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“On one hand, we experience the collapse of an economy built by people who put self-interest first, and on the other, we discover an economy of consciousness shaped by people who put the planet first – and themselves in it.” -James Semark
James Semark departed this earthly plane sometime during the first week of December, 2010, his death due to a possible heart attack or possible complications from an allergic reaction to antibiotics, something we will never know as an autopsy was never done. The coroner’s office explained it as “death by natural causes.” He was found alone at home with the front door left unlocked, perhaps to not trouble anyone by having to break it down. His body was discovered by the Ferndale police several days after he died.
James Semark was a poet, musician/composer, cosmic communicator, organizer and creative spirit born in Toledo, Ohio who moved to Detroit as a student at Wayne State University in 1959. His interests were diverse; from meditation and macrobiotics to technology, green-economics, jazz, urban renewal and theosophy.
James pioneered a type of early proto-rap form that he called the rhythm ballads. These late 50s and early 60s compositions were “investigative verse” works; long tripped-out epic poems set to music that undertook the study and description of jazz legends John Coltrane, Charlie Parker and even a judgment day “jazz-poem in heaven” of Edmund Zwingy, an imaginary be-bop star. He began to put the ballads to syncopated sound beats around 1964, inspired by a jazz drummer that practiced in a basement room next to his own, in the John Lodge Artist Workshop “Castle”.
James studied music at Wayne State University under Harold McKinney. McKinney’s idea of community and the “World Stage” would remain a major influence for Semark. He was also mentored by jazz greats Yusef Lateef, Elvin Jones and Eric Dolphy. In the mid-1960s he collaborated with Lyman Woodard, The DC5, MC5, Charles Moore and John Sinclair.
James was a tall, quiet, even-tempered and soft spoken person, but could suddenly and spontaneously ignite an audience with his blazing rhythmic oration and fiery live performances. James was equally influenced by occult writings and world religions as he was by beat poets and jazz artists. He often took on cosmic topics, questions about space, time and the universe, the origins of mankind, drugs and illusion. He was a founding member of the Detroit Artists Workshop and his poetry found an audience through publications by the DAW press.
In his book Night-Vision Express, Semark wrote a series of surreal Kafkaesque essays. Many of these reflected on the afterlife. “The Antivalue” is one continuous rant that ends; Guardians of the river Lethe, with their tortured honor and malafied smiles, transport Antivalue to the Tower of Xmea and throw him into the ocean… but it is transformed into the gnarled bones of circumvented lovers. From “Blood Echoes for Allen Ginsberg” – you and i we’re lucky / to know about expanded consciousness/ to get this far and not sentenced to “involuntary lobotomy”/ we’re lucky in this free / democratic republic/ rally-round-the-flag-boys/ society of ours/ to get by without any kind of “brain job”…
Semark’s poetry was infused with a kind of dystopian rock ‘n roll fever, a Burroughsian “Naked Lunch” stew, finding its home beside quotations from The Tibetan Book of the Dead, Kafka, Zen Buddhism, Sun Ra, Concrete Poetry, Stanley Mouse, Gary Grimshaw and Madame Blavatsky. Semark was a kind of goofy holy saint, an architect for the coming psychedelic revolution. He mixed metaphors with dreams, plays, essays and made direct statements, rants and pleas to change mankind. His creativity and process was centered on consciousness. Forms were broken and arranged to fit his vision of expanded awareness, he was Detroit’s version of Wavy-gravy.
He could be over-the-top, extreme and repetitive, reciting, “OH! EYE! OH EYE! YOU!” for pages and it wasn’t always easy to digest, but his enthusiasm, humor and eternal conversation with Gods and prehistoric monsters were fascinating to watch, and something to be discussed over the next millennium.
After the breakup and political fermentation of the Detroit Artists Workshop in 1966, James struck out on his own, opening his own Nova Express “Terminal City” commune in Highland Park. He was “new age” before the term existed, the first to bring to Detroit the distinguished founder of macrobiotics and the organic/natural foods movement Michio Kushi. Semark did his best to spread the word on organic living, publishing one of the first books by Kushi in English translation. Semark remained a strict vegan through his entire life, convinced of the power of healing through pure foods and meditation.
James maintained a strong interest in metaphysics throughout his life. From his lifelong friendships with Robert Thibodeau and Howard Weingarden to his weekly meetings (for over twenty years) with his metaphysical/theosophy study group, he had an always inquisitive and questioning mind. Ever hopeful and on the side of intelligent transformation, James was an inspiration and light to many of us seeking positive change. He was an early adapt of the Baha’i faith, embracing the idea of oneness in all religions and continued to explore ideas found within the writings of Theosophy and Madame Blavatsky.
In the early 1970s James was initiated into the Mahariji Ji Charon Singh’s order, and continued daily meditation and ’sound mediation’ practices throughout his life. Some of these rituals and practices are known as Radha Soami Satsang Beas or the Science of the Soul.
Semark’s 1966 third book The Sun, is an exceptional and beautiful object/poem broken into two parts. In the first half are quotations from the Bahai faith, Sufi and Chinese poets, Sun Ra, Michio Kushi, Alice Bailey and Madame Blavatsky, all together forming a thick world-stew of spiritual truth. This radiant (and surreal) broth becomes the foundation for the Sun poem which stretches across the second half of the book. It is one of the most beautiful statements in poetry and art made by Semark. Punctuated by drawings, collages, letterpress embossing, colored and metallic inks and photos, the Sun poem is another cosmic rhythm ballad, a lovely handmade artbook that evolves through many forms and shapes; “When You and I are real, the words have Light.” At the end of the book, Semark states that he mixed the book’s special colored inks by his own hand. It remains one of the most powerful, well designed and spiritual books in the Workshop canon.
