Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Bodies, clothing, sexuality, thank goodness I'm not 20 anymore
See:
http://www.robynochs.com/Bi_Women/Bi_Women_V28-3-Summer_10.pdf
http://www.robynochs.com/Bi_Women/Bi_Women_V28-3-Summer_10.pdf
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Latest Gigs - April 2010
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APRIL 14:
"She Dressed Herself in Sailors' Clothes…”
Songs of Gender Smashing Through the Ages
with Marcia Deihl
“Join us for a hilarious night of folk music about gender queerness, bisexuality, feminism, and coalition politics!
We’ve all heard of folk songs about women dressing as men to follow their (male) lovers into battle. But somehow we missed hearing the ones about women who dress as men for other reasons: freedom of movement, adventure, and a passion for other women. Songs about gay liberation such as “We Are A Gentle, Angry People” and “Because She’s A Woman” emerged in the 1970s, but we didn’t hear much about the lives of the two-spirit people, then or now.”
Marcia Deihl, longtime feminist and bisexual activist and co-founder of the Boston Bisexual Women's Network, leads us through a comedic program of songs which document and celebrate this formerly invisible segment of the LGBTQ community.
Co-Sponsored by RUS and QSA
Harvard University
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Ticknor Lounge, Boylston Hall
8:30-9:30 PM
Refreshments will be served
APRIL 17:
Athena Spring Conference at Harvard University
The Athena Program (a program Phillips Brooks House) seeks to provide a safe space for dialogue among Harvard women and Boston-area high school students about issues of gender and sexuality. Athena is welcoming of all perspectives and seeks to build feminist communities that extend beyond the Harvard campus.
Athena holds two conferences each year for high school students of all genders interested in learning more about issues of gender and sexuality. The conference is free for all students, and breakfast and lunch are provided. Each Athena Conference features a keynote speaker, a self-defense lesson, workshops on a variety of topics, and an informal coffeehouse for creative expression in spoken word, visual art, and other media.
12:20 pm Lunch and Performance by Marcia Deihl
Enjoy Boloco burritos while listening to Marcia Deihl, a folk singer and songwriter living in Cambridge whose music spotlights women's political activism throughout history.
PHOTO: The Athena organizers and me (with red roses)
APRIL 14:
"She Dressed Herself in Sailors' Clothes…”
Songs of Gender Smashing Through the Ages
with Marcia Deihl
“Join us for a hilarious night of folk music about gender queerness, bisexuality, feminism, and coalition politics!
We’ve all heard of folk songs about women dressing as men to follow their (male) lovers into battle. But somehow we missed hearing the ones about women who dress as men for other reasons: freedom of movement, adventure, and a passion for other women. Songs about gay liberation such as “We Are A Gentle, Angry People” and “Because She’s A Woman” emerged in the 1970s, but we didn’t hear much about the lives of the two-spirit people, then or now.”
Marcia Deihl, longtime feminist and bisexual activist and co-founder of the Boston Bisexual Women's Network, leads us through a comedic program of songs which document and celebrate this formerly invisible segment of the LGBTQ community.
Co-Sponsored by RUS and QSA
Harvard University
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Ticknor Lounge, Boylston Hall
8:30-9:30 PM
Refreshments will be served
APRIL 17:
Athena Spring Conference at Harvard University
The Athena Program (a program Phillips Brooks House) seeks to provide a safe space for dialogue among Harvard women and Boston-area high school students about issues of gender and sexuality. Athena is welcoming of all perspectives and seeks to build feminist communities that extend beyond the Harvard campus.
Athena holds two conferences each year for high school students of all genders interested in learning more about issues of gender and sexuality. The conference is free for all students, and breakfast and lunch are provided. Each Athena Conference features a keynote speaker, a self-defense lesson, workshops on a variety of topics, and an informal coffeehouse for creative expression in spoken word, visual art, and other media.
