attentions of the masses. Each thief
must now look upon his heart and resolve that conflict within, lest we
all perish in the corruption of the marry-for-money mentality--
>
>   And of course it ain't this serious. <wink, smirk, get hard> I
hear scientists are reintegrating the ozone shell as we speak, and the
oil of the east means so very little in the grand scheme of 50,000
years to and fro; so maybe eugenics will prevail, unprompted--
>
>   A grain of sand is the essence of the human spirit, no?
>
>   B&W
>
>   mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
>           I'm stuck for business reasons in a cheap Vermont hotel
room which
> has, thank God, cable TV. Jon Stewart has a correspondent in Baghdad.
> The correspondent is not sure he wants to be there.
>
> Why do people stick to jobs? When I taught the US military in Europe
> how to write English, the ultimate reward was -- getting a free trip
> to teach on a battlefield. I think you had to buy the uniform.
>
> If you're reading this, you know -- the Internet sucks. It sucks worse
> than cheap Vermont hotel rooms.
>
> And so I blew it. Fed up with the Internet, I insulted an agent of the
> Federal Bureau of Investigation. I was fired. And then -- my pals who
> were polite to such agents got -- free trips to Baghdad (uniform not
> included).
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> One dreams -- of better television, of celestial beauties in the casbah.
>
> --- In unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com, Jeff Wright <covermag@> wrote:
> >
> > Lately I have dreamed twice about a family reunion in
> > Bahgdad. It seems calm enough and god knows we all
> > want it to be so. In my dreams I can make it all
> > right.
> > This godawful mess that we perpetuated has permeated
> > our consciousness to the point where our collective
> > guilt level is coloring the rainbow. It's as if every
> > song is a version of "I want to paint it... [red]."
> > Or, "I want to paint it Black [water]," and make it go
> > away.
> >
> > --- mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
> >
> > > Try thinking about the world without thinking about
> > > Iraq. It disturbs
> > > the conscious, the conscience, the unconscious. It's
> > > in our dreams.
> > > It's our highly original sin.
> > >
> > > --- In unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com, Michael Boughn
> > > <mboughn@> wrote:
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> > > > What exactly do you mean by the Iraqi
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I met a man recently who said he enjoyed finding the daily typos in the NYT; I
guess it gave him something to live for. As an editor, I am prone to
perfectionism and so also glean a bit of superiority of the inanimate when my
eye picks up what others in my field have obviously or perhaps failed to notice.
Yet the content of any written piece is is far more important than the micro
arrangement of letters and symbols. I think most of us allow for the occasional
verbal stammers and mis-starts, slip-ups and pronounication-fumbles in speech
and the same applies to literature/magazine fluff/news/et alii.

   While working on "ANTICS" (Berge) I created an editorial style sheet unlike
any other to try and coalesce/unify what was at times a motley crew of poetic
conveyances. This led to several full-book sweeps, and yet there are still
circlable errors in it (as well as iffy ones which need to be viewed in the
right light to ensure justification for existence-- the '60s were a doozy for
conservatives and liberals alike!). Some of the "mistakes" can be blamed on bugs
of one sort or another which entered the computer systems and software and data
of Regent Press. This first edition of 500 is immediately a collector's item,
and I expect (gods willing) that another run will afford me the opportunity to
do another sweep to rid the text of any lingering detritus so as to afford the
greatest luxury for the reader.

   Of course, as any college prof might tell you, would-be errors are often
intentional and mired in the roots of words and symantics of language, to bring
about a certain reaction in the reader... but you already know all that, being
erudite and online seekers and bloggers too. Such is the stuff of lit?

   In color

Mick Stephens <mickstphns@...> wrote:
           As a friend--she is an editor--said to me this morning: "Editors don't
do the best they are capable of. They do the best they can in the limited time
they have to do it." Thus, more and more, editors have less and less time to
edit their manuscripts, and so we read countless books that are poorly edited
and filled with typos. Even in the best of newspapers--the New York Times, the
International Herald Tribune, and the Guardian, for example--there are typos on
Page One. When I used to write journalism, a typo on Page One was considered a
treasonable act for which you would get shit-canned. Nowadays it is a daily
occurrence, and no one suffers consequences for such egregious acts. This is no
reason for any of us to give up our own standards. Perhaps we are the last
chance saloons for writing, literature, editing, and reading. Sign me up. I
volunteer for this impossible mission...

M. G. Stephens
(Doctor Mick)


mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
I'm not sure whether I can or should defend the classics. I love
them, of course, but I don't have a cell phone and threw out my TV
long ago. I don't tend to buy new books. For one thing, I have no room
for more books. So, like a certain sad alcoholic uncle who died
alone, I tend to take five books from the library and read two or
three right to the end.

I took Anthony Everitt's Augustus from the New York Public Library. As
I started to read, I thought that the book was printed in two colors;
the maps and pages were adorned with careful purple handwriting. No,
these were corrections by a previous reader. Nor was the previous
reader thorough. I discovered new mistakes on every page. How could
Random House do such a piss-poor job publishing?

Sadly, I know only too well. The late Richard Morris was a dear friend
and when he began publishing popular science books, I'd try to read
them. Frequently I would give up after forty or fifty pages, because,
I thought, science was beyond me. Then one day it flashed -- the
computer "spell check" had corrected an "error" with the wrong word,
reducing pages and pages to nonsense. Richard's books are 2% gibberish.

