There is something missing in your editorial stance (and consequently manifesting itself in the content of the magazine), i.e., politics. The word was mentioned once in the whole [New Age] issue and that was in the context of that world-government fantasy. Even the parable of the man and the mountain was, as I recall, misparaphrased. I think that Mao writes about that old man and the mountain; the result is the same (the mountain is moved) but the means are much different. The old man perseveres and raises an army of children and by their collective effort the mountain is moved. Why should we wait for the Almighty to send an angel down to help us do things we should be capable of doing for ourselves? Now that doesn’t mean I want you to be the Mother Earth News but . . . as Bob Marley (The Wailers, my #1 band, Jamaican reggae music) says: “Most people think / great good will come from the skies / take away everything / and make everybody feel high / but if you know what life is worth / you would look for yours on Earth / and now you’ve seen the light / you stand up for your rights / . . .” Who exactly reads THE SUN? Sometimes it seems like it’s some sort of weird alumni news for all the people that maybe graduated from college but somehow couldn’t face it, and are still lined up at the bar every night at Max’s waiting for the magic moment to descend. . . . I’m afraid that the number of people who can relate to a lament about the post-college cut-the-cord blues is ridiculously small.
Thanks for the mag, which I enjoyed tremendously, comparing w/ Cal. mag BACK ROADS “Mind/Body” issue, & s’ help me, I like yours better (Have you seen Berk.’s SHAMBALA REVIEW? Is good comp. w/SUN!).
The LSD piece put me off some ’cause I’m off the stuff forever & probably a bit scared of the stuff; still, I did get through it.
Ron’s Armageddon piece powerful, upset a whole afternoon of mine. What’s w/escapism of saviours from space yet? How corny! Strange piece, good & bad. . . . What WERE the girls doing at this convention w/only bathing suits on etc., and not ALL members of my generation were so unliberated as he pretends — nor all of yours liberated for that matter!
From The Ascent of Man by J. Bronowski:
“We have to cure ourselves of the itch for absolute knowledge and power. We have to close the distance between the push-button order and the human act. We have to touch people . . . all knowledge, all information between people can only be exchanged within a play of tolerance.”
I often feel that I am being talked to, not “with.” I’ll probably renew and care enough to offer this criticism.
As a writer myself, I am puzzled by Allen Ginsberg’s “Apprenticeship Project” at the Naropa Institute, offered now for the second consecutive year. For $90, the student gets to spend five weeks helping Allen assemble his own “long delayed projects” as well as answer mail that he’s ignored for months. In turn, Allen talks to you “as time and situation afford.”
What puzzles me is this — is Allen simply confusing the state of American letters with his own unanswered correspondence, or is this a trial balloon for Ken Kesey, whose cows you’ll get to milk at Naropa next summer, if you can afford it?