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(10) About the AIBA (20) Belonging: poetry
(72) Why shop locally? (86) Some Shops (102) Colophon
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Welcome
East 6th During the day, east 6th is a great place to shop, drink coffee, and eat
delicious local food. Every Sunday it hosts the HOPE farmer’s market, complete with live music, events, and faimly fun. At night though, it is a swinging locale where you can see live shows and bar hop.
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a community of small, independent Austin businesses.
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In 2002, a group of local business owners met to explore the idea
that local was a community value, that independent businesses built this
city, reflect our culture and provide the things needed for a fulfilled life.
They speculated that local businesses formed the foundation of a healthy local economy and played a major role in the creative and economic vibrancy of our community. They were right.
The local movement began with the grassroots formation of the
nonprofit Austin Independent Business Alliance (AIBA) and has blossomed ever since. Now we know that local business is important. Through independent studies and the growing voice of AIBA, evidence of the impact of independent business abounds. Through these efforts and a groundswell of public support, local is indeed a community value. For our customers, it means doing business with your neighbors. It means keeping your money in Austin. It means investing in Austinites and the city we love.
But local business is more than an economic powerhouse. It is the
manifestation of our drive to create. It is the direct response of neighbors to
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IBA the needs of other neighbors. It is the storefront of our hopes and dreams as individuals and as a community. Entrepreneurs embrace their talents
with a passion that feeds both their endeavors and our culture. From the
unique shops to the musicians (independent businesses one and all) to the entrepreneurial spirit that exudes the attitude that anything can be done— local business makes it happen every day.
Locally-owned businesses nourish the heart and soul of any
community. They are, in fact, what gives a community its unique character and identity. It is perhaps this reflection that gives Austin its vast and varied local business pool. While many swim in Barton Springs, many more dip into the pool of independent businesses on a daily basis. This is what brings tourists and newcomers year after year. It is what proud Austinites value— that uniqueness that stakes a claim and says we are unlike anywhere else. Local is indeed a community value in Austin.
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Value Success for the local business community
Community involvement for AIBA and our members
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Collaboration with members and community organizations Integrity in everything that we do
Diversity in our membership and our affiliations
ues& Educate the public about the benefits of buying locally Promote AIBA and our members to the public
Goals Grow AIBA to be recognized as the voice of local business
Advocate to government about issues concerning local business
Accompl the AIBA: Created the Buy Local Movement in Austin, which has changed the
consumer landscape. Austinites are now very aware of choosing local first. Has elevated public awareness of the importance of buying locally, both from a cultural and an economic perspective.
Launched the first major study of the economic impact of shopping locally versus chain stores in the landmark 2002 study of BookPeople, Waterloo Records and Borders. The results of this research have been reinforced nationally through similar studies. Has created eight IBIZ DistrictsTM throughout Austin to bring attention to neighborhood districts filled with locally owned shops. The IBIZ DistrictsTM program has won acclaim through an International award from the IEDC.
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lishments : Started “Austin Unchained,” now adopted as America Unchained, to shift holiday spending to locally owned businesses.
Created “Celebrate Your Independents” to celebrate independently owned businesses as well as our nation’s independence on the Fourth of July. This
is now “Summer of Independents” and runs from July 1 through August 31. Publishes IndieAustin, a biannual member magazine and directory to help
customers find and enjoy the rich diversity of goods and services offered by locally owned businesses. Provides IBuyAustin.com, which acts as a conduit of communication between local businesses and customers through listings, news, maps and much more. Has given voice to local business at City Hall and throughout local government. We have affected issues of the day as well as long-range
planning.We authored the Local Business Manifesto presented to the city in April 2012. Has increased business for members and all local business through marketing campaigns that redirect customers to independents.
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F. Fitzg Sco “That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.”
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The Feet
Walking The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go —
Emily The Crocus — til she rises The Vassal of the snow — The lips at Hallelujah
Long years of practise bore
Til bye and bye these Bargemen Walked singing on the shore.