What labor classical scholars have expended over the centuries getting
their texts correct! Perhaps I love to read the Aeneid or The Iliad
with my little Latin and Greek because I feel the immensity of human
attention, intelligence and love which have been expended to preserve
these books.

I never published an issue of my magazine Unmuzzled OX without
typographical errors. Proofreading in 1971 was always done in pairs.
Jack Unterecker, my advisor at Columbia, taught me the routine. The
walls of Jack's apartment were covered with bookcases. He was a
joyful man, but the times, I think, really wrecked his life. His wife
came out as a Lesbian, Farrar-Strauss mangled his biography of Hart
Crane, and the 1968 student uprising at Columbia culminated, for Jack,
with the first of a series of heart attacks which eventually killed him.

You can't read another person's life with certitude. Carolyn Heilbrun
was known at Columbia at the time for tying feminism and
literature--or so Lyndall Gordon told me. I passed on Heilbrun's
courses, but read mysteries she wrote under the pen name Amanda
Cross. One day I came across her email address and wrote her a fan
letter. To my surprise, she responded, and we began a regular
correspondence. At one point I lamented that after Jack's death
Columbia held no memorial. This contrasted with the reaction after
Kenneth Koch's death. Carolyn responded with the only email which
seemed like inappropriate feminist boilerplate, viz., Jack was a
victim of the old boys' network. The truth, as I'm sure she knew, was
rather the opposite.

I went on a lengthy trip and the emails ceased. I learned that while I
traveled Heilbrun had committed suicide. She had been sick, someone
told me; but then a note appeared in The Times in which her son said,
no, his mother had been in perfect health.

At this point in this posting I might be expected to wrap these words
up by quoting, say, Virgil's rendering of the suicide of Dido. After
the artist Ray Johnson committed suicide by drowning himself in Sag
Harbor, I bought Emile Durkheim's classic Suicide to try to figure out
why. There are people who believe there's nothing to add to Durkheim's
book. Durkheim was a 19th century French sociologist. August Comte,
who is credited with the invention of sociology, attempted suicide as
a young man by throwing himself in the Seine. Unlike Ray, Comte was
saved. If Comte had succeeded at killing himself, we'd never know why,
by this reckoning, because his student wouldn't have written the final
word on that grimmest subject, Suicide. Comte's death would just be
incomprehensible.

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--- James Beach <bergecafe2007@...> wrote:

