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In the Thirties a lot of artists were radicalized, the Village was radicalized. The streams were always together, and the Sixties seemed to be a real fruition of this period. It seemed as if it was going into the mainstream. The mistake, of course, was that it was just a youth movement, and it made no contact with anything past student life. And when the main student issue, which was the war, dissolved it was seen to be organizationally and theoretically a weak movement, because it was not able to link up with the rest of the country, the working class, the middle class, and with the older age groups.
By Howard Jay Rubin, Jerome RubinDecember 1982November 1982Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
Pablo Picasso
Instead of attempting to bless the Earth, I find that the Earth is calling divinity out of me. It becomes a reciprocal relationship. The more I can recognize the presence of the Beloved, of the Divine, acting within matter, the more matter begins to recognize that presence acting in me.
By David SpanglerOctober 1982The photographs are available as a PDF only. Click here to download.
By Paul ReynoldsAugust 1982The bottom line is whether I think I have the power to change people’s minds and the answer is no. All I can do is write my songs, put them out there, and what happens after that is out of my control. The effect that they have is beyond me. My job is to make sure that I write the best songs I can write.
By Howard Jay RubinJuly 1982June 1982There are said to be creative pauses, pauses that are as good as death, empty and dead as death itself. And in these awful pauses the evolutionary change takes place.D.H. Lawrence
May 1982There’s nothing wrong with the world. What’s wrong is our way of looking at it.
Henry Miller, Big Sur, and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch
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