12:20 pm Lunch and Performance by Marcia Deihl
Enjoy Boloco burritos while listening to Marcia Deihl, a folk singer and songwriter living in Cambridge whose music spotlights women's political activism throughout history.
PHOTO: The Athena organizers and me (with red roses)
Monday, March 29, 2010
MARCIA's NEXT GIG
April 2010:
Something religious, something profane
SUNDAY APRIL 11: COMMUNITY CHURCH OF BOSTON, 565 Boylston Street, Boston. 11 a.m. Marcia will sing from the Prince Myshkin and Cris Williamson songbook at this wonderful funky rad "church."
MONDAY, APRIL 12: Open mic at the Lizard Lounge,1667 Mass Ave., Cambridge, MY SLOT: 8:10 p.m. More Myshkins!
Something religious, something profane
SUNDAY APRIL 11: COMMUNITY CHURCH OF BOSTON, 565 Boylston Street, Boston. 11 a.m. Marcia will sing from the Prince Myshkin and Cris Williamson songbook at this wonderful funky rad "church."
MONDAY, APRIL 12: Open mic at the Lizard Lounge,1667 Mass Ave., Cambridge, MY SLOT: 8:10 p.m. More Myshkins!
Friday, January 1, 2010
1976 - Year 7 notes in My Diary of the '70s
1976 Revisited
“Life is a cafeteria line of experience. Attaching any significance to one event over another is simply a human fiction. Any cat knows this. Humans will rationalize any idiotic act; this is the underbelly of our great cognitive tool.”
She wrote this sentence in her diary at age twenty-six. She re-read it, quite pleased with herself. After all, it was true. So far.
Years later she would laugh at this analysis. Only a naïve young woman could have written such an adolescent defense. For each decision has a different effect on one's future. 1976 bared some of the consequences which had been hidden in 1973’s decisions.
After all, that sign that this guy “Kendall” had posted led to her women's band, The New Harmony Sisterhood, which led to women as lovers, which led to her first glimpses of self care. One new layer led to another. Was it just a means to the final end? What end? Self-knowledge? And when she got there, that end became another means. At twenty six, she thought there was an end, a place where she could rest and know who she was. There was, in a way, but that end was a process, not a resting spot. She knew who she was now, but “who she was” was always going to grow. It was just fine tuning instead of gross tuning, like with the harpsichord.
Each choice gets decided by emotion, reason, or a combination of the two. It's almost irrelevant which one predominates, for we always get something we didn't count on, both pleasant and awful. The best choices, "best" meaning creating a more healthy, integrated, happy future usually combine both rational and irrational reasons, but in the end, a complete rational choice can end in disaster (D#2) and a completely irrational choice can be lots of fun (my VW bug).
She wasn’t sure which paradigm to adopt. On any given day, her life might look like a great success or an utter failure. There could be three realities:
You get what you settle for.
You get what you deserve.
You get what you get.
THEMES
1976 + Writers in my family, Edna, Dad, me, Brian. The star gene and trouble too. Wanting to make something fine, write better than the Bible, destined. Dad quote.
1976 = wrong: cafeteria line of life, making a living at music (shock of housing prices now), This is IT!, doormat, oblivious (P.), friends and lovers mixed up somewhat.
LOVE: Why dumped? C. & B,? Negative, sarcasm at first, but nothing under it. Stabs in the dark at relaxation techniques, sex as anticipation mostly.
Characters: R, A, C, B, Ch.
JOB: HCHP, not BC. Steady pay, weight strategy, union. Split, agony.
Characters: T, K, L
MUSIC: book, record. Didn’t think we were good. Now I do. Misunderstood our small pond. Characters. NHSB, Maurice, et al.
Spiritual search: wanted desperately not to care. Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ les to lose (see Rumi).
Right: Two Strand River. From age 10. Political struggles, monk/punk, practicing, kindness, women and men both exciting for different reasons. Secrecy, queerness, outsider view. Fat girls & drag queens. Feminist hated drag queens but I didn’t. Year before, grey rabbit. We always rationalize our libido.