> I met a man recently who said he enjoyed finding the
> daily typos in the NYT; I guess it gave him
> something to live for. As an editor, I am prone to
> perfectionism and so also glean a bit of superiority
> of the inanimate when my eye picks up what others in
> my field have obviously or perhaps failed to notice.
> Yet the content of any written piece is is far more
> important than the micro arrangement of letters and
> symbols. I think most of us allow for the occasional
> verbal stammers and mis-starts, slip-ups and
> pronounication-fumbles in speech and the same
> applies to literature/magazine fluff/news/et alii.
>
>   While working on "ANTICS" (Berge) I created an
> editorial style sheet unlike any other to try and
> coalesce/unify what was at times a motley crew of
> poetic conveyances. This led to several full-book
> sweeps, and yet there are still circlable errors in
> it (as well as iffy ones which need to be viewed in
> the right light to ensure justification for
> existence-- the '60s were a doozy for conservatives
> and liberals alike!). Some of the "mistakes" can be
> blamed on bugs of one sort or another which entered
> the computer systems and software and data of Regent
> Press. This first edition of 500 is immediately a
> collector's item, and I expect (gods willing) that
> another run will afford me the opportunity to do
> another sweep to rid the text of any lingering
> detritus so as to afford the greatest luxury for the
> reader.
>
>   Of course, as any college prof might tell you,
> would-be errors are often intentional and mired in
> the roots of words and symantics of language, to
> bring about a certain reaction in the reader... but
> you already know all that, being erudite and online
> seekers and bloggers too. Such is the stuff of lit?
>
>   In color
>
> Mick Stephens <mickstphns@...> wrote:
>           As a friend--she is an editor--said to me
> this morning: "Editors don't do the best they are
> capable of. They do the best they can in the limited
> time they have to do it." Thus, more and more,
> editors have less and less time to edit their
> manuscripts, and so we read countless books that are
> poorly edited and filled with typos. Even in the
> best of newspapers--the New York Times, the
> International Herald Tribune, and the Guardian, for
> example--there are typos on Page One. When I used to
> write journalism, a typo on Page One was considered
> a treasonable act for which you would get
> shit-canned. Nowadays it is a daily occurrence, and
> no one suffers consequences for such egregious acts.
> This is no reason for any of us to give up our own
> standards. Perhaps we are the last chance saloons
> for writing, literature, editing, and reading. Sign
> me up. I volunteer for this impossible mission...
>
> M. G. Stephens
> (Doctor Mick)
>
>
> mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
> I'm not sure whether I can or should defend the
> classics. I love
> them, of course, but I don't have a cell phone and
> threw out my TV
> long ago. I don't tend to buy new books. For one
> thing, I have no room
> for more books. So, like a certain sad alcoholic
> uncle who died
> alone, I tend to take five books from the library
> and read two or
> three right to the end.
>
> I took Anthony Everitt's Augustus from the New York
> Public Library. As
> I started to read, I thought that the book was
> printed in two colors;
> the maps and pages were adorned with careful purple
> handwriting. No,
> these were corrections by a previous reader. Nor was
> the previous
> reader thorough. I discovered new mistakes on every
> page. How could
> Random House do such a piss-poor job publishing?
>
> Sadly, I know only too well. The late Richard Morris
> was a dear friend
> and when he began publishing popular science books,
> I'd try to read
> them. Frequently I would give up after forty or
> fifty pages, because,
> I thought, science was beyond me. Then one day it
> flashed -- the
> computer "spell check" had corrected an "error" with
> the wrong word,
> reducing pages and pages to nonsense. Richard's
> books are 2% gibberish.
>
> What labor classical scholars have expended over the
> centuries getting
> their texts correct! Perhaps I love to read the
> Aeneid or The Iliad
> with my little Latin and Greek because I feel the
> immensity of human
> attention, intelligence and love which have been
> expended to preserve
> these books.
>
> I never published an issue of my magazine Unmuzzled
> OX without
> typographical errors. Proofreading in 1971 was
> always done in pairs.
> Jack Unterecker, my advisor at Columbia, taught me
> the routine. The
> walls of Jack's apartment were covered with
> bookcases. He was a
> joyful man, but the times, I think, really wrecked
> his life. His wife
> came out as a Lesbian, Farrar-Strauss mangled his
> biography of Hart
> Crane, and the 1968 student uprising at Columbia
> culminated, for Jack,
> with the first of a series of heart attacks which
> eventually killed him.
>
> You can't read another person's life with certitude.
> Carolyn Heilbrun
> was known at Columbia at the time for tying feminism
> and
> literature--or so Lyndall Gordon told me. I passed
> on Heilbrun's
> courses, but read mysteries she wrote under the pen
> name Amanda
> Cross. One day I came across her email address and
> wrote her a fan
> letter. To my surprise, she responded, and we began
> a regular
> correspondence. At one point I lamented that after
> Jack's death
> Columbia held no memorial. This contrasted with the
> reaction after
> Kenneth Koch's death. Carolyn responded with the
> only email which
> seemed like inappropriate feminist boilerplate,
> viz., Jack was a
> victim of the old boys' network. The truth, as I'm
> sure she knew, was
> rather the opposite.
>
> I went on a lengthy trip and the emails ceased. I
> learned that while I
> traveled Heilbrun had committed suicide. She had
> been sick, someone
> told me; but then a note appeared in The Times in
> which her son said,
> no, his mother had been in perfect health.
>
> At this point in this posting I might be expected to
> wrap these words
> up by quoting, say, Virgil's rendering of the
> suicide of Dido. After
> the artist Ray Johnson committed suicide by drowning
> himself in Sag
> Harbor, I bought Emile Durkheim's classic Suicide to
> try to figure out
> why. There are people who believe there's nothing to
> add to Durkheim's
> book. Durkheim was a 19th century French
> sociologist. August Comte,
> who is credited with the invention of sociology,
> attempted suicide as
> a young man by throwing himself in the Seine. Unlike
> Ray, Comte was
> saved. If Comte had succeeded at killing himself,
> we'd never know why,
> by this reckoning, because his student wouldn't have
> written the final
> word on that grimmest subject, Suicide. Comte's
> death would just be
> incomprehensible.
>
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Back in New York, for no particular reason, I saw 3:10 to Yuma
yesterday. Thirty years ago I was in Peru this time in September. Peru
was run by Russians. Che posters were everywhere. There were free
Russian lessons at the University of Cuzco. There happened to be an
International Conference of Third World Nations in Lima while I
packing for  my return to the U.S.  Everybody seemed to speak English,
and reside in New York; their next stop was the autumn opening of the
United Nations. However, on our way back to New York, rightist tanks
rolled in the streets of Lima, and the Russians abruptly departed.
Today the mass media is echoing Bush's anti-Iran ploy. President
Ahmadinejad is speaking this afternoon at my alma mater, Columbia
University, and tomorrow at the U.N. The tabloids call him Mr Evil.
First there was Osama, then there was Saddam, and now there's
Ahmadinejad.  Are the Republicans preparing us for more war? Like O.J.
Simpson they'll eventually catch the guy who blew up the World Trade
Center. Meanwhile the cowboys in 3:10 to Yuma sure kill a lot of people.

I spend one hour every day hating George Bush. I try to limit myself
to an hour. That way I have time to read.

Among the books I am currently reading, Inside Islam has the most
typos. It is an anthology of excerpts from the "classics" of current
commentary on Islam. The contributors, as Tom Clark might might say,
are All-Stars: Bernard Lewis, Karen Armstrong, Ryszard Kapucscinski,
William T. Vollmann, V.S. Naipaul, etc. The book appeared in 2002 and
was obviously a quickie response to 9/11. The mind allows for this
haste and easily corrects the typos.


