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Women conspire to be manipulated and used while simultaneously controlling others in subtle but equally manipulative ways, and neither behavior is necessary, to be who we are.
By Elizabeth Rose CampbellOctober 1980The cartoon from the selection is available as a PDF only. Click here to download.
By Steven FisherOctober 1980One great virtue of a work like The Realists is that it acts as a guide through the works of these writers, and whets the reader’s appetite. One would not think to call their lives happy — as Snow points out, a “great writer has to live with the worst side of his nature as well as the best” — but they were full and rich.
By David GuyFebruary 1979Enlightenment is less like a quiet, deep breath of serenity than a dynamic, on-going process of growth, joy, increased self-awareness and “cosmic” awareness. It is important to see yourself as a flowing process.
By Michaell Prestini, Peny PrestiniJanuary 1979Parapsychology, like every other science, is in the business of doing research. At least as important as research, if not moreso, is publishing. . . . These folks are serious. It’s the right thing to do, of course. If they don’t take themselves seriously, who will? . . . What follows is a parody of the type of article typically found in one of the parapsychological journals, or in any scientific journal.
By David SearlsFebruary 1978Footsteps. Coming from behind us, coming up on the back of the tent. They came steadily and quickly. One, then another, and a third. A twig snapped under the weight of one step. (How melodramatic, something in me thought.) Another step. They were heavy and man-like, not soft and meditated like those of a cat. Human steps. Stopping almost right on top of us.
By Dee Dee SmallJanuary 1978I, Arthur Milstein, have had a shitty life. I have found difficulty finding gainful employment. I most recently had a position carving names on gravestones, but I was dismissed owing to poor spelling. I usually spell well but not under intense pressure.
By Karl GrossmanDecember 1977Most of what we call reality falls into a range between the trivial and the transcendent. At one end are the details of waking life. At the other end is what really counts.
By David SearlsNovember 1977When my perceptions truly coincide with what’s happening, it’s because I’m willing to lose myself in the other person or experience. It’s feelings of specialness I have about myself that keep me from doing that.
By Elizabeth Rose CampbellSeptember 1977Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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