HOW RELATED TO EDNA’s: Topics, she defaulted to children when she accepted her marriage and her lot. Damage to grown sons, objectify them as children and good little Christians and then out like a light. (To the Lighthouse).
FAMILY LOYALTY: Finally I see why I was upset about dad’s body donation. I figured out why I’m different from Dave and Ma. I feel an animal connection, spiritual, history, invisible, illogical, that because he’s mine, he’s special and important. Was brought up to be “fact” based and logical, and I never cheered for our side on the team unless I thought we “deserved it.” Had to earn respect, we all said in the 1970s of our parents. But there’s a different awareness, my cat is beautiful because she’s my cat. Not statistics, polls, outside based. Real, not from intellect. That’s why I was upset by his giving his body “to science”; I got this sense and others didn’t. Not breast fed, all was intellectual love from ma. Not nurturer. Why not? Nana was.
Secrecy and Bruises: How did I get there? Loved drama. Little self protection. Fed up with crunchy feminism.
Music people, picked because I was shy in college, harpsichord NOT, grad school, Rounder.
Day Job: Union at work.
Housing: Adelaide Road, still there, porch, piano. Describe. Search for relaxation, no mention of Priscilla, except when she was mad. Invited to leave. Bro loved naked photos.
My Car. Window of mobility, fluke, $500, clueless. Bike next 25 yrs.
Jan: , Dec., Ch. Crushes. Little did I know, P coming, investment co. (next chapter)
"Singers! Tired of sexist, racist music on the radio? Join us at the Redbook Store, Cambridge, Mass."
This little sign launched a saga of music, women, and politics that would change her forever. She entered 1973 a virgin, a lapsed Phi Beta Kappa music history graduate, an out-of-focus young woman who spent her days battling thoughts of the boxes of sugared cereal in the pantry.
It didn't help that in the apartment with the Davids, the cereal was right next to the phone and the ancient salvaged armchair, the most comfortable one in the apartment. This was the apartment of the Summer of Watergate. Also a baseball game, which She knew from the fact that the television set was never off and the Davids and Bud walked around shirtless and hairy, smoking ciggies and cigars and drinking endless beers, talking baseball and revolution.
She had Tai Kwon Do on Monday nights, Women's Issue Group of Science for the People on Tuesdays, Food coop meetings on Sundays, and since she was getting unemployment, she spent her days at the public library looking up old folk songs and what they said about women. She had just signed up for a graduate degree at a radical school called Cambridge Goddard. Its "campus" was a brick building near Porter Square, one room for files, one room for childcare, another room for Community Meeting, where the womyn yelled at the Marxists and She cowered in the middle. As usual.
S.H., a former Abbie wife, taught a course called "Let the Children in on the Revolution." She lectured that she was an "oddist," yes, spelled that way and that we were all oddists or could be. M.L., of Rounder Records, co-taught the feminist music "ovular" and taught about Dolly Parton as a sub rosa feminist, entirely aware of her image and how to use it to her advantage. M.L. wore a black cape and her witchy green eyes never betrayed any shyness. Our heroine idolized and hated her, and when B. asked our heroine to move in to Rounder house, she didn't know which one on whom to have her main crush, M. or B. To be or to have? Girls or boys? Question authority, even gender authority. But where did that leave you? Especially when you woke in the morning to a note from B.: "Make yourself at home." the night before he had said, "Having sex should be like shaking hands" and got up early to write anarchist articles for Black Rose.
The Kendall who had put up the sign was a girl. The group at the Redbook met in the basement, hence the eventual moniker of The Red Basement Singers. She spent the autumn learning words in the unemployment line. "The Cutty Wren" was an old English worker's ballad that spoke of boiling up the landlord for dinner. They sang revolutionary Greek, South American, and North Vietnamese songs for anyone who would listen. "Ho Ho Ho Chi Minh" wowed them at anti-war rallies. The group had the usual fights about elitism and hierarchy (should someone who couldn't carry a tune be allowed to take a solo? Of course! This was people's music!) and where to perform.