--- In unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com, Jeff Wright <covermag@...> wrote:
>
> [symantic] sic
> I what mean know you
>
>
> --- James Beach <bergecafe2007@...> wrote:
>
> > I met a man recently who said he enjoyed finding the
> > daily typos in the NYT; I guess it gave him
> > something to live for. As an editor, I am prone to
> > perfectionism and so also glean a bit of superiority
> > of the inanimate when my eye picks up what others in
> > my field have obviously or perhaps failed to notice.
> > Yet the content of any written piece is is far more
> > important than the micro arrangement of letters and
> > symbols. I think most of us allow for the occasional
> > verbal stammers and mis-starts, slip-ups and
> > pronounication-fumbles in speech and the same
> > applies to literature/magazine fluff/news/et alii.
> >
> >   While working on "ANTICS" (Berge) I created an
> > editorial style sheet unlike any other to try and
> > coalesce/unify what was at times a motley crew of
> > poetic conveyances. This led to several full-book
> > sweeps, and yet there are still circlable errors in
> > it (as well as iffy ones which need to be viewed in
> > the right light to ensure justification for
> > existence-- the '60s were a doozy for conservatives
> > and liberals alike!). Some of the "mistakes" can be
> > blamed on bugs of one sort or another which entered
> > the computer systems and software and data of Regent
> > Press. This first edition of 500 is immediately a
> > collector's item, and I expect (gods willing) that
> > another run will afford me the opportunity to do
> > another sweep to rid the text of any lingering
> > detritus so as to afford the greatest luxury for the
> > reader.
> >
> >   Of course, as any college prof might tell you,
> > would-be errors are often intentional and mired in
> > the roots of words and symantics of language, to
> > bring about a certain reaction in the reader... but
> > you already know all that, being erudite and online
> > seekers and bloggers too. Such is the stuff of lit?
> >
> >   In color
> >
> > Mick Stephens <mickstphns@...> wrote:
> >           As a friend--she is an editor--said to me
> > this morning: "Editors don't do the best they are
> > capable of. They do the best they can in the limited
> > time they have to do it." Thus, more and more,
> > editors have less and less time to edit their
> > manuscripts, and so we read countless books that are
> > poorly edited and filled with typos. Even in the
> > best of newspapers--the New York Times, the
> > International Herald Tribune, and the Guardian, for
> > example--there are typos on Page One. When I used to
> > write journalism, a typo on Page One was considered
> > a treasonable act for which you would get
> > shit-canned. Nowadays it is a daily occurrence, and
> > no one suffers consequences for such egregious acts.
> > This is no reason for any of us to give up our own
> > standards. Perhaps we are the last chance saloons
> > for writing, literature, editing, and reading. Sign
> > me up. I volunteer for this impossible mission...
> >
> > M. G. Stephens
> > (Doctor Mick)
> >
> >
> > mandreox <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> wrote:
> > I'm not sure whether I can or should defend the
> > classics. I love
> > them, of course, but I don't have a cell phone and
> > threw out my TV
> > long ago. I don't tend to buy new books. For one
> > thing, I have no room
> > for more books. So, like a certain sad alcoholic
> > uncle who died
> > alone, I tend to take five books from the library
> > and read two or
> > three right to the end.
> >
> > I took Anthony Everitt's Augustus from the New York
> > Public Library. As
> > I started to read, I thought that the book was
> > printed in two colors;
> > the maps and pages were adorned with careful purple
> > handwriting. No,
> > these were corrections by a previous reader. Nor was
> > the previous
> > reader thorough. I discovered new mistakes on every
> > page. How could
> > Random House do such a piss-poor job publishing?
> >
> > Sadly, I know only too well. The late Richard Morris
> > was a dear friend
> > and when he began publishing popular science books,
> > I'd try to read
> > them. Frequently I would give up after forty or
> > fifty pages, because,
> > I thought, science was beyond me. Then one day it
> > flashed -- the
> > computer "spell check" had corrected an "error" with
> > the wrong word,
> > reducing pages and pages to nonsense. Richard's
> > books are 2% gibberish.
> >
> > What labor classical scholars have expended over the
> > centuries getting
> > their texts correct! Perhaps I love to read the
> > Aeneid or The Iliad
> > with my little Latin and Greek because I feel the
> > immensity of human
> > attention, intelligence and love which have been
> > expended to preserve
> > these books.
> >
> > I never published an issue of my magazine Unmuzzled
> > OX without
> > typographical errors. Proofreading in 1971 was
> > always done in pairs.
> > Jack Unterecker, my advisor at Columbia, taught me
> > the routine. The
> > walls of Jack's apartment were covered with
> > bookcases. He was a
> > joyful man, but the times, I think, really wrecked
> > his life. His wife
> > came out as a Lesbian, Farrar-Strauss mangled his
> > biography of Hart
> > Crane, and the 1968 student uprising at Columbia
> > culminated, for Jack,
> > with the first of a series of heart attacks which
> > eventually killed him.
> >
> > You can't read another person's life with certitude.
> > Carolyn Heilbrun
> > was known at Columbia at the time for tying feminism
> > and
> > literature--or so Lyndall Gordon told me. I passed
> > on Heilbrun's
> > courses, but read mysteries she wrote under the pen
> > name Amanda
> > Cross. One day I came across her email address and
> > wrote her a fan
> > letter. To my surprise, she responded, and we began
> > a regular
> > correspondence. At one point I lamented that after
> > Jack's death
> > Columbia held no memorial. This contrasted with the
> > reaction after
> > Kenneth Koch's death. Carolyn responded with the
> > only email which
> > seemed like inappropriate feminist boilerplate,
> > viz., Jack was a
> > victim of the old boys' network. The truth, as I'm
> > sure she knew, was
> > rather the opposite.
> >
> > I went on a lengthy trip and the emails ceased. I
> > learned that while I
> > traveled Heilbrun had committed suicide. She had
> > been sick, someone
> > told me; but then a note appeared in The Times in
> > which her son said,
> > no, his mother had been in perfect health.
> >
> > At this point in this posting I might be expected to
> > wrap these words
> > up by quoting, say, Virgil's rendering of the
> > suicide of Dido. After
> > the artist Ray Johnson committed suicide by drowning
> > himself in Sag
> > Harbor, I bought Emile Durkheim's classic Suicide to
> > try to figure out
> > why. There are people who believe there's nothing to
> > add to Durkheim's
> > book. Durkheim was a 19th century French
> > sociologist. August Comte,
> > who is credited with the invention of sociology,
> > attempted suicide as
> > a young man by throwing himself in the Seine. Unlike
> > Ray, Comte was
> > saved. If Comte had succeeded at killing himself,
> > we'd never know why,
> > by this reckoning, because his student wouldn't have
> > written the final
> > word on that grimmest subject, Suicide. Comte's
> > death would just be
> > incomprehensible.
> >
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Back in 1999 just before the Millennium, God and Allah were in a bar
up in heaven. God has always been a Yankee fan. Allah favors the Mets.
"Jeez, God," said Allah, "for like a thousand years the Yankees always
win. Why don't you make it interesting? how about giving my boys a
chance?"

