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I was just saddend to learn that after five years, L.A.’s Arthur magazine has ceased its publication with its March 2007 issue. It was one of the amazing highlights to receive and distribute this incredible and Free! publication. The information that Arthur gathered, was one of the few places to find it in print. One of my favorite review column’s was the irrepressable “Bull Tounge” by Byron Coley and Thurston Moore. I’m pleased to note, Bull Tounge will continue as an online review available at: Ecstatic Peace!, a site worth checking out for its amazing/eclectic noise videos and sound/art label distribution.
First based in Chicago, Arthur managed to put out a psychedelic designed zine that reviewed many underground and neglected music styles. It was defintely not mainstream media , but managed to deliver 50,000 copies to over 120 cities nationwide. They sponsored music festivals and other cash raising events, but their funds and support eventually dried up.
“Besides the exploration of psych-folk and the surrounding sub-genres, the magazine regularly featured guest contributors including, but not limited to, Thurston Moore, Will Oldham, and Spike Jonze, and, while concentrating on music and culture, thoughtfuly covered a wide variety of subjects of social importance. An explanation of the publication’s closure can be found on it’s website. All the best to those who contributed to a great magazine.” Source :Aquarium Drunkard.com
Arthur Magazine
Bi-monthly
First published October 2002
Published as a free paper, Arthur has the vibe of the old underground counter-cultural magazines, complete with lefty politics and a thirst for all kinds of psychedelic music. While it covers a lot of ground, including food, sex, culture and politics, the staff has excellent taste in music, and always introduces something new and interesting that I had never heard.” from the site FAST N’ BULBOUS Last of the Independents: Five Music Magazines That Mattered
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As Voltaire said, “The only way to comprehend what mathematicians mean by Infinity is to contemplate the extent of human stupidity.”
This human herd all started out as potential geniuses, before the tacit conspiracy of social conformity blighted their brains. All of them can redeem that lost freedom, if they work at it hard enough. –Robert Anton Wilson
The recent death of Robert Anton Wilson (Jan.18, 1932- Jan 11, 2007) will no doubt cause a minor reconsideration of his magnum opus, The Illuminati Trilogy. The trilogy was a grandiose conspiracy tome that hit almost all the flashing lights on the great pinball machine of eternity. Wilson was a writer-philospher in the mold of Groucho Marx , Timothy Leary and Confucius. He saw himself as a futurist, author and stand up comedian.
“As 1960s counterculture morphed into the me-decade of the 1970s, part of any hip library was the Illuminatus trilogy, whose co-author, Robert Anton Wilson, has died aged 74. Post-polio syndrome had weakened his legs and a fall confined him to bed. The trilogy – Eye Of The Pyramid, Golden Apple, and Leviathan, all published in 1975 and co-written with Robert Shea, who died in 1994 – grew out of their experience as editors at Playboy, particularly from the Playboy Forum, readers’ letters which they answered and occasionally wrote. The steady stream of conspiracy theories they received inspired them to detail the battle of the Bavarian Illuminati, secret controllers of the world, against the Discordians, whose embrace of chaos may have owed more than a little to the paranoid uses of entropy in the fiction of Thomas Pynchon.” Continue reading ROBERT ANTON WILSON CULT FICTION from The Guardian.
The ROBERT ANTON WILSON website is a kooky mix of jokes, rants, recordings, goodies and RAW wit. You can also find excerpts from his novels, seminars, and reviews.
You can access online some of the underground classic The Illuminatus! Trilogy , which won the 1986 Prometheus Hall of Fame Award. His other writings include Schrodinger’s Cat Trilogy, called “the most scientific of all science fiction novels,” by New Scientist, and several nonfiction works of Futurist psychology and guerilla ontology, such as Prometheus Rising and The New Inquisition. His work is scattered far and wide… It’s only logical that RAW will continue to flourish far into the future…. Here are some tidbit snippets from the marvelous RAW buffet:
Robert Anton Wilson on deoxy.video
T.A.Z. : The Temporary Autonomous Zone—Feb. 6, 1993 [site]
Hakim Bey, Robert Anton Wilson, Nick Herbert, Rob Brezsny and Joseph Matheny
Video—MP3 : one—two—three—four
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The objective profile of the United States, then, may be traced throughout Disneyland, even down to the morphology of individuals and the crowd. All its values are exalted here, in miniature and comic-strip form. Embalmed and pactfied. Whence the possibility of an ideological analysis of Disneyland (L. Marin does it well in Utopies, jeux d’espaces): digest of the American way of life, panegyric to American values, idealized transposition of a contradictory reality. To be sure. But this conceals something else, and that “ideological” blanket exactly serves to cover over a third-order simulation: Disneyland is there to conceal the fact that it is the “real” country, all of “real” America, which is Disneyland (just as prisons are there to conceal the fact that it is the social in its entirety, in its banal omnipresence, which is carceral). Disneyland is presented as imaginary in order to make us believe that the rest is real, when in fact all of Los Angeles and the America surrounding it are no longer real, but of the order of the hyperreal and of simulation. It is no longer a question of a false representation of reality (ideology), but of concealing the fact that the real is no longer real, and thus of saving the reality principle. –Jean Baudrillard, from SIMULACRA AND SIMULATIONS
Jean Baudrillard, who argued that all reality is for us but artifice and simulation, is dead… NYT … IHT … NYSun … Figaro … Reuters … London Times … Guardian … Le Monde … Telegraph
“As his intellectual career developed he disassociated himself from the academic world, particularly the social sciences. He also became a critic of the main forms of western politics and culture, stigmatising the doctrines of democracy and human rights as alibis for increased western penetration, globalisation, and elimination of other cultures (paradoxically after having virtualised its own).
