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Volume 1, Issue 1 February 2011 A Creative Commons Publication
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“We Shall Survive Without a Doubt” by Emory Douglas © Revolutionary Artist and Minister of Culture for the Black Panthers Party from 1967 until party disbanded in the 1980s.
A Reminder of Continuity
THIS! ISSUE! Continuity, Wonder, Society, Backyard Music, and Why the Universe wants Us ALL to Write this Paper!!!
__________! W.T.F. = Win the Future By Jonathan Deschamps For most of my life I’ve had this aching feeling deep inside of me. A complicated guilt for the world. A sense of responsibility for actions I had nothing to do with. In elementary school we learned about Western Civilizations march across the globe. Raping and pillaging indigenous cultures. Always assuming our own superiority. For what? Was this for the sake of “progress” or was this simply a mindless byproduct of individual profiteering? Or something else? Western civilization seems to be built upon its own bold ignorance. We don’t understand ourselves, the natural environment that sustains us, or our own effect on the next generation’s futures. Our mainstream culture seems more interested in “a business as usual” approach than one of solving real world problems. The modern world is undeniably corrupted by finance. Professional sports have become more about the competition than the game, the entertainment industry cares more about image than product quality, while the oil industry (undeniably evil) gains more power through each and every transaction made round the world.
amounts of money, which ultimately drives the economy artificially upward. Our economy of debt. It doesn’t seem to matter how it’s done. The President’s job description is to make the economy grow indefinitely (yeah indefinitely!). No matter who gets left behind or what gets lost in the shuffle. So why do we all perpetuate this chaos? Identifying the root of the problem may in itself be a distraction from the solution. In the last 100 years we’ve lost our fathers to industrial work, in the 70s women’s liberation helped take mothers away from their children and into the work place, all to leave the world illegitimate and without a healthy parental influence.
I was punched in the nose last night. The shit hurts like a motherfucker. I feel like it's a priceless vase with an ass-load of sentimental value because it was in my family for 23 years and it was such a nice nose==------------------ I started reading above where I wrote and fuckin' a right shit hurts, and this shit is just a reminder.
A Reminder of Continuity
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It serves as a reminder, the pain, it serves as a reminder of continuity. Your state and mine share a solid and transparent boundary that is protected purely by intention. To purposefully remove oneself from the fray of chaotic interaction alone is not even enough to repel the undesired progression of momentus eventus by way of change(delta) in spatial dimension proximity as much as to disturb the balance held before. The flux is in relation to the field in which these forces interface, and the results calculable by means of discovery but mostly in terms of damages sustained. SO.. What I mean to say, is.. There is a separation between your nose and the world that seems majestically sacred at a time like this. The duration between cycles to and from the terra bio are quite significant. The pattern will weigh heavily in favor of a circumference free of contact. Something that reminds you so much of why, or what, you look for in enjoying yourself so much to desire it, akin to a need. And that wanting will have you; for when a time, sacred modern world and learn from them. like this comes along. You'd To build anew and to promote change. know best if you knew to My American dream does not include anticipate the healing that is a sacrifice of anyone or anything’s the reason for ailment. true worth (a concept impossible through monetary value alone). This is still the United States. We still posses rights even if most don’t exercise them. These complicated problems all have creative solutions. We can no longer sit back and ask the world what the world can do for us. Without healthy minds, bodies, communities, and natural environments there can be no healthy lifestyles for our youth, for ourselves, or for the elderly who all posses more wisdoms than we know.
For is it not in the fastest transitions that the most direct connection with one’s rebirth can be achieved? The squish and squash of 65 mph bugs being reincarnated into a sort of protein rich fertilizer is proof positive of this. Let no thing live in a world bare of examples given straight from the folds of its cortex. Examples relayed by only able carriers, for the roadside protein's path now seems not to be in passing on it's life forces to continue it's kind.
This publication was created for the purpose of promoting a more healthy, honest, and inspiring culture. A Cont. on PAGE 2 Should we trust a school system, built “seed” for hope in a field of chaos. A ,,,,,,,, by a government, which has failed to voice for all things devalued by our prove its allegiance to anything other self-destructive culture of profit. than the U.S. dollar? Should we breed dmsdsd global competition, insecurity, and Love - Peace - Hope - Consilience general human unhealthiness all because a small proportion of adults suffer from a mental illness of “Animals, like humans, make in life the mistakes that will ultimately arrested development? What sort of lead to their death, either physically or on a spiritual and emotional system rewards these atrocities?
As a citizen of the United States you must understand that your time, blood, trust, and tax dollars all made this world possible. The government Our politicians act like bickering with the help of for-profit industry children—trying as hard as they can has manufactured your lifestyle and NOT to solve real problems but rather mine. However, I’m no longer to make every aspect of our lives ever allowing myself to suffer from the more complicated and confusing. The legacies of the uninformed past. real benefit clearly being that unhealthy people spend unhealthy We all must accept the truths of the
level... People and animals that stay on the same paths in life will eventually wear themselves into ruts—a complacency to life born of the false security, comfort, and monotony of that path. Soon
the ruts become so deep that they can no longer see over the sides. They see neither danger nor beauty, only the path so often traveled, for fear of loosing their security and entering the land of the unknown” Grandpa, from The Vision by Tom Brown JR.