All right, said God, games should be fair. The Mets can win
henceforward sometimes, and the Yankees accordingly will lose. And
such is the All-new Divine Plan.

But Lo! The Yankees immediately in that Very Millennial Year, 2000,
defied the Lord's Plan and humiliated the Mets to win the World
Series. Allah sneered. Some God! Saith Allah, Come October You can't
even control nine guys on a ball field.

Maybe they're more afraid of Steinbrenner than Me, saith the Lord. You
Allah may smite New York Itself and henceforward I assure You until
the Mets win and win again, the Yankees will come close and then
closer but, like the Cubs, with whom I am also wroth, never again triumph.

Allah cackled. He prepared his mighty airliners.

I've been working on a pretty big project that's coming up in
November. Daniel Dancer, an artist who creates "Giant Living Paintings
Made of People" is coming to Lawrence, and my non-profit is partially
funding a project at an area junior high school. We're using grant
money earmarked for educational programs to pay for it. The school has
approximately 435 students, half of whom are on free/reduced student
lunches.

The image that Daniel will be creating is that of a Regal Fritillary
butterfly. This butterfly is a prairie obligate species, which means
its host plant lives on the prairie and nowhere else. Only 0.5% of the
high quality tallgrass prairie remains in Douglas County, Kansas --
much more than many places. The regal is on many states' threatened
and endangered lists because of habitat destruction. Daniel will lead
the kids in discussions about environmental issues and the entire
project will be focused on community-building.

We had a lot of trouble finding an image of the butterfly that was
acceptable. There are a lot of photos out there, but they are either
too small, or copyrighted, or the butterfly isn't actually alive in
the photo. Finally I just decided to paint the image myself and the
result is seen above.

We are asking the kids in the school to start collecting fall leaves
that resemble the rusty orange color of the butterfly. Those leaves
will serve as the majority of color in the fore wings. The black and
white spots and lines will likely be made by kids wearing colored
shirts. Daniel will lay the design out on November 7, and the kids
will fill the field with color on November 8 or 9 (depending on the
weather).

Daniel and I have been really excited about the idea of getting nearly
all of the kids at the junior high wearing Regal Fritillary butterfly
t-shirts that represent color on the "living painting." (Plus, they'll
say "Grassland Heritage Foundation" on them.) However, since the
school is low-income, and they are currently starting up their annual
fund raising event, they aren't willing to order t-shirts without
outside funding. Also, they have been slow to act on some things
because this is something we approached them with, so they're not
totally owning it.

So far I've personally found a little over $670 in pledges, but I'm
running out of time. The shirts have to be ordered by October 15 so
that they'll be in Kansas by November 5.  (edit:  there are 435
students at the school.  We want as many kids to have the shirts as
possible!)

Yeah, I'm asking you if you're interested in helping. Each of the
shirts cost $10, and they're made of organic cotton. If you want to
sponsor a kid or 10, email me and I will get information to you about
how you can do that.  Do you have paypal?  babbitkan@... is my
paypal address.

Contemporary composers make opera. Film makers film these operas. The
Op on Screen Festival, free to the public, celebrates this new musical
theater for seven weeks October 6 to November 17 with a fresh program
most Saturdays.  This screening presentation was facilitated by the
New York Public Library branch at Hamilton Fish Park.

October 20
ORFREO
THE DEATH OF DON JUAN
WAKING IN NEW YORK

Elodie Lauten's ORFREO, a short opera inspired by the art and
mysterious death of Ray Johnson, with libretto by Michael Andre, was
premiered at Merkin Hall (2004) by Baroque ensemble The Queen's
Chamber Band, with countertenor Marshall Coid and soprano Meredith
Borden. A DVD of this production, edited and produced by Ludi Askins,
was recently released on 4Tay.

