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Once in the Jurassic, about 150 million years ago, the Great Sun Buddha in this corner of the Infinite Void gave a great Discourse to all the assembled elements and energies . . . a Discourse concerning Enlightenment on the planet Earth.
By Gary SnyderSeptember 1976I am of the Circus. I introduce you to Eggplant, Elastic, and Menstrual Smell so that I may introduce you to Me, of the Thousand Female Poses, once a man and now the True Imitation.
By Rob BrezsnySeptember 1976After a lifetime of trying to deny it I am finally willing to concede that there are forces beyond human control at work in each of our lives.
By William GaitherSeptember 1976The mss. following, For Want Of originated in my desire to make a simple statement about animals: our egotistical, destructive “categorical separation” of Life, our overtly cruel treatment of animals for often pointless or, at best, ambiguous studies.
By L.September 1976Citizen’s Band radio is the biggest thing to hit the market since television. It is also the biggest revolution in communications since the telephone. There are two main facets to this phenomenon — fad and function.
By David SearlsSeptember 1976There’s a bony finger pointed at me, and another, and another. Old spirits, dead but never gone, our living history, the crust we call our past — Dallas, Selma, Chicago, the other meat on the rack — their voices all stink and ridicule, over the chains and the fire: DON’T TRUST THEM, NOT AGAIN.
By Sy SafranskySeptember 1976It is often difficult, usually frustrating and seldom appreciated, but those of us who continue to live our lives faithful to our beliefs and ideals are truly patriots and lovers of freedom.
By Judy BrattenJuly 1976The two big trees fascinate me. . . . I watch the very tiptops of those trees and wonder if I can poise my consciousness in those leaves at the top long enough to BE there. I try.
By Elizabeth Rose CampbellJuly 1976It might be a sin against space or reality to try to concretize things into words. Then again there is this urge to describe the moment. What is this urge? Why is it so?
By Gayle GarrisonJuly 1976Power is neither good nor bad. Power is focused ego producing or preventing change. We are children of America: power is our creed.
By Leaf DiamantJuly 1976Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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