Such radicalism was not accepted by the conventional left because it rejected all forms of political correctness, socialism, feminism, and democratisation.
In person Baudrillard was modest and relaxed, and he preserved an unfailing curiosity about the human dimension and the environment of the modern world.
He was twice married and had two children by his first marriage.
Jean Baudrillard, social theorist and writer, was born on June 20, 1929. He died after a long illness on March 6, 2007, aged 77″ –London Times

Jean Baudrillard, notorious French sociologist, cultural critic, and theorist of postmodernity, was born in 1929 in the northern town of Reims. Son of civil servants and grandson of peasant farmers, Baudrillard was the first in his family to attend university, is an ex- university sociology teacher, and a leading intellectual figure of his time. His early life is influenced by the Algerian war in the 1950s and 60s. Source: EGS website. Put a little Baudrillard in your life:
Baudrillard on the web
S(t)imulacrum(b).
Bibliography.Reality of Simulation: Articles by Baudrillard plus photographs of and by him.
Philosophy and Theory list of links.
“Simulacra and Simulations” by Jean Baudrillard.
The mind of terrorism by Jean Baudrillard
The violence of the Image. by Jean Baudrillard
A narration of Baudrillards “Simulation and Simulacra” spoken over footage from Grand Theft Auto:(more)
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The most well-known unknown American artist” died in a suicide drowning 13 January 1995, after a lifetime as unique and perplexing as his art. His suicide, the film proposes, was perhaps his greatest and most mysterious artwork. Can suicide become an artwork? A performance? The idea was troubling. When I’d first heard about it (a call from a friend on the 14 January), I was stunned and saddened. I didn’t understand how someone I knew and adored, who had intrigued me with his words and keen intelligence, and seduced me with his friendship, would or could take his life….
How to Draw a Bunny, like most of Johnson’s collages, is a cryptogram wrapped inside a conundrum. The title is taken from one of Ray’s diagrammatic drawings of his iconic rabbit/duck, a stand-in alter ego. In the film, we learn the “how,” of Johnson’s suicide but not exactly “why,” although we are offered dozens of clues. Source: Matthew Rose, letter from Paris in ART THE MAGAZINE”
The origins of this mysterious Ray Johnson film began many years ago when John Walters a young 16-year-old, soon-to-be PBS fimmaker began combing the stacks at Book Beat collecting surrealist tomes and rarities, especially on the artist Marcel Duchamp who occupied the central position of Walter’s interest in artists (and anti-artists). At some point I mentioned that Ray was giving a midnight performance in the bookstore (one of several, over the 1980s). I don’t know if Walter’s was able to see Ray’s performance, but his interest soon morphed into the idea of making a movie several years after the artist swam into oblivion in 1995.
Ray’s performances at the Book Beat were very simple and poetic “non-performances”. For one event Ray simply altered a sign in the front window announcing the performance with large capital that spelled my name in capital letters bought at a hardware store. We were having a midnight madness sale at the bookstore and at midnight he placed the adhesive letters on the back of the announcement in the front window: “Come see Artist Ray johnson tonight at midnight! one performance onlY!” Another time Ray sat in the children’s book section with a bag over his head and recited “I’m not Iggy Pop!” over and over. Once for several days he’d come by with his arm always wrapped up completely with rope, he said something about how his arm was a Christo wrapping. At an informal book signing we had, Ray often signed his name with his right or left hand upside down and backwards. He also had a small clipboard attached to his steering wheel so he could make drawings while he drove. He amassed hundreds of these he kept in the glove box and a small shoebox on the floor of the car.