“Life is a cafeteria line of experience. Attaching any significance to one event over another is simply a human fiction. Any cat knows this. Humans will rationalize any idiotic act; this is the underbelly of our great cognitive tool.”
She wrote this sentence in her diary at age twenty-six. She re-read it, quite pleased with herself. After all, it was true. So far.
Years later she would laugh at this analysis. Only a naïve young woman could have written such an adolescent defense. For each decision has a different effect on one's future. 1976 bared some of the consequences which had been hidden in 1973’s decisions.
After all, that sign that this guy “Kendall” had posted led to her women's band, The New Harmony Sisterhood, which led to women as lovers, which led to her first glimpses of self care. One new layer led to another. Was it just a means to the final end? What end? Self-knowledge? And when she got there, that end became another means. At twenty six, she thought there was an end, a place where she could rest and know who she was. There was, in a way, but that end was a process, not a resting spot. She knew who she was now, but “who she was” was always going to grow. It was just fine tuning instead of gross tuning, like with the harpsichord.
Each choice gets decided by emotion, reason, or a combination of the two. It's almost irrelevant which one predominates, for we always get something we didn't count on, both pleasant and awful. The best choices, "best" meaning creating a more healthy, integrated, happy future usually combine both rational and irrational reasons, but in the end, a complete rational choice can end in disaster (D#2) and a completely irrational choice can be lots of fun (my VW bug).
She wasn’t sure which paradigm to adopt. On any given day, her life might look like a great success or an utter failure. There could be three realities:
You get what you settle for.
You get what you deserve.
You get what you get.
THEMES
1976 + Writers in my family, Edna, Dad, me, Brian. The star gene and trouble too. Wanting to make something fine, write better than the Bible, destined. Dad quote.
1976 = wrong: cafeteria line of life, making a living at music (shock of housing prices now), This is IT!, doormat, oblivious (P.), friends and lovers mixed up somewhat.
LOVE: Why dumped? C. & B,? Negative, sarcasm at first, but nothing under it. Stabs in the dark at relaxation techniques, sex as anticipation mostly.
Characters: R, A, C, B, Ch.
JOB: HCHP, not BC. Steady pay, weight strategy, union. Split, agony.
Characters: T, K, L
MUSIC: book, record. Didn’t think we were good. Now I do. Misunderstood our small pond. Characters. NHSB, Maurice, et al.
Spiritual search: wanted desperately not to care. Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ les to lose (see Rumi).
Right: Two Strand River. From age 10. Political struggles, monk/punk, practicing, kindness, women and men both exciting for different reasons. Secrecy, queerness, outsider view. Fat girls & drag queens. Feminist hated drag queens but I didn’t. Year before, grey rabbit. We always rationalize our libido.
HOW RELATED TO EDNA’s: Topics, she defaulted to children when she accepted her marriage and her lot. Damage to grown sons, objectify them as children and good little Christians and then out like a light. (To the Lighthouse).
FAMILY LOYALTY: Finally I see why I was upset about dad’s body donation. I figured out why I’m different from Dave and Ma. I feel an animal connection, spiritual, history, invisible, illogical, that because he’s mine, he’s special and important. Was brought up to be “fact” based and logical, and I never cheered for our side on the team unless I thought we “deserved it.” Had to earn respect, we all said in the 1970s of our parents. But there’s a different awareness, my cat is beautiful because she’s my cat. Not statistics, polls, outside based. Real, not from intellect. That’s why I was upset by his giving his body “to science”; I got this sense and others didn’t. Not breast fed, all was intellectual love from ma. Not nurturer. Why not? Nana was.
Secrecy and Bruises: How did I get there? Loved drama. Little self protection. Fed up with crunchy feminism.
Music people, picked because I was shy in college, harpsichord NOT, grad school, Rounder.
Day Job: Union at work.
Housing: Adelaide Road, still there, porch