One aspect of Semark’s character was his disciplined ongoing devotion to the Detroit Artists Workshop. Its community goals and ideals were his own and he maintained these throughout his life, even as he resided outside the state. His return to Detroit coincided with the planning stages for the 40th anniversary reunion in November of 2004. At that time, James took on an enormous responsibility in the preparation and development of the reunion project which led to a continuation of the DAW co-op in the form of meetings, concerts, fund-raising and its online presence as the website for The Detroit Artists Workshop, The DAW website was Semark’s baby and he designed and watched over it as a dotting parent.
One of his last projects was Work #6: A 2009 Detroit Artists Workshop Anthology of Generations -an extension of the sixties era workshop, returning to familiar names and writers (Robin Eichle, Bill Harris, Ed Sanders, John Sinclair) and including many new and unheard of writers, “building the reincarnated DAW collective as a vital platform, confident in its future as a world cultural hub.” It seems logical that the legacy James Semark has lived for and dreamed about can continue on. Hopefully his private Workshop archive be made available to the public and preserved for future study. His epic environmental poem-ballad The Saga of Steely R. Stone included in Work #6, was an autobiographical self-portrait, a sketch of a man who after loosing his beautiful wife Jenny due to a toxic poisoning, envisions a horrid apocalyptic landscape on the planet, finally causing a nationwide uprising that resounds in the collective chant, “WE’RE GONNA DO SOMETHING FOR OUR WORLD!” It would be great if we could do something for Semark, and now that he’s gone, the continuance of the Detroit Artists Workshop website he created, its very existence and his archive of DAW publications remain in grave danger. [sadly the sites that James worked so hard to preserve did come down soon after his death and little of his writings and recordings have been preserved. -addition 12/07/11]
Semark had a visionary approach to language and an unbreakable belief in the Detroit Artists Workshop – he saw it as a model and beacon of truth through which future generations could learn and establish their own network of artistic sharing and growth. In 1964, the Workshop was a spiritual foundation for freedom in the arts. It was infused with a similar bohemian ideology as Dadaism, Surrealism, Fluxus, and the Black Arts Movement and become the early roots of psychedelia and Punk. This blending of ideas exploded into the 1960s and as one of the elder statesmen of that movement and energy, James Semark was a mighty force, and a cyclone we barely knew.
In a quotation from his own website chronology, James states, “However long I may live, the endgame will still hold true. You’ll notice that, in my 20s, I was a hot shot in the Artists Workshop and I thought I had it together. In my 30s and 40s, I thought I understood the cosmos. In my 50s I had a vision of world transformation. Now, in my later years, I realize I understand only a milli-fraction of what’s going on in the universe — it’s as though I don’t understand anything at all! On the other hand, I see no end to the discovery process — the opportunity to explore greater and greater realms of galactic mind goes on forever. This is the endgame.”
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Many of this country’s finest independent bookstores* have been under siege. The external pressure from chain stores, big-box discounters and the internet is a continuing struggle in balancing the exchange of books, ideas and commerce. It was about one year ago in May of 2007, that one of my favorite bookstores, the venerable Gotham Book Mart of New York City home of the Finnegan’s Wake Society, closed its doors for the last time.
Located on west 47th street in the heart of the diamond district, Gotham attracted many celebrated writers and artists (i.e., Arthur Miller, J.D. Salinger, W.H. Auden, John Updike, Man Ray). Artist Edward Gorey who had many titles published by Gotham, often slept in a small upstairs room when he came into the city making it his second home. One could always find a shelf or two of signed Gorey items on almost any visit. A hidden backroom walk-in closet was home to hundreds of rarities and signed limited editions. Owner Andreas Brown, a cranky bibliophile stood guard buried in books and cats at his chaotic wooden desk tucked in the back of the store. If Andreas was in an especially good mood, he’d proudly show off Gorey first edition treasures and original ink and watercolor drawings locked away in that secret “no one allowed” backroom chamber.
“Founded in 1920, it was one of the finest repositories of original and rare literature in the city, and, during the long tenure of former proprietor Frances Steloff, a major haunt for many notable American and foreign writers of the 20th century, and also a cultural pacesetter; the store sold censored and controversial works, even fielding a lawsuit by a ninny who was offended by its sale of Nobel Laureate André Gide’s If It Die. (Those were the days–now the ninnies don’t even deign to pick up works of imaginative literature any more and get worked up.) Allen Ginsberg and Amiri Baraka in their youth worked there as clerks, but poor Tennessee Williams didn’t “last a day. (for one thing, he didn’t know how to wrap packages.”
“The bookstore attracted celebrities from the entertainment world as well. From Charlie Chaplin, George Gershwin, and Gloria Swanson to Woody Allen, Patti Smith, and David Bowie, familiar figures would often be seen browsing seemingly chaotic and disorderly shelves or loose stacks of books lining the few aisles.” — Source: One Poet’s Notes
The continual closings of cultural institutions like Gotham Book Mart (read: The Internet is Killing Independent Bookstores), or Cody’s Books in San Francisco, and many others, is making it clear that a world of mindful diversity, literary culture and independent thinking is fast decaying under the continuing dire spell of commercial branding and mass merchandising. Read a recent article about the closing of Dutton’s books in Los Angeles, from The Nation: Eulogy for an Independent Bookstore.
Area independent bookshops like Shaman’s Drum, Nicola’s and Crazy Wisdom in Ann Arbor or Book Beat and John Kings in Detroit are not immune to this crisis. These are each unique and meaningful, near spiritual places that have helped to define our community through good and bad times. Please Remember: Think Independent, Read Independent, and Buy Independent. We thank you.
“Where is the wisdom
We have lost in Knowledge?
Where is the knowledge
We have lost in information?” — T.S. Eliot
*Independent bookstore is a term used in to identify bookstores that are primarily owned and operated by local people. They tend to have strong ties to the community and are frequently involved in non-profit community events as well as in cultivating the work of young writers. Independent bookstore selection tends to be more esoteric and less mainstream than chain bookstores. – Wikipedia online

