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It was The New Age and there I was on the elevator — 68th floor, 15th floor, 43rd floor — thinking: bongs will never totally replace joints. Bongs have their place, sure, a big place. But a joint is a . . .
By Karl GrossmanFebruary 1976If I were to join in communion with you, to commune with you, to communicate with you, I would do so over a cup of raspberry leaf-mint tea and a piece of Celebration Carob Cake (so called because it was the first cake I baked after the birth of my last child).
By Judy BrattenJanuary 1976Jealous of the female art of creation, man conjured up the art of the mummified reflection, and so was born the Work of Art: a solid hunk of inanimate matter scratched and battered into a shape codifying his unique understandings.
By Rob BrezsnyJanuary 1976Couldn’t find anything else. The following being typed on a Scott Towel. You know — The one that’s twenty percent heavier? What the hell is her name anyway?
By Bruce K. LandJanuary 1976Language, more than anything else, separates man from other animals. It plays a dominant role in shaping our conceptions about the world. Language is a means of transmitting and storing information, generally with words or other symbols.
By Priscilla Rich, Rob Gelblum, Ebba Kraar, Sy Safransky, David BonnisJanuary 1976I stopped working as soon as I was out of a place to live. To work hard all day hauling lumber and driving nails and take my rest on some itchy living room couch was too much.
By Steven SeifJanuary 1976Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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