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The Sun Interview

An Interview With Farra Allen And Libby Outlaw

Farra Allen and Libby Outlaw have been teaching and practicing what they call Ollistic Bodywork for several years. They’ve combined several techniques — Lomi Bodywork, acupressure, meditation, and Tantric and Hatha Yoga — into “a wholistic model geared to increase awareness by releasing deep-muscle tension and emotional repressions.”

Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Californicated, Santa Crucified

Sammy Davis, Jr. says: “All men are created bland.” And I would add: “But they can, and usually do, get even blander.” Case in point (never thought I’d see the day): Me. At the end of my second year in California, I watch with fascinated horror as I become nicer and nicer, more polite, more congenial, more well-adjusted.

Bodywork: A Primer

It’s easy to get confused by the many different approaches to working with and through the body. What follows are brief descriptions of some of the more widely-practiced techniques.

The Body Temple

Some people have strange ideas about massage. Take my mother. M: “Your sister tells me you’ve been seeing a masseuse.” P: “A masseur, Mom.” M: “You mean he works in a gym parlor? Priscilla, you’re an educated person. You’ve travelled all over Europe. Went to Smith. Lived in Vienna. What are you doing hanging around with a rubber?” Visions of a giant prophylactic filled my mind.

Menace Around The Edges

Book Review

After an early false start as a poet and a substantial career as a composer, Paul Bowles began his career as a short story writer in his mid-thirties, when he was asked to edit an issue of a magazine on Central and South American culture and felt an urge to invent some myths of his own.

Fiction

Her Size

The problem rears in the most unkindly moment. I am there, I am reaching out to grasp what I can of her, to feel my jolt abroad, tympanic in her taut neck, to sniff out my fantasy in the maze of scents, to catch her sigh when she receives the last of me, and giving it over, all of it, plus the weave of percale, plus the weightless springlight striping the blinds, giving it over to the unity of spasms when then, just exactly, the transformation happens. I am there and I am not and the bodily process arrives at an end without me — so many cells of myself, foreign emissaries, riding the waves into her body.

*NOTE: Original copies of this issue are no longer available. Unbound, laser-printed copies will be provided for print orders.

Readers Write

Places Of Worship

The more the disciple meditates upon what the self has in common with other selves, the more he will discover . . . (that) there would be nothing like my self; there would only be the Self.

from The Tibetan  Book  of the Dead  

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Sunbeams

If you try to look but you don’t touch
Then you won’t touch
And you’ll never feel
And if you don’t feel
You’ll never cry
And if you don’t cry
Then you’ll never heal.

Harry Chapin

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