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Pinions — the Seraph’s wagon Pedestrian once — as we — Night is the morning’s Canvas Larceny — legacy — Death, but our rapt attention To Immortality. My figures fail to tell me How far the Village lies —
inson Whose peasants are the Angels — Whose Cantons dot the skies — My Classics veil their faces — My faith that Dark adores —
Which from its solemn abbeys Such ressurection pours.
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Belon We never really slept, just buried clocks in the sanctuary of night every time I moved you moved with me, winged eyelashes on your cheek returns a kiss
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in between borrowed breaths arms tighten
at the whisper of a name all the words of the heart the unanswered questions are at this moment blue rolling waves
n Hulme tonight our souls rest
fragrant in spiritual essence candle-flamed, undamaged utterly belonging.
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Poem I don’t belong in this century—who does? In my time, summer came someplace in June— The cutbanks blazing with roses, the birds brazen, and the astonished Pastures frisking with young calves . . . That was in the country— I don’t mean another country, I mean in the country: And the country is lost. I don’t mean just lost to me, Nor in the way of metaphorical loss—it’s lost that way too— No; nor in no sort of special case: I mean Lost.
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Now, down below, in the fire and stench, the city Is building its shell: elaborate levels of emptiness Like some sea-animal building toward its extinction. And the citizens, unserious and full of virtue, Are hunting for bread, or money, or a prayer, And I behold them, and this season of man, without love. If it were not a joke, it would be proper to laugh. —Curious how that rat’s nest holds together— Distracting . . . Without it there might be, still, The gold wheel and the silver, the sun and the moon, The season’s ancient assurance under the unstable stars Our fiery companions . . . And trees, perhaps, and the sound Of the wild and living water hurrying out of the hills.
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Without these, I have you for my talisman: Sun, moon, the four seasons, The true voice of the mountains. Now be (The city revolving in its empty shell, The night moving in from the East) —Be thou these things.
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“The voice so filled with nostalgia that you could almost see the memories floating through the blue smoke, memories not only of music and joy and youth, but perhaps, of dreams. They listened to the music, each hearing it in his own way, feeling relaxed and a part of the music, a part of each other, and almost a part of the world. �
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The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. And now a gusty shower wraps The grimy scraps Of withered leaves about your feet And newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beat On broken blinds and chimney-pots, And at the corner of the street A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps. And then the lighting of the lamps.
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The morning comes to consciousness Of faint stale smells of beer From the sawdust-trampled street With all its muddy feet that press To early coffee-stands. With the other masquerades That time resumes, One thinks of all the hands That are raising dingy shades In a thousand furnished rooms.
Elliot
III You tossed a blanket from the bed, You lay upon your back, and waited; You dozed, and watched the night revealing The thousand sordid images Of which your soul was constituted; They flickered against the ceiling. And when all the world came back And the light crept up between the shutters, And you heard the sparrows in the gutters, You had such a vision of the street As the street hardly understands; Sitting along the bed's edge, where You curled the papers from your hair, Or clasped the yellow soles of feet In the palms of both soiled hands.
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IV His soul stretched tight across the skies That fade behind a city block, Or trampled by insistent feet At four and five and six o'clock And short square fingers stuffing pipes, And evening newspapers, and eyes Assured of certain certainties, The conscience of a blackened street Impatient to assume the world. I am moved by fancies that are curled Around these images, and cling: The notion of some infinitely gentle Infinitely suffering thing. Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh; The worlds revolve like ancient women Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
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Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie.
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No rays from the holy heaven come down On the long night-time of that town; But light from out the lurid sea Streams up the turrets silently— Gleams up the pinnacles far and free— Up domes—up spires—up kingly halls— Up fanes—up Babylon-like walls— Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers— Up many and many a marvellous shrine Whose wreathed friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. So blend the turrets and shadows there That all seem pendulous in air, While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down.
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There open fanes and gaping graves Yawn level with the luminous waves; But not the riches there that lie In each idol's diamond eye— Not the gaily-jewelled dead Tempt the waters from their bed; For no ripples curl, alas! Along that wilderness of glass— No swellings tell that winds may be Upon some far-off happier sea— No heavings hint that winds have been On seas less hideously serene. But lo, a stir is in the air! The wave—there is a movement there! As if the towers had thrust aside, In slightly sinking, the dull tide— As if their tops had feebly given A void within the filmy Heaven. The waves have now a redder glow— The hours are breathing faint and low— And when, amid no earthly moans, Down, down that town shall settle hence, Hell, rising from a thousand thrones, Shall do it reverence.
