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A folk-mass at church, a mountain cabin full of friends, Sunday nights at the San Dune Tavern
By Our ReadersMay 1982My work is a universe complete with its own set of rules and regulations. My job is simply to follow the rules, which are unknowable, made of shadows, and are always changing.
By Andy Fleishman, John RosenthalMarch 1982December 1981I don’t want you to follow me or anyone else. I would not lead you into the promised land if I could, because if I could lead you in, somebody else would lead you out.
Eugene Debs
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By Mark WeinkleDecember 1981I sat down Sunday to draw a tree. I had been thinking about it for awhile, and wanted to slow myself down so I could see it well enough to create it on paper. I also needed a “tree” to put on my business card — a symbol of what I am about. So, finally, after having seen “the” tree many times on my way home from work, I took along the pens and paper and sat down to draw.
By Tobin QuereauNovember 1981There is a border between intention (the conscious effect of each curve or bend) and the more powerful energy that is just beyond direct reach of consciousness.
By Andy Fleishman, John RosenthalOctober 1981Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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