How to Draw a Bunny is one of the best artist biographies ever put to film. It is one of the few approaches to a difficult subject put into an honest and objective framework. It was awarded a special jury prize at the 2002 Sundance Film Festival and the Grand Prix du Public 2002 at the Rencontres Internationales de Cinema in Paris. The film was also nominated for a 2003 Independent Spirit Award. The film soundtrack also reflects the offbeat world of Ray with tracks by Max Roach, Thurston Moore and Destoy All Monsters.
“As both investigated and represented by filmmakers John Walter and Andrew Moore, How to Draw a Bunny is itself a collage of photographs, art works, interviews and letters, home movies and video, that flow at the viewer like a jazz ensemble. With exceptionally toned care and constructions, the filmmakers penetrate into a “rabbit hole of an art world wonderland” and reveals not only an artist’s fragmented life, but also the universe of his peers, friends, critics, and colleagues. With interviews from Roy Lichtenstein and Christo, Chuck Close and James Rosenquist, and the artist himself, the film offers a real understanding of the origins of present-day art and the confusions of the postmodern world, as well as the experience of an artist who wore many different faces and treated the art scene as a game without a prize.” — from the Estate of Ray Johnson website
“Ray Johnson is a natural collagist, one of whose principal activities is bringing disparate entities into conjunction. His collages, especially those made after his period as an American Abstract Artist, have been intermittently exhibited and reproduced in books, catalogs, and magazines. The mid-fifties collages, which incorporate printed images of Elvis Presley and James Dean, are slowly entering the history books, usually as components of the early history of pop art. But Ray Johnson is not to be confined so easily within a single ism. Other of his collages are closer to the raw art of Jean Dubuffet, while displaying a funky inevitability all their own. Others, still, are very lyrical.” — from Clive Philpot’s, THE MAILED ART OF RAY JOHNSON
In 1981, Detroit artist Jim Pallas began his “hitchiker series.” They involved wooden stand-ups of artists and were supposed to be abandoned anywhere (on the road) one year after of they were given to the artist. One of artists in the project was Ray Johnson, who refused to give up the image after the year was up. “I just became attached to it,” Ray said. The story of this strange collaboration can be read at: HITCHICKER RAY JOHNSON
He colored images of Elvis before Warhol did, and his Correspondence School predates the Internet with its concept of open and free distribution of artwork. His dropping of 60 foot-long wieners at an avant-garde art happenings predates the Turkey Drop episode of WKRP In Cincinnat by a good 25 years. — Metro Times
Ray used to phone the bookstore at all hours of the day and night. “Check out The Warhol Diaries, now, page 425, I’ll hold on..” ( his name appeared on that page) or “Nico is dead!” and then he’d hang up… “did I tell you about that guy I mailed a ham sandwich to… he still has it in his fridge!” …”call Joy Colby and ask her to review my nothing…” Ray worked the phone lines in similar style to the mail art network.
One of Ray’s best friends was the archivist William S. Wilson, who lives now in a small apartment in Chelsea, New York, totally crammed in with works by his artist mother and a huge Ray Johnson archive dating back to the mid-fifties. Bill has some of the best insights to Ray. Some of Bill’s old home movies of Ray row-boating down a river were included in How to Draw a Bunny. Bill took 13 wonderful black and white photos of Ray Johnson sometime in the late 1960s and wrote an article on Ray’s obsession with the number 13. You can read his article online at Blastitude 13: Ray Johnson and the Number 13.
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Pat Flowers (1917-2000) was a friend and weekly customer at the Book Beat for almost 20 years. He was a sweet and kindly man, looking many years younger then his age. He had an enormous passion for reading and was obsessed with health and diet. On weekends we’d sometimes share a big salad and drank fruit smoothies at the local Pita Cafe. His reputation as a great stride pianist was established in the 40s and 50s. Pat was the principle student and musical heir to Fats Waller. His recordings were long out-of-print but remained alive as actively traded bootlegs that circulated around the world, easier found in Japan than in the USA. He never earned a dime from them. Listen to this beautiful MP3 of the Pat Flowers trio from a Decca recording in 1941: AFTER THE SUN GOES DOWN
Pat was a mainstay at the early Baker’s Keyboard lounge (established in 1934). “The main attraction up until 1954 was local pianist Pat Flowers, who was so popular that Clarence Baker no longer served food as the principal means of support, he provided entertainment nightly. Pat had Clarence change the name to Baker’s Keyboard Lounge. By the fifties Baker was booking jazz trios and quartets such as Fats Waller, Meade Lux, Errol Garner, Art Tatum, Tommy Flanagan and George Shearing.”
Baker’s Keyboard Lounge is still active as a landmark Detroit jazz showplace, it is acclaimed as “the world’s oldest jazz club” and during its 73 year history has had “almost every jazz musician of national importance” performing on its bandstand.