THE DEATH OF DON JUAN, Lauten's first foray into multimedia theater,
received a National Endowment for the Arts award. The DVD documents
the new 2005 large-scale production at Franklin Pierce College,
directed by Robert Lawson.

WAKING IN NEW YORK, Lauten's 'rocking' tribute to her friend the poet
Allen Ginsberg was shown at the New York City Opera VOX in 2004. The
document presented here is of an earlier production at the 14th St Y
Theater, conducted by Mimi Stern-Wolfe.

Elodie Lauten's music was presented by the Lincoln Center Festival,
the New York City Opera, WNYC, The Whitney Museum, The Kitchen, the
Performing Garage, La Mama, and at the Paris Museum of Modern Art. Her
discography includes 26 titles to-date. She has received awards from
the National Endowment for the Arts , the Massachusetts Council on the
Arts, The Music Liberty Initiative, as well as ongoing support from
ASCAP, Meet the Composer, and the American Music Center. She is
currently on the composition faculty at NYU.

ORFREO--Among Michael Andre's books of poetry are Experiments in Banal
Living and Studying the Ground for Holes. His art criticism has
appeared in Art News, The Village Voice and Art in America. He
recently edited Archifanfaro, a libretto by Carlo Goldoni, translated
by W.H. Auden. He is the publisher Unmuzzled OX, a magazine of poetry,
politics and art.

Elaine Comparone, the founding member of Bach with Pluck, Trio
Bell'Arte and The Queen's Chamber Band, has received multiple awards
from the National Endowment for the Arts and the New York State
Council of the Arts. She has performed both solo and with her ensemble
at Alice Tully Hall at Lincoln Center, Merkin Concert Hall, Weill
Recital Hall at Carnegie Hall, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the
Dayton Art Institute and the Library of Congress. She is very active
in commissioning new work for harpsichord. She produced ORFREO.

THE DEATH OF DON JUAN--Robert Lawson is a writer, director, composer,
screenwriter & visual artist. His music/theater work "…but the rain is
full of ghosts" was performed at the Kennedy Center as part of the
National American College Theater Festival (April 2003). Recent work
includes direction & set design of The Magic Flute for the Granite
State Opera, for which he also directed the 2001 production of The
Barber of Seville; an ongoing series of workshops in Creative Process
and film for the Donau University in Austria; and co-writing and
producing an independent feature film - Safety Glass. He is on faculty
at Franklin Pierce University. Note that In THE DEATH OF DON JUAN 2005
production directed by Robert Lawson, the original electro-acoustic
soundtrack was used, augmented by live performance by Elodie Lauten
(synthesizer) and Jonathan Hischman (electric guitar). Some of the
original performers on this soundtrack were Peter Zummo and Arthur
Russell.

WAKING IN NEW YORK---Allen Ginsberg is Allen Ginsberg. With William
Burroughs, Gregory Corso and Jack Kerouac, he invented Beat
literature. The censorship trial of his first book of poetry, Howl and
Other Poems, made him famous; Howl has become one of the most widely
read poems of the century. Ginsberg received Yugoslavia's Struga
Poetry Festival "Golden Wreath" in 1986. A member of the American
Institute of Arts and Letters, Ginsberg co-founded o the Jack Kerouac
School of Disembodied Poetics at the Naropa Institute, the first
accredited Buddhist college in the Western world. Michael Andre
interviewed and published him and Elodie Lauten starred in his
all-girl rock group..


Meredith Borden and Marshall Coid star in ORFREO!

Meredith Borden, soprano, a graduate of New England Conservatory in
Boston, found her way into the world of microtonal music via Joe
Maneri's microtonal music class where he taught his students to defy
the 12-Tone music "standard" in order to sing and play 72-Equal
Tempered notes to the octave. From this point on, Borden began
developing her own uniquely virtuosic microtonal singing style, along
the way performing works by Philip Glass and Meredith Monk, and other
new music composers. Defining herself as a "blues coloratura," Borden
combines her classical virtuosity with a blues passion. Although
Borden is celebrated for her ability to
master challenging microtonal works, her vocal repertoire ranges from
early music to contemporary musical theatre, featured in works as
diverse as Bach's Jauchzet Gott in Allen Landen to touring with the
musical Hair in Europe. Paul Griffiths of the New York Times described
her performance of Harry Partch's The Potion Scene as "gripping."

Marshall Coid has a multi-faceted career as a counter tenor,
violinist, composer, writer and actor. Since graduating from the
Juilliard School in 1979 he has appeared as a soloist for Lincoln
Center Great Performers, Spoleto Festival, the Kennedy Center, the New
York Shakespeare Festival, New York Pro Arte Chamber Orchestra, His
television credits include Fame, Another World, Guiding Light, and
Nosferatu on MTV. On Broadway he has appeared in Rags, Ghetto, Barnum,
Sunset Boulevard and Chicago. Currently he is a soloist with the
Queen's Chamber Band and the New York Ensemble for Early Music at St.
John the Divine. He is on the music faculty of Columbia University.

