Thursday, November 5, 2009
Viz #190
Has a fair amount of small laughs, better than usual. But the real treat here is the panel in Felix and his Amazing Underpants when he goes trick-or-treating and pulls his underpants over his head and strikes a mock-threatening pose, naked from the waist down, at the door of Mr. Gratoli. Her reaction: "Jesus Christ", had me laughing like a loon. Beautiful.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
"Dalesman's Litany" not good enough for Anarchy Radio
Not explosively angry, violent and militant enough to get aired on Zerzan's Anarchy Radio show. Too bad these people here, described in this song, are my people. Just so many spineless, pea-brained proles as far as Zerzan's concerned.
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It's hard when folks can't find their work
where they've been bred and born
When I was young I always thought
I'd bide among fruits and corn
But I've been forced to work in towns
so here's my litany
From Hull and Halifax and Hell
Good Lord deliver me
When I was courting Mary Jane
The old Squire he said one day
I've no room here for wedded folks
Choose whether to wed or stay
Well I couldn't give up the lass that I loved
So to town we had to flee
From Hull and Halifax and Hell
Good Lord deliver me
I've worked in Leeds and Huddersfield
and earned some honest brass
At Bradford, Keighley, Rotherham
I've kept m'bairns and m'lass
I've travelled all three Ridings round
And once I went to sea
From forges, mills and sailing ships
Good Lord deliver me
I've walked at night thru Sheffield lanes
T'was the same as being in Hell
Where furnaces thrust out tongues of fire
and roared like the wind on the fell
And I've shovelled coals in the Barnsley pits
with muck up to m'knee
From Sheffield, Barnsley, Rotherham
Good Lord deliver me
I've seen fog creeping across Leeds brig
as thick as Bastille soup
I've lived where folks were stowed away
like rabbits in a coop
And I've seen snow float down Bradford Beck
as black as ebony
From Hunslet, Holbeck, Wibsey, Slack
Good lord deliver me
Well now our children are all fled
to the country we've come back
There's forty miles of heathery moor
'twixt us and the coal pits slack
And as I sit by the fire at night
I laugh and shout with glee
From Hull and Halifax and Hell
Good Lord deliver me.
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It's hard when folks can't find their work
where they've been bred and born
When I was young I always thought
I'd bide among fruits and corn
But I've been forced to work in towns
so here's my litany
From Hull and Halifax and Hell
Good Lord deliver me
When I was courting Mary Jane
The old Squire he said one day
I've no room here for wedded folks
Choose whether to wed or stay
Well I couldn't give up the lass that I loved
So to town we had to flee
From Hull and Halifax and Hell
Good Lord deliver me
I've worked in Leeds and Huddersfield
and earned some honest brass
At Bradford, Keighley, Rotherham
I've kept m'bairns and m'lass
I've travelled all three Ridings round
And once I went to sea
From forges, mills and sailing ships
Good Lord deliver me
I've walked at night thru Sheffield lanes
T'was the same as being in Hell
Where furnaces thrust out tongues of fire
and roared like the wind on the fell
And I've shovelled coals in the Barnsley pits
with muck up to m'knee
From Sheffield, Barnsley, Rotherham
Good Lord deliver me
I've seen fog creeping across Leeds brig
as thick as Bastille soup
I've lived where folks were stowed away
like rabbits in a coop
And I've seen snow float down Bradford Beck
as black as ebony
From Hunslet, Holbeck, Wibsey, Slack
Good lord deliver me
Well now our children are all fled
to the country we've come back
There's forty miles of heathery moor
'twixt us and the coal pits slack
And as I sit by the fire at night
I laugh and shout with glee
From Hull and Halifax and Hell
Good Lord deliver me.
Friday, October 30, 2009
"Tearing At The Roots" festival
From my experience with traveling to Amherst to see Zerzan and Tucker at Hampshire college, among other things, I never seriously considered attending this "festival". It would have entailed a 10 hour bus ride (both ways) and a $100 motel stay.
If people can't safely and reliably vouch for and introduce others via e-mail and snail mail then to fuck with it.
Probably all just a bunch of prissy, priggish, "mushy utopia"-believing crypto-Leftists anyway.
When I saw Tucker in Amherst he didn't impress with his cogency or coherence and Zerzan was the coldest of cold fish. So fuck it anyway.
And of course my application to be a Green Anarchy editor in '06 was roundly rejected out of hand.
And I got to know D.L. Lobos a little in the fall of '08 and he's inoffensive enough but I wouldn't make too much of an effort to talk to him face to face.
Serves me right to suffer, serves me right to be alone. Coulda hadda whole raft of stanch, stalwart anarcho-primitivist buddies, supposedly. Wotta loada shit. Wotta cheapshit weasel.
That Zerzan would throw this in my face (in a personal letter) just shows that, although he's got some great ideas, he's at the center of nothin'. As if a Nomadic Hunter-Gatherer lifeway is just around the corner if you only exert yourself. As if that kind of a lifeway answers all, or even most of, the alienation problems people trapped in techno-industrial society have.
And Zerzan's all freaked out about Ted K. calling him on his shit in his The Road to Revolution book. This is what you get when you trade so heavily in intangibles that HAVE to be true.
And I never could understand why the Green Anarchy distro included all of Derrick (Drek) Jensen's books. Jensen's got some good ideas but he's a real mess in general. His books aren't that great. Maybe that surveillance one, at least it stays focused. That zoo one was nice too, although I didn't read it real close. And apparently Jensen leaned pretty heavy on Paul Shepard in parts, which is kinda bogus. Who needs all these fuckin' eggheads pontificatin' all over the fuckin' place?
If people can't safely and reliably vouch for and introduce others via e-mail and snail mail then to fuck with it.
Probably all just a bunch of prissy, priggish, "mushy utopia"-believing crypto-Leftists anyway.
When I saw Tucker in Amherst he didn't impress with his cogency or coherence and Zerzan was the coldest of cold fish. So fuck it anyway.
And of course my application to be a Green Anarchy editor in '06 was roundly rejected out of hand.
And I got to know D.L. Lobos a little in the fall of '08 and he's inoffensive enough but I wouldn't make too much of an effort to talk to him face to face.
Serves me right to suffer, serves me right to be alone. Coulda hadda whole raft of stanch, stalwart anarcho-primitivist buddies, supposedly. Wotta loada shit. Wotta cheapshit weasel.
That Zerzan would throw this in my face (in a personal letter) just shows that, although he's got some great ideas, he's at the center of nothin'. As if a Nomadic Hunter-Gatherer lifeway is just around the corner if you only exert yourself. As if that kind of a lifeway answers all, or even most of, the alienation problems people trapped in techno-industrial society have.
And Zerzan's all freaked out about Ted K. calling him on his shit in his The Road to Revolution book. This is what you get when you trade so heavily in intangibles that HAVE to be true.
And I never could understand why the Green Anarchy distro included all of Derrick (Drek) Jensen's books. Jensen's got some good ideas but he's a real mess in general. His books aren't that great. Maybe that surveillance one, at least it stays focused. That zoo one was nice too, although I didn't read it real close. And apparently Jensen leaned pretty heavy on Paul Shepard in parts, which is kinda bogus. Who needs all these fuckin' eggheads pontificatin' all over the fuckin' place?
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