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This is what comes to mind when I think of Norman Mailer: that boredom is a logjam in a river which needs to flow; that a good heavyweight faces death every time he steps into the ring and that Hemingway may have faced it every day; television can give you cancer, along with rancor and fear and too much courtesy. . . .
By John RosenthalMarch 1980Seth Speaks, Breakfast of Champions, The Miracle of Love
By Our ReadersMarch 1980February 1980One must have apocalypse in one eye and the millennium in the other, and as you look out through that double vision, the third eye develops and sees the resolution of tragedy and conflict and the rest of it.
William Irwin Thompson
But you can’t look to the institutions of learning for the moral way of living. You have to look at those people that mix pluses and minuses together to get some weird, weird formula. And that’s exactly how I try to live. I try to mix the moon with the sun, and the stars with the water. And I try to come up with a new universe.
By Sy SafranskyJanuary 1980January 1980One’s own self is well hidden from one’s own self: of all mines of treasure, one’s own is the last to be dug up.
Nietzsche
Rather than telling us how to live, MANAS gives us the reasons for living.
By Kevin VaughnDecember 1979The poems of the Jes Plain Folks School can be broadly categorized as “Remark Poems” and “What If Poems.” There is nothing necessary about them, nor do they give the sense of having needed to be written. They may be whimsical.
By Stephen DobynsNovember 1979In either case — whether Goodman believed he had finally been accepted and could really pull out all the stops, or whether he sensed the dangers of success and wanted to warn people off — Don Juan is Paul Goodman at the height of his powers.
By David GuyNovember 1979Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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