The above photograph was taken November 9, 1948, during a reception at the Gotham Book Mart for Dame Edith & Sir Osbert Sitwell (seated in the center). Clockwise, they are surrounded by W.H. Auden (seated on the ladder), Elizabeth Bishop, Marianne Moore, Delmore Schwartz, Randall Jarrell, Charles Henri Ford, William Rose Benet, Stephen Spender, Marya Zaturenska, Horace Gregory, Tennessee Williams, Richard Eberhart, Gore Vidal, and José Garcia Villa. The Gotham Book Mart is now gone, but its important position in twentieth-century literary history will persist long into the future—alongside a few other book shops, like Shakespeare & Co. in Paris or the City Lights Bookstore in San Francisco—permanently associated with many of the period’s finest writers, including those individuals captured in that black-and-white snapshot nearly six decades ago.
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Beautiful and exotic actress Maila Nurmi known to her legions of fans as Vampira, died peacefully in her sleep from cardiac arrest on January 10th, 2008. The star of Plan 9 From Outerspace and similar “Z” grade motion pictures, Nurmi was best known as the 1950s Los Angeles TV horror-host Vampira, a glamorous ghoul with a plunging neckline and 13″ waist, who would introduce sludge grade movies and toast you with her bottle of sulphuric acid.
She started the horror show host phenomenon in the year 1954-1955 and based her dress and cool morbid attitude on Charles Addams’ Morticia character as seen in New Yorker cartoons mixed in with her own twisted beat sensibility. Vampira was the original horror host, an icon of gothic style and beatnik beauty. She earned $75.00 a week for her role, and was cancelled due to public outrage. None of the shows exist, except for the on-set stills, they remain the stuff of legends and rumor.
In 1959, she was “discovered” by Ed Wood Jr., the transvestite genius director of bad movies, and stole the show in Plan Nine From Outerspace, playing a grave robbing ghoul alongside wrestler Tor Johnson and Bela Lugosi. She can now afford a much needed rest and toast together with fellow ghouls Ed, Bela, Tor and her late paramour and best friend James Dean.
In her later years, Nurmi opened an antique store called Vampira’s Attic and worked on the Kevin Sean Michaels documentary, Vampira: The Movie, released in 2006.
Hear one of the last live interviews with Nurmi where she talks about the creation of Vampira on You Tube. Learn more about this independent, unique and doomed actress at SCREEN SIRENS. Rest in peace, my lovely ghoul and as Vampira would say at the end of each show, “Bad dreams, darling.”