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contact@pataphysical-vibrations.org Cont. From PAGE 1 This is all fine and well. But a broader light cast upon the subject would reveal a direct link in the course that matter takes and its use in a synthesized form by fellow members of it's previous state. (Elton John and the circle of life thing) The nose is a funny thing. You might think, what's that thing hanging off that guy’s face? And why is the one that I've got such a silent partner, facially speaking? I see all the other noses, but my own has a way of subtly remaining beyond the veil. This I hope is enough for now!? Go forth, and with haste, for everything else lies before you, you know too well what lies behind.
A Le%er From the Editor Thank you to the reader, the writer, the musician, the baker, the cheese maker, the cobbler, the farmer, the gypsy, and the dreamer -all for making the world a better place for someone other than themself. This paper is for everyone. All writings were submitted by everyday people just like you – urban teachers, orphaned sweepers, late day sleepers. The modern world made us do this. We hope that you see enough value in this piece of paper to share it instead of disposing of it. The gift that keeps on giving and giving and giving.
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“Sometimes people who pay exquisite attention see exquisite things” -Kevin Kelly. WHEN I was a kid, and I was bored, I would whine and misbehave. And instead of putting me in front of the television my mother would stick me outside in a large box with a container of crayons and say, “Well color then”. Inside many boxes I created worlds and rooms that to me were three dimensional and complicated, with characters that could not be seen and languages that could not be spoken outside of that world. When I would eventually get bored again I would find a tree to climb. I remember being left home alone during the summers at my grandparent’s home in Montana. I would find my grandmother’s cassettes and a walk-man and spend the afternoon wandering around the block barefoot. The sidewalks- covered with sharp, dried pine needles from the many Ponderosa Pines above. The alley behind the house was gravel, and I would walk as---slow---as---possible, around and around the block in circles, listening to the “Grease” soundtrack, singing loudly, admiring the wildflowers in the alley, peeking into the strange yards of the neighbors, feeling the needles and hot cement under my feet, and using my senses. During summer thunderstorms I would run outside and see how many times I could run around my grandparents house, feeling the wet, warm concrete on my skin, before my grandmother would yell at me to come inside. I HAVE to admit that I believe I was kind of a cool kid. I had a unique upbringing in that television was a special event. I did not play video games. I was an only child, with quiet parents who often left me to entertain myself. My mother claims she could leave me in the bathtub by myself as a toddler because I never stopped talking (if I quit talking to myself, which I never did, then she would run
in to make sure I had not drowned). The neighbor across the street from my childhood home still teases me for sitting in the back of my step-Dad’s truck for hours. She would watch me from her kitchen window, yelling and laughing, talking, gesturing, pointing, all by myself. In my own world. IT’S HARD to determine at what age I began to lose touch with that world. At some point it must have become socially unacceptable for me to run around with pink tights on my head and stickers on my face. What is this magical world? Why is it that once it’s gone, it’s so difficult to find again. And if you are lucky to find it the next battle is convincing your peers you are not Schizophrenic. Perhaps because of my somewhat isolated childhood I’ve always had a difficult time making friends. Up until recently I found having more than 1 or 2 friends very overwhelming, and the task of finding people I actually really liked seemed more trouble than it was worth. If I were to line up the friends I currently have, I would see a diverse group of beautiful people who are all special to me for different reasons. But one thing that ties them all together is their sense of wonder. Adults with a sense of wonder for small things in the world are a rare commodity, but is a trait to be cherished and encouraged in another human being. FOR THOSE of you who’ve just removed your face from the screen/bluetooth that has evolved as an extension of your body, let me explain what I mean by a “sense of wonder”: The ability to walk around any type of environment be it a forest, a city, a desert, a grocery store, a neighborhood sidewalk- and be so distracted by the many small, interesting things around them, that the walk often turns into a journey where things are
learned and things are gained. To stop and smell the flowers, to find a neat rock in a stream, to look up and see a strange cloud, to feel the wet, warm sidewalk under your feet. WE HAVE all become too engaged with technology, with social settings, with the way we look that we miss the things we have to appreciateall of the beautiful tiny things that were already there, and, more than likely will still be here when we no longer are. The weird little kids are fewer and far between. Their parents have lost touch with their instincts, and instead of spending time with their children or encouraging them to use that imagination they are so blessed with- they set them in front of a television screen, a computer, a video game system and walk away. They are so removed from nature that they don’t know how to raise children without the guidance of a 17 year old nanny, a self help book and bottle of white wine. THANK YOU mother, for throwing me outside and forcing me to wander. For teaching me to entertain myself by opening my eyes and seeing the world around me. I don’t mean to sound self-righteous, for I am guilty of ignoring the world outside and becoming consumed with a world that only exists on a screen before me. But if we can admit we are guilty, and hold ourselves accountable for the demise of our own imagination perhaps we can grasp onto what remains of it. Childhood does not have to die with adulthood! C’mon, let us go for a walk. By Jessica Gring
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