In addition to Orfreo Michael Andre and Elodie Lauten collaborated on
  S.O.S. W.Y.C. (2001), Sex and Pre-Anti-Post-Modernism  (2002) and
Justification by Faith and the Long Ball (for Daniel Berrigan) 2006.


Saturday at 2pm October 20:
ORFREO / DON JUAN/ WAKING IN NEW YORK
Admission-free

New York Public Library
Hamilton Fish Park Branch
415 Houston Street (Ave C)
Program Information: 212-388-0202

http://www.geocities.com/lesperformingarts

Through November 17, 2007

To see Alice's butterfly, click on Photos on the Unmuzzled OX group
home page.

--- In unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com, "flower_alice" <flower_alice@...>
wrote:
>
> I've been working on a pretty big project that's coming up in
> November. Daniel Dancer, an artist who creates "Giant Living Paintings
> Made of People" is coming to Lawrence, and my non-profit is partially
> funding a project at an area junior high school. We're using grant
> money earmarked for educational programs to pay for it. The school has
> approximately 435 students, half of whom are on free/reduced student
> lunches.
>
> The image that Daniel will be creating is that of a Regal Fritillary
> butterfly. This butterfly is a prairie obligate species, which means
> its host plant lives on the prairie and nowhere else. Only 0.5% of the
> high quality tallgrass prairie remains in Douglas County, Kansas --
> much more than many places. The regal is on many states' threatened
> and endangered lists because of habitat destruction. Daniel will lead
> the kids in discussions about environmental issues and the entire
> project will be focused on community-building.
>
> We had a lot of trouble finding an image of the butterfly that was
> acceptable. There are a lot of photos out there, but they are either
> too small, or copyrighted, or the butterfly isn't actually alive in
> the photo. Finally I just decided to paint the image myself and the
> result is seen above.
>
> We are asking the kids in the school to start collecting fall leaves
> that resemble the rusty orange color of the butterfly. Those leaves
> will serve as the majority of color in the fore wings. The black and
> white spots and lines will likely be made by kids wearing colored
> shirts. Daniel will lay the design out on November 7, and the kids
> will fill the field with color on November 8 or 9 (depending on the
> weather).
>
> Daniel and I have been really excited about the idea of getting nearly
> all of the kids at the junior high wearing Regal Fritillary butterfly
> t-shirts that represent color on the "living painting." (Plus, they'll
> say "Grassland Heritage Foundation" on them.) However, since the
> school is low-income, and they are currently starting up their annual
> fund raising event, they aren't willing to order t-shirts without
> outside funding. Also, they have been slow to act on some things
> because this is something we approached them with, so they're not
> totally owning it.
>
> So far I've personally found a little over $670 in pledges, but I'm
> running out of time. The shirts have to be ordered by October 15 so
> that they'll be in Kansas by November 5.  (edit:  there are 435
> students at the school.  We want as many kids to have the shirts as
> possible!)
>
> Yeah, I'm asking you if you're interested in helping. Each of the
> shirts cost $10, and they're made of organic cotton. If you want to
> sponsor a kid or 10, email me and I will get information to you about
> how you can do that.  Do you have paypal?  babbitkan@... is my
> paypal address.
>

Calling all poets and writers! Live Mag! #4 is ready
for you. Please join us for a celebration, reading and
lively talk. Bring something for the editors to read
and
get published in Live Mag! Bring books, mags and
chapbooks to swap or sell at this
one-of-a-kind quarterly event.

Meet Bob Hershon, poet and editor of Hanging Loose
Press
Richard Nash, editor of Soft Skull Press
and Akilah Oliver, poet and co-ordinator at
The Poetry Project

Sunday, October 21 from 5 to 7pm
at the fabulous bar and lounge BOA (Bar on A)
170 Avenue A (corner of East 11th Street)
212 353-8231  No charge/cash bar and food
With your host, MC JC
Jeffrey Cyphers Wright
See my latest reviews:
http://brooklynrail.org/2007/10/books/poetry-round-up
See Live Mag #3:
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CARBON TAX


America, we blush.
Your invisible wrinkles
are covered with snails.
As you drag the past
into camp, keep up.

Jeffrey Cyphers Wright


David Gibson invites you to a reading connected to his
current exhibition "MADE IN THE USA" at The
Educational Alliance, on
view thru November 23, 2007.

Event: Wednesday, October 24 @ 6:30 PM

Poetry readings by Steve Dalachinsky, Corie Feiner,
Valery Oisteanu &
Jeffrey Cyphers Wright.

This will be upstairs in the Members Reading Room on
the 5th floor


Directions:

The Educational Alliance is located at 197 East
Broadway, four blocks
below Delancey Street, and one block east of where
Essex and Canal
Streets meet. There is an F train station at East
Broadway, get out
the back of the train, take the escalator, walk
straight forward
through turnstile and up steps. The Educational
Alliance will be the
large brick building a block away on the other side of
the street. The
entrance faces East Broadway. Please bring current
I.D. If you are
driving from another borough, cross the Williamsburg
bridge at
Delancey Street, turn right on Essex and right again
on East Broadway,
the building will be one block away. The EA is on the
corner of
Jefferson Street, across from the Seward Park Public
Library.

