Happy birthday d.a. Levy

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

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

Electromagnetic Warfare Training Olympic National Forest

http://www.theolympian.com/2014/10/18/3376770_navy-plan-for-radar-detection.html?rh=1

PLEASE GATHER ON THE SIDEWALK!!!   to protest

Friday, October 24 at 3:00 pm 

bring your drums ... rain gear...  

Bring your 
Letters of opposition addressed to 
Greg Wahl, Forest Service environmental coordinator,
1835 Black Lake Blvd. S.W.,
Olympia, WA 98512

Your children's drawings on what the forest means to them. 
Rain gear and Hats 

We are protected by 1st amendment rights on the public sidewalk, but not in the parking lot. We will need to keep moving in an orderly fashion. We are not protected in the US Forestry parking lot..

This is a non violent gathering

-- 

Elana Freeland, MA

Sub Rosa America series

Chemtrails, HAARP, and the Full Spectrum Dominance of Planet Earth

The Silence of Flooded Houses by Richard Brautigan

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

208 pages

Brautigan wrote the introduction to this collection of lyrics and over 100 photographs. Keith Abbott said this essay was a good example of Brautigan's inability to write journalism. For this assignment, like others, Abbot said Brautigan "spun out short, metaphorical fantasies" more dependent on his imagination, fueled by his friends and activities, for ideas than his ability to report on some event (Keith Abbott 88).

The full text of the introduction reads

Earlier this year here in Montana the Yellowstone River was flooding down below the Carter Bridge. The river kept rising day after day until it was flowing through houses. They became like islands in the river and there was a strange awkward loneliness to them because these were places where people had been living (laughing, crying, love and death) only a few days before and now they were just part of the Yellowstone River. 

Every time I passed by those houses on my way into town, I would get a very sad feeling and some words would come to mind. They were always the same words, "The silence of flooded houses." They repeated themselves over and over again. I soon accepted them as part of the way into town. 

I'll use those words for something, someday, I would think afterwards, but I didn't know what that something would be or when that day would come.

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the

church where the wedding has been,

lives in a dream.

Waits at the window, wearing the face

that she keeps in a jar by the door,

Who is it for? 

Father McKenzie, writing the words of a

sermon that no-one will hear,

No-one comes near.

Look at him working, darning his socks

in the night when there's nobody there,

What does he care? 

Eleanor Rigby died in the church as was

buried along with her name.

Nobody came.

Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from

his hands as he walks from the grave.

No-one was saved.

One could say a million things about these songs. Your could go on for years talking about the Beatles. You could chop down a whole forest to make space for the pages. 

Some of the songs in this book are like the silence of flooded houses. 

This is all I have to say. 

Richard Brautigan

Pine Creek, Montana

October 11, 1974

Happy death day, Jack Kerouac

1969 -- Beat writer Jack Kerouac, On the Road

no more, dies, age 47, of abdominal bleeding

caused by drinking...

                 REMEMBERING JACK KEROUAC

  Writers are, in a way, very powerful indeed.

  They write the script for the reality film. Kerouac

  opened a million coffee bars & sold a million pairs

  of Levis to both sexes. Woodstock rises from his

  pages. Now if writers could get together into a real

  tight union, we'd have the world right by the words.

  We could write our own universes, & they would all

  be as real as a coffee bar or a pair of Levis or a prom

  in the Jazz Age. Writers could take over the reality

  studio. So they must not be allowed to find

  out that they can make it happen. Kerouac understood

  this long before I did. Life is a  dream, he said.

     — from White Fields Press; Published in

          Heaven Poster Series #10. Poster includes photo

          "Allen Ginsberg taking photograph of

          William S. Burroughs: Lawrence, Kansas

          1992" courtesy of Allen Ginsberg.

    http://www.levity.com/corduroy/kerouac.htm

"Let there be joy in baseball

       again, like in the days when Babe

             Ruth chased an enemy

       sportswriter down the streets of

        Boston & ended up getting drunk

          with him on the waterfront &

       came back the next day munching

        on hotdogs & boomed homeruns

               to the glory of God."

       — Jack Kerouac, Escapade, July, 1959

Happy birthday Lewis Mumford!

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

http://mumford.albany.edu/mumford/About_LewisMumford.htm

Happy birthday Nathaniel West

1903 -- Nathanael West lives, New York City.
American writer who satirized in his books the 
American Dream, & who attracted attention after
World War II first in France.

           With the rise of consumerism & commodity
           fetishism the distinction between image & reality
           is critically blurred. West was one of the first
           writers to see this situation developing.
           The Day of the Locust ...depicts the consequences
           of the blurring of the line between substance 
           & image.

        The wooden horse, Balso realized as he walked
        on, was inhabited solely by writers in search of an
        audience, & he was determined not to be tricked
        into listening to another story. If one had to be 
        told, he would tell it.

             — from The Dream Life of Balso Snell

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

Happy birthday A.S. Neill

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

Word of the day: Tawdry

Contraction of St. Audrey's lace, with reference to Saint Audrey or Æthelthryth/Æðelþryð (died 679), an Anglo-Saxon saint in whose honour a fair was held.

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The common version of Æthelthryth's name was St. Awdrey, which is the origin of the word tawdry, which derived from the fact that her admirers bought modestly concealing lace goods at an annual fair held in her name in Ely. By the 17th century, this lacework had become seen as old-fashioned, or cheap and of poor quality, at a time when the Puritans of eastern England looked down on any form of lacy dressiness.

Happy Birthday to Michel Foucault and Friedrich Nietzsche!

Interesting that these two dynamos share the same birthday, eh? Never knew that before today...