The following Pat Flowers article appeard in the Metro Times as “Jazzman Extraordinaire” by Kim Heron:
For decades he was a lost man of Detroit jazz, and when he passed away Oct. 6, (2000) at age 83, the word spread slowly. We might not have noticed here but for an inquiry to the Metro Times by a diligent librarian on behalf of a curious patron. Pat Flowers? His name rang a bell faintly as having been the pianist who had played at Baker’s Keyboard Lounge when the keyboard was the key to the club, back when, we were told, the club at Eight Mile and Livernois had cornfields for neighbors.
Calls to Jim Gallert and Lars Bjorn, authors of a forthcoming history of Detroit jazz, filled in details, as did a short piece that appeared in the newsletter of the Southeast Michigan Jazz Alliance. It outlined a career that might have been much more.
A conservatory-trained Cass Tech grad, Flowers was appearing at local clubs before he was out of his teens and became “an almost permanent fixture at Baker’s Keyboard Lounge … from about 1939 to the mid-1950s.†In the mid-1940s, Flowers recorded in New York with several of Fats Wallers’ former sidemen. His repertoire, according to the newsletter, ranged from Chopin to Waller to titles such as “Eight Mile Boogie.â€
He had, in fact, been a Waller protégé, said Gallert. A Coda magazine article quotes Waller introducing Flowers around, saying, “This young man will carry on when I leave off.†When Waller died in 1943, Flowers was billed as his successor, performing and recording with former Waller sidemen.
And if he didn’t have the Waller charisma, he certainly had the sound. “You knew you were in the presence of greatness,†Gallert said. But after Flowers’ career faltered in New York, he returned to Detroit and drifted off the main axis of the jazz community. Just what went wrong is hard to pin down. “He was one of the most private people,†said Gallert. And despite prodding, Flowers rebuffed Gallert’s attempts to interview him. He was working at the Grosse Pointe Yacht Club at the end. “He was a genius living in our midst,†said Gallert.Â
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My Way (1940)
One goes in straightforward ways,
One in a circle roams:
Waits for a girl of his gone days,
Or for returning home.
But I do go — and woe is there –
By a way nor straight, nor broad,
But into never and nowhere,
Like trains — off the railroad.
–Anna Akhmatova
Tonight I heard my friend Cay was dead. It is hard to describe how her absence will be felt. She was an artist that I admired, loved and wanted to document. She drew the observer into her world and into the poetic, literate dreams she wanted to construct.
Cay had a passion for the city of Detroit, and maybe it was the city that partly destroyed her. She might have been more at ease in an artist garret in Europe or South America, but Detroit fed her energy. She loved the crazy cursing parrots of Bird City, the flamboyant trans-sexuals in the trawling bars along Cass Avenue, the burning sulfur and graffiti lined walls of downriver. The broken buildings, industrial bridges and scraps of rubbish in the streets and abandoned yards inspired and consumed her.
Detroit was at the center of her mind, and its refuse became the junkbox for her intense collages and found sculptures. Cay was among the best artists in the Cass corridor, even as she arrived at the end of its glory days. She roamed the neighborhoods with a sharp x-ray eye, an ability to see inside the city’s ripped insides. She painted and worked like a soldier at war. At odds to this intensity was a generous, soft and compassionate spirit. She gave her spirit completely, always supportive to those she loved. Detroit is ignorant and apathetic to its artists. It is a stubborn and rusting Moloch, and does not mourn or return the love of its caretakers.
Her voice and posture could often be harsh, edgy and impossible. But that was sickness talking, a violence she lived with and that consumed her. She tested people with their loyalty and patience. Cay was a fascinating, generous, brilliant, witty and energetic person. Conversations often went on for hours. She could talk art, books, philosophy and loved to gossip non-stop. She loved to develop new ideas and bring them into focus, but she’d also sabotage, overthrow and destroy them. In her heart she was a revolutionary poet and artist, fighting poverty, politics, the state. A unique thinker with a defiant and brave morality, she fought for the underdog in life. Detroit was Cay’s Stalingrad and Gulag, Akhmatova her heroine and model.
Cay’s death was not surprising. She spoke of death often, inventing various cancers, broken bones and rare blood diseases. Extremity and death hung around her and fed the work, it was something you got used to. These cries for help held a core of truth: that Cay was in real pain. Many of her friends could see the pain, and tried to help, but Cay needed to help herself.
I feel the future will be kinder to Cay, as it was to the poet Akhmatova. There was much beauty and insight she had to offer, much that was overlooked, and more we can honor and learn from her life. My sincere condolences to her friends and family. We will miss you Cay and pray that your journey now is safer and less troubled than before. Sweet dreams.
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