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Book Beat celebrated its last Harry Potter party in high gothic street style. There was the Department of Mysteries in the backroom, where young wizards answered all your questions, Madame Souzatska and her hairy fanged Tarantula who saw deep into your future, Wizard Polling, Raffles for Potter memoribilia, beatnik Dementers and spell books to protect you from the end of time. It was a gas. Thank you for celebrating with us! Here are a few pics curtesy of Judy Dyki:

Young women in tears over the finality of Deathly Hallows.

Another grief-stricken Harry Potter fan.

A Dementor consoles author Ragnar Ock.

The Ghost of Dumbledore announcing raffle winners.

Food, Glorious Food! Lots of homemade goodies helped to ease the pain; Witch hat cookies, Countess cupcakes, Peace potion punch, Doug’s Crunchy cookies, Mystery watermelon, Witchy fingers, and Mary’s fabulous 100 chocolate wizard wands!

Long live Harry!
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In the catalog for his 1978 retrospective at New York’s Museum of Modern Art, Bernice Rose, Curator of Drawings, says that his innovative work drawing directly on walls “was as important for drawing as Pollock’s use of the drip technique had been for painting in the 1950s.”
Although he has worked extensively in drawing and printmaking, he is usually considered to be primarily a sculptor. LeWitt’s most characteristic sculpture works are based on connected open cubes and have titles like “Modular Wall Structure” and “Double Modular Cube.” Because he works with modules and systems, and his early wall drawings are based on grids, he is sometimes described as a Minimal artist, but his work, especially his recent work, is usually colorful and often quite complex. It is also optimistic and beautiful. (more…)
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