The Lady in the Radiator 2.5 (Web version)
As you can see, we have gone to computer layout for this issue. This probably won't be permanent because we have grown a bit attached to the cut and paste layout method. Most likely, we will use the computer for effects like this (layering text over an image), half toning pictures, and fonts. As usual, a lot has gone on in our lives and we've been exceptionally lazy (my excuse for the delay between issues). Issue #3 will be an enormous thing that you will like. We are trying to organize an informal meeting of everyone involved in underground publishing, so if you or someone you know is a publisher or contributor, we'd like your input on where, when and how something like this could be accomplished. You can leave your input on the sideview voice board (pg10). We decided we liked the idea of half issues, and we had a bunch of material and a new guy with a computer (Nohj), so here you go, the lady in the radiator issue two and a half. -gross
UNTITLED (guppy lupus)
The Mustang's engine screamed down the deserted interstate.
Golden spheres swirled next to Sigtryggur's head.
A radiator fell from the sky and smashed into the windshield,
throwing glass through Sigi's lip. He began to sweat heavily.
This was a very bad idea.
He hadn't noticed the glass in his lip until the sweat reached the wound.
Sigi's eyes clapped shut and he began to claw frantically at the swollen mess
below his nose. Removing his hands from the wheel allowed the Mustang to
pull itself and it's victim over the edge of a bridge, the bottom being his
eternal home.
stumbling drunk through storm drains and always finding smaller passages. puddles laugh and make me feel small. only reflections of my regret. false euphoria leads me astray to a point in the tunnel where I get down on my chest, face in shit, crawl through in order to reach the other tunnel (gross)
KISSING (rob christopher)
Black and blue.
Linking through fallen veins.
On the unearthed anniversary of your death.
One moment later
Deceleration.
Then stopping.
We have been given a whole bunch of Brian Marsland's stuff to print. He has lots of stuff for you, so write to:
BRIAN MARSLAND
PO Box 6
Tempe, AZ 85280
We've also received comics by Owl Newman, who says in the theme of "Influences" is expressed in the following poem. "Influencing each other, two visions change and grow. Who will be stronger, good heavens only know."
WHILE GOING THROUGH A MEDIUM SIZED (gross)
glazed bars flowed like lust. WANT. sweat by myself. the scent of burning
paint. you never promised this, like you promised me. by the time i
realized what was missing, the smell of burning paint. one of those days
when you can cry and no one sees, because it's raining. i'm not sure if
i'm even worth crying for, at least i don't feel like crying! POUND POUND
POUND it pounds on me, pounding like gears and pins and bars and clothes
and girls and machines and lifeless and fields.
If I were about to say I have found a thing worth doing.
Artistic expression can only take you so far.
After this you'll realize you don't have anything to say.
On the morning of January the second, a battleship grey Plymouth fell
from the sky and crushed Henry Lucas on his way to work.
PAIN (unknown)
Fuck me gently in the dark with your hate-filled mask
Rip meaningless words from my lying lips
When you're gone I can hear the reflection
Of a mutual deception
Dripping crystalline from the eaves of my House box
RECORDING # 2 DATE: AUGUST 9, 1994 TIME: EARLY MORNING LOCATION: AT A BUS STOP
MAN#1: Ma, um, as, um, this (word), means spiritually and body, together, to it, (word)...
MAN#2: Spiritually....spirits.
MAN#1: Spirits, spirits of not so important persons, (word), only a mountain man, like you, you're a mountain man. A little mountain man, that's what he is. He's OK, you know, he's a national socialism. I told him the mistake of national socialism economics. Economically, it was that that...
MAN#2: But it, there, there was, there's much oppression. It's not a true agreement, though. Whatever my belief really is, it's all the same oppression of communism, national socialism, Nazism, and fuckin', you know Islam. It's all oppression of religion, you know, jeeze, you know, when you stop believing in them. (words)...
MAN#1: In technological...
MAN#2: But they're the cause of all this...
MAN#1: In technological world...
MAN#2: ...Oppression, you know.
MAN#1: In technological world God has to live forever. Not, not only because he is a leader...
MAN#2: But God, he exists in the rising sun.
MAN#1: Rising sun.
MAN#2: The rising sun of God is real. That is God. Of the infinite, you know. But that's the only face you see of God is the sun itself when you look up in the sky with the rising sun, you know. But you don't see you can't sit and talk with God like we are sitting together talking about the oppression of the human race, you know, and their different beliefs, you know.
GROSS: Well, there's prayer. (CONT.)
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We like this video but we hate reviews so we've just reprinted the information on the box.
Survival Research Laboratories was founded in 1979 by Mark Pauline and has operated as an organization of creative technicians dedicated to exploring the potential for redirecting the techniques, tools, and tenets of industry and science away from their typical manifestations in practicality or product. Since 1979 SRL has staged 31 mechanical presentations throughout the United States before this first foray overseas. Each performance consists of a unique set of ritualized interactions between machines, robots and special effect devices with humans present only as operators or audience. This is a documentary concerning Survival Research Laboratories' 1988 European tour. SRL ferrets out and gleefully satirizes assorted icons of cultural pride in two of Europe's more allegedly libertarian social democracies, Holland and Denmark. (used without permission)
