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Activist Times Inc. Issue 187
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Activist Times, intent. Your fraternal
order of comedy, or was that comedic
fraternity of order...
Hello,
I'm prime anarchist, and have
we
got
some
stuff
for
you!!!
Now Tommy Hilfiger's "presenting" Lenny Kravitz
and Smashmouth too???
Wait.
Did I awake to a patron system or what?
I know, rather than wasting my precious time
living my beliefs, I could just raise half a billion
american, (devil-care-how) and spend the rest of
my death throwing money at people who seem to be
living my lives themselves.
I didn't make any paper this year. Yuck.
Restroom. Starbucks. Milw. 1st impression.
"PLUNGER LOCATED HERE." Paper sign, black magic
marker block lettering. Arrow down pointing at
a problem solver on a stick.
Overall, Starbucks are home to the cleanest
nicest most well-tendered bathrooms in the
world, huh?
ATU, is that teamsters?? It's recent symbol
(can you say icon?) is a seal in front of two
flags. US -o- Canada. The Amerikan Teamsters
Union!
Where's Mexico in all this? Need I say the
position OR the oriface?
I reprint this from Sept '99 Gear and then
that's all I got this week:
"Patrick (of the band Filter, on his song
"Nice Shot.") Says the song was influenced
primarily by the 1987 suicide of former Penn.
State Treasurer R. Budd Dwyer, who, during a
press conference, pulled a .357 cal. magnum
from a [manila envelope -- I remember that
from live TV] placed the barrel in his mouth
and pulled the trigger."
Wow, I always WANTED the guy's name ever
since I saw that footage. What caliber I never
knew or cared. I wanted his name more.
Now you know.
#
prime
ps: here's a quickie poem, then the numbers and
then the letters, then some stories and stuff,
and then as usual, we end with poetry, cause
after all is said and done, what's the metaphor,
you???
THE EARTH IS MY FIRST MOTHER
a prime anarchist poem.
I plucked three leaves off an
Indoor ivy plant at work today.
I'm not too concerned for the
Pain
I caused.
Deal with the other pain
I spared
For the rest of his life.
And what set me off
Into
Saviour/surgeon/seer mode?
I got sick and fucking tired of the fact
No one seemed to even notice him
Crying...
From three-month-old hole-punch marks on
Those leaves.
RUNNING #'S HAS BEEN OUR FAVORITE
POST-TIME SINCE THE 70'S!!!
http://www.orn.net/~axels
http://www.iskip.com
http://www.members.home.net/breitt/current
http://YesRudy.com
http://RudyYes.com/menu.html
http://wrybread.com/WrybreadWriting/notesfromroad/start1.shtml
http://www.rasta.cistron.nl/
http://www.etan.org
http://singularity.netnerd.net/
http://www.freenet.msp.mn.us/org/stop55/news.htm
http://www.nativeamericanmusic.com
http://www.alaska.net/~ggano/noframes/
http://easyweb.easynet.co.uk/fraserclark
http://iberian.com/gmatter/tapestry
http://www.virtualguitarmagazine.com/
http://www.vvm.com/~ctomlin/a61.htm
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SOMETIMES WE GET MORE LETTUCE THAN
WE CAN CONSUME, CUT & PASTE OR CONTAIN:
Hi,
I will be out of the office
until September 7th.
I'll sort/reply to mail then.
Thanks,
Scott
Marco,
Reported in the Boston Glob on Sunday.
Newt the G. man asks for divorce.
Admits he's diddling a 33 year old
assistant and...
here's the punch line
...she is reported to bear a striking
resemblance to Hillary Clinton.
Yikes!!! What twisted perverse
pedagogary have we got going here???
Don
to ati@etext.org
The North American Registry of Who's Who
Among Successful African Americans cordially
invites you for inclusion in the upcoming
1998-99 edition of our publication.
This invitation has resulted from you being
featured in some publication, Radio or TV
appearance or involvement in a community,
civic or religious activity...
[ed note: my ability to pass and my
whole life's thus far dancing as a
"white person" leaves me "undesirous"
of your award, thanks anyways. Does
the offer stand for others, say if
Monique hires a black woman or man
to write sports?]
(...and we prolly shoulda put this in the
"press release section, but here...)
Scene Magazine, September, 1999:
"DAY TRIPPING: WARP COMBINES A 24 HOUR PLAY
AND RAVE. PARTY ON!
Is there more to clubbing than whizzing off your
tits to 'Music Is The Answer' at Gatecrasher?
The Warp team thinks so. The Warp marries a 24
hour play about a guy called Neil Oram with a
24 hour rave featuring every type of music from
jungle to trance. Now, a play about some bloke's life
may not sound appealing, but you've never met anyone like
Oram, a mechanic who was encouraged to write his story after
he was 'discovered' by '60s theatre director Ken Campbell.