Artists in the exhibition include Shelly Bahl, Ula
Einstein, Nancy
Friedemann, Tine Kindermann, Chang-jin Lee, Juri
Morioka, Hannes
Priesch, Flavia Souza, and Yona Verwer

The `USA' of the title is a more rarified territory
than one might
think. Its area is measured in blocks, not square
miles. But more than
that, it is measured by the variety of nationalities
that make
residence here, and the tradition, however altered in
recent years, of
emigration. This exhibition explores the nature of
idiosyncrasy in
consideration of ideological and cultural definitions
of identity. Who
is the individual and how do many disparate entities
become a single
community? -- How does that community come to embody a
meaningful
representation of America? -- How do current events on
both the local
and global stage either affirm or challenge the values
which such
idiosyncratic entities actively will into existence?


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The Red Sox won the World Series in 1918 and 2004. In 1918, the
  Stanley Cup Finals were canceled because of the world-wide influenza
  epidemic. Hockey players and fans alike were dropping like flies. In
  2004 the Stanley Cup Finals were canceled because of a labor dispute.
  Those are the only recent years without a Stanley Cup and the only
  recent years the Red Sox won the World Series. "No puck: Red Sox good
  luck." However, this year the Stanley Cup Finals went off without a
  hitch. Everything connects. Ergo, the Red Sox cannot win. Rockies in
  five.

--- In unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com, mandreox <no_reply@...> wrote:
>
> Back in 1999 just before the Millennium, God and Allah were in a bar
> up in heaven. God has always been a Yankee fan. Allah favors the Mets.
> "Jeez, God," said Allah, "for like a thousand years the Yankees always
> win. Why don't you make it interesting? how about giving my boys a
> chance?"
>
> All right, said God, games should be fair. The Mets can win
> henceforward sometimes, and the Yankees accordingly will lose. And
> such is the All-new Divine Plan.
>
> But Lo! The Yankees immediately in that Very Millennial Year, 2000,
> defied the Lord's Plan and humiliated the Mets to win the World
> Series. Allah sneered. Some God! Saith Allah, Come October You can't
> even control nine guys on a ball field.
>
> Maybe they're more afraid of Steinbrenner than Me, saith the Lord. You
> Allah may smite New York Itself and henceforward I assure You until
> the Mets win and win again, the Yankees will come close and then
> closer but, like the Cubs, with whom I am also wroth, never again
triumph.
>
> Allah cackled. He prepared his mighty airliners.
>

Oops.

--- In unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com, mandreox <no_reply@...> wrote:
>
>
>  The Red Sox won the World Series in 1918 and 2004. In 1918, the
>  Stanley Cup Finals were canceled because of the world-wide influenza
>  epidemic. Hockey players and fans alike were dropping like flies. In
>  2004 the Stanley Cup Finals were canceled because of a labor dispute.
>  Those are the only recent years without a Stanley Cup and the only
>  recent years the Red Sox won the World Series. "No puck: Red Sox good
>  luck." However, this year the Stanley Cup Finals went off without a
>  hitch. Everything connects. Ergo, the Red Sox cannot win. Rockies in
>  five.
>
> --- In unmuzzledox@yahoogroups.com, mandreox <no_reply@> wrote:
> >
> > Back in 1999 just before the Millennium, God and Allah were in a bar
> > up in heaven. God has always been a Yankee fan. Allah favors the Mets.
> > "Jeez, God," said Allah, "for like a thousand years the Yankees always
> > win. Why don't you make it interesting? how about giving my boys a
> > chance?"
> >
> > All right, said God, games should be fair. The Mets can win
> > henceforward sometimes, and the Yankees accordingly will lose. And
> > such is the All-new Divine Plan.
> >
> > But Lo! The Yankees immediately in that Very Millennial Year, 2000,
> > defied the Lord's Plan and humiliated the Mets to win the World
> > Series. Allah sneered. Some God! Saith Allah, Come October You can't
> > even control nine guys on a ball field.
> >
> > Maybe they're more afraid of Steinbrenner than Me, saith the Lord. You
> > Allah may smite New York Itself and henceforward I assure You until
> > the Mets win and win again, the Yankees will come close and then
> > closer but, like the Cubs, with whom I am also wroth, never again
> triumph.
> >
> > Allah cackled. He prepared his mighty airliners.
> >
>

VISAGE DU COLLAGE
See what the poets see!

Please join us for the vernissage
of the 3rd Annual Poetry Collage show
at Tompkins Square Library Gallery
Monday, November 5th   5:30-7:30pm

November 1-30, 2007

Charles Henri Ford
John Evans
Lucien Dulfan
Charles Mingus III & Lois Kagan Mingus
Tom Walker
Luigi Cazzaniga & Ilka Scobie
Amy Ernst
Rakien Nomura
Indra Tamang
Bruce Weber
Andrew Glass
Valery Oisteanu
Esther Mizrahii
Eric La Prade
Brien Coleman
India Evans
Barbara Slitkin
Jeffrey Cyphers Wright

Poetry Performances with Jeffrey Cyphers Wright, Ilka
Scobie, Erik La Prade, Valery Oisteanu and Bruce Weber
   Monday, November 19th 5:30-7:30pm

curated by Valery Oisteanu
Funding has been made possible by the Puffin
Foundation Ltd. a non-profit organization.
331 East 10th St. between Avenue A&B

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