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The Revolution Continues To Flog Us Overstated Friends In Arms


07 Aug

Shirt Off My Back

Shirt Off My Back

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Date: Fri, 07 Aug 1998 12:39:38

Still see the same stuff on your site, Rusty. even the old Bigfoot link. Are you swinging by to watch the DC space video and pass me back the books, and whatever else, when? tomorrow? which part of the day?

Have no long range weekend plans to fly anywhere this weekend but to maintain the general "work around the clock" map I rarely get to navigate for all the damned fool interruptions that storm in under some wishy washy flag of fun and relaxation in unreformed jestivities. Yeah, right. Can't emphasize any stronger how much solid work on my site brings me the kind of peace and contentment i have heard about in all the media that I will scream to protect with a big fuck you to any who try to convince me otherwise, the nagging idiots. Of course, I'm talking about my so-called friends-in-waiting...

As for the database server, as i said, Sue's got the personal publisher end pretty much under control after just a couple of hours in the spec and at the controls on Sunday. The listserv demo has expired but you could download another copy and try it again, now that we've got a more robust mail server on hand. Actually, the mail server is also a listserver, but its features are not as powerful and cool as what i know LetterRip Pro is supposed to bring to the network.

Bracken and I no doubt share more than a few strategy-limp personality traits, but we quarrel against each other's leadership like two unrighteous brothers mopping up in a backyard brawl. As I now have undeniable proof with the recent City Paper publication of "Bracken's Own Psychogeography" I should simply wash my hands of the fine fellow, but he simply won't go away. So I task you, young friend, tell me who is the pluckiest moron here?
Me? I need to map a plan for 'XusNET (as Philly Steve calls it), and Bracken needs a couple of pages for the latest issue of his xerox zine EXTRAPHILE. Reckon I will oblige him. He wanted me to write a glaring expose of the Nothingness list. I may include a ref or two to the list, but I told him the only topic I was interested in submitting to his zine is my pyschogeographic engineering phase called the GASS in which I am launching a full critique of existing plans for the area with the resolve to influence the necessary consensus with high profile litigation, if need be. He consented. So now the record is straight. As usual, I once again had to tell Bracken to fuck off. He still doesn't believe me and continues to flog me with mid-day phonecalls he dubs interruptions meant to bring a breath of joy into my daily drudgery...et cetera ad nauseum. He makes me ill, sometimes, with his high concentration of shell games. I'm telling you, you two should meet. You might like each other, you might not. I'm not quite sure. But it would be fun to observe, and help get him off my shoulders all the time. And he still thinks that because a certain number of people think Bill Brown is a bloody idiot, that suddenly he, Len Bracken, is not one, not just another preening idiot lost in a textbook fantasy he thinks everybody else must be envious to join. Bracken and I no doubt share more than a few strategy-limp personality traits, but we quarrel against each other's leadership like two unrighteous brothers mopping up in a backyard brawl. As I now have undeniable proof with the recent City Paper publication of "Bracken's Own Psychogeography" I should simply wash my hands of the fine fellow, but he simply won't go away. So I task you, young friend, tell me who is the pluckiest moron here?

Moi? because I haven't used the ax on Bracken as my wife desires, or me, because indeed Bracken is great shakes as an important philosopher and upright man, a clever writer and a supportive friend and in my own best interests I dare not resist his sad swarming ego-jinxed attempts at proselytizing charm, or HIM, because he just simple ain't.

I also want to discuss the Greater Anacostia Surveyors Society [GASS] in deeper detail with you, Rusty if you are in anyway assdriven in such a way that you prefer to get things done rather than talk about them until doomsday, all puns only incidentally intended.

GT

The Ypsilanti Rag


15 Mar

Bob_Black

Bob Black

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The sad fact that nearly everyone in this pool of bottom-feeding sharks is out to make a mark of somebody else, a trophy guaranteed to grab him some still bleeding slice of what we now derisively call blood fame continues to baffle us all who are in the business of pulling back the curtain to not only see what is real, but to name the enemy among us, so as to bring him safely ashore, not to erect our own personal monument to bitterness, acrimony and vile passions. Money and prestige seem to diminish next to this new sport where the very act of attacking others is much more satisfying that any money or prestige that comes of such an attack. I realize that among these types "artistic description" and "ad hominem attack" will be confused and the entire topic ridiculed by the same sharks who indulge in the latter as if earning himself another blaze of bars to flag his identity crisis. Incapable of any artistry, this sort of writer does what he does best, criticizes or ridicules others without resort to facts or context—merely to boost his own distorted sense of honor, humor, and hubris. This is not Oedipus. There is no killing the father here, no whispering about the emperor's nakedness, just self-deluding vulgarity delivered cold.

…curiouser and curiouser. Stewart Home and Bob Black have, if I recall correctly, a big fight going over some comments of Home’s to the effect that Debord’s intro. to a Polish (?) edn. of SoS smacked of fascism, backed up (rather dubiously) by the ‘fact’ that Debord was cited as a hero by a Russian right-winger… All this was reported a year or so ago on the Jefferson Village avant-garde list.

That’s Bill Brown (NOT BORED!), not Bob Black. And here’s the text of Stewart Home’s “Open Letter” reply…which will soon be posted at the SI Archives. —Spud

Thanks Spud for the Bill Brown clarification. But there is indeed a Bob Black, who's most recent claim to infamy was ratting out Jim Hogshire after the latter alledgedly pulled a shotgun on Black after a heated argument in Hogshire's Seattle apartment. Hogshire had outstanding drug-manufacturing warrants on him, so he landed in jail, if only temporarily, while he did lose his relationship with his publisher in the deal. Of course the events have been rabidly discussed on the radical gossip circuit for months, all with the typical frolic through clarification and reclarification of facts, rebuttals and retractions, monkeyshines and namecalling. My source was again Bracken via a copy of an ugly little newsprint rag out of Ypsilanti called POPULAR REALITY. True to the cliquish nature of hero worship and friends on the give and take, and despite a line in one of Bracken's situ novels which reads, "We hear of poets snitching to the cops and calling themselves prophets..." Len still talks in high admiration of this Black fellow, whom I have never met, while Hogshire is aired with relative indifference, whom I also have never met, and is only a name in a story I once read in an ugly rag.

>>what have we learned these past few days? me, i have basically decided that
>>situationism can not be revived.

Well, Tim, I learned a few details about certains books that may interest me simply because I am a bleeding bibliophiliac with a penchant for useless and pointless knowledge. I too have had confirmed what I've known all along and that is "revolution, who needs it?" is about as close to a cult slogan as I would ever want to shout in a crowded street, or out a moving vehicle (another Bracken antic) and because of all the spare change I can pocket on the issue of revolution for its own sake I still agree with Sam's signature quote. To paraphrase: a good mind is a terrible thing to waste in a crowd, and I might add, especially a crowd of hardliners who betray the very peace, love, and understanding they would rant at strangers and loved ones alike, by their actions. I'm living proof of that. Despite my best intentions I become a complete asshole in a crowd...

Look at it this way: revolution is not a plan, it's a spontaneous combustion.

GT

S A M P L E X

"Ignorance and virtue suck on the same straw. Souls grow on bones, but die beneath bankers' hours.""


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