The marathon play, this time around directed by Campbell's daughter
Daisy, has been dubbed "the hippy Hamlet" and it's easy to see why.
Oram claimed to have met angels. a man who could be in two places
at once and the great god pan, on Princes Street, Edinburgh. He is
now reputed to be living in master of the occult Alisteir Crowley's
cottage at Loch Ness.
With five wives.
Still sounds like twaddle?
The 1,100 goggle-eyed ravers who turned up to
the opening show in May at the Drome in London beg to differ.
"There's supposed to be some guy who's lost his name wandering around
South London, just jabbering about The Warp" laughs promoter Fraser Clark,
best known for Megatripolis, which dominated Thursday nights in London for
several years. "The Warp is an incredible play. I've always thought it was
perfect for clubbing. Because you can just pop in and out.
There's no other play like it. Today's rave generation don't understand
what excited the hippies in the '60s. They weren't just running around
smoking pot."
//YOU Media Department.
http://easyweb.easynet.co.uk/fraserclark
[ibid?]
Dear literary enthusiasts,
The new issue of Gray Matter Tapestry
is online at:
http://iberian.com/gmatter/tapestry/
Please drop by for some really good
poetry.
-gmt-
Help us !
Come to
http://www.internet-police.da.ru
[ed note: always happy to try, I think we're too late
though. R U OK?]
Thanks Marco,
I appreciate any comments or advise about
my page!! Did you think it was wierd?
Alot of people think it is, but its not
meant to be taken seriously :)
I put alot of work into it!
Visit often, and sign my book if you like!
~kimmy
to ati@etext.org
Is Victoria's Secret really that the company
is owned and operated by a man named Victor?
Yes, mayhaps you've been working for a guy
all along, you believe in a guy, when you
thought...
[ed note: we'll get right on that. oh,
and... "mayhaps?" mayhaps???]
Dear ATI
Do you think Prime Anarchist has ever ghostwritten
anything famous looking?
Vincent (904)
[he has NOT written for David Letterman, the
Beatles or Matt Drudge if that helps]
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PRESS RELEASE:
Tickets Go On-Sale Friday, August 20th
FOR THE SECOND ANNUAL
NATIVE AMERICAN MUSIC AWARDS
SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 6TH
AT ALBUQUERQUE'S POPEJOY HALL
VOTE FOR YOUR FAVORITE ARTISTS AT:
www.nativeamericanmusic.com
You Ever Get The Feeling You're
In James Merrill's Place
a poem by Marco Capelli
You ever get the feeling you're
In James Merrill's place?
Chopin Mazurkas and Scriabin on an
Upright piano.
A Walden Pond tree-leaf
Framed on the wall behind upright.
"Being Peace" and a picture in a
Handful of rooms.
Actual plants.
Actual feathers.
ALL OVER THE PLACE.
Mentadent, mustard and blackstrap
Molasses -
One'd think s/he were in
James Merrill's place.
Close, but no.
Close.
Your hosts for the evening are Antler and Jeff.
...One more? Just cut the power if you want me
to jump offstage... (or you could say "one more.")
...that's it...
Fake Cherrywood Starbucks Table.
a poem by Marco Capelli
"and you're proactive, so..."
she smiles, moving both arms around trying to
get the other patron to understand her meaning.
Proactive, there's that word again.
They drove the woman next to me away, these
proactive people -=-
-=- their complexes
And their grounding philosophies, their psycho
Job market.
I never got her name, this woman next to me -
Preparing for her MD exam, but she didn't make it
Outa here without us
Sharing a laugh.
She's gathering up her books and
Belongings, shaking her head, smiling a little
My way, giving out a quiet yiddish "tsch, tsch..."
That I guess I'm the only response for.
I lean her way, smile for her alone,
And whisper,
"you know, the word 'proactive's' bugged
the shit out of me from the first day I ever
heard it."
Giggles and guffaws. I cracked her up. I think
she knows how I mean. Usually the user of a word
Such as
"proactive,"
Isn't going to get a thing done except three
Levels of paperwork shuffled around, shredded,
and/or started.
Making a gorgious intern dressed all in black
Laugh here in a Starbucks.
Wow.
For me, a first.
milwaukee. summer:1999
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zine's website?
http://www.thepentagon.com/primeanarchist
backissues?
http://www.angelfire.com/wi/kokopeli/cygnus.html
As usual, we end with a pome.
this one's by Shayna Plaut and
it's called "Flipside."
I, gave up, my poetry,
for revolutionary causes
I
gave up
my poetry
on
revolutionary causes
I thought
the blood
of the revolution
ran too thick for
my anemic pen
my hand inadequate
at drawing the words
for La Causa
I gave up
my revolutionary causes
for my poetry
and realized
the two were the same.