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ny Zooey “We’re freaks, that’s all. Those two bastards got us nice and early and made us into freaks with freakish standards, that’s all. We’re the tattooed lady, and we’re never going to have a minute’s peace, the rest of our lives, until everybody else is tattooed, too.”
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The Claude For one brief golden moment rare like wine, The gracious city swept across the line; Oblivious of the color of my skin, Forgetting that I was an alien guest, She bent to me, my hostile heart to win, Caught me in passion to her pillowy breast; The great, proud city, seized with a strange love, Bowed down for one flame hour my pride to prove.
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Her K I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my hitch over the plain houses, light by light: lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind. A woman like that is not a woman, quite. I have been her kind.
Anne Sexto
Kind I have found the warm caves in the woods, filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves, closets, silks, innumerable goods; fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves: whining, rearranging the disaligned. A woman like that is misunderstood. I have been her kind.
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I have ridden in your cart, driver, waved my nude arms at villages going by, learning the last bright routes, survivor where your flames still bite my thigh and my ribs crack where your wheels wind. A woman like that is not ashamed to die. I have been her kind.
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Nau “I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities.
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usea I have had women, I have fought with men; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where? To this very moment...�
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Home V Morris Well it’s written in the wind For the story to begin I will go back to my kin across the sea And the bird that’s on the wing and is flying free He can hear the song of home endlessly
Well the further I must go Then the nearer I must stay Men have sailed the seven seas to be free And like that bird that’s on the wing and is flying free He can hear the song of home endlessly
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e Van son I can see the harbour lights Hear the foghorns in the night All up and down the lough, calling
From the rocky shores of Maine I will sail back home again Back to where my heart longs to be And the bird that’s on the wing and is flying free He can hear the song of home endlessly I can see the harbour lights Hear the foghorns in the night Moving up and down the lough, calling, calling From the rocky shores of Spain I will sail back home again Back to where my heart will always be And like a bird that’s on the wing and is flying free He can hear the song of home endlessly He can hear the song of home endlessly He can hear the song of home endlessly
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Why hop ally? 73
Locally-owned, independent businesses are the backbone of our local economy and the foundation of Austin’s unique culture 74
But local business is more than an economic powerhouse. It is the direct response of neighbors to the needs of other neighbors. It is the storefront of our hopes and dreams as individuals and as a community. Entrepreneurs embrace their talents with a passion that feeds both their endeavors and our culture. From the unique shops to the musicians (independent businesses one and all) to the entrepreneurial spirit that exudes the attitude that anything can be done—local business makes it happen every day.
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Local, independent businesses give back to our community by collectively being the largest donors to local nonprofits 12
From hosting community events to embracing a more sustainable environment, these businesses are part of the core of this fabulous place we call Austin. 13
Your purchasing choices have a huge impact on Austin. Be a part of the movement 78
Let IndieAustin and AIBA be your guide to think local, be local, buy local. Begin by shifting your thinking, then take action to move your purchases to local first. 79
Keep your dollars in the Austin local economy 80
Modest changes in consumer spending habits can generate substantial local economic impact. For every $100 in customer spending at a national chain, the total local economic impact is only $13. The same amount spent with a local merchant yields $45, more than three times the local economic impact. 81
Ensure that you have more choices
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A marketplace of thousands of small businesses helps to ensure more innovation and competition, and lower prices over the long term. Independent businesses, choosing products based on what their local customers need and desire, not a national sales plan, guarantees a more diverse range of product and service choices. 83
Prevent Austin from becoming Anywhere, USA
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Each year brings more national chains displacing locally owned businesses. AIBA aims to reverse the trend of losing locally owned independent businesses by organizing collaborative efforts among members and creating a stronger bond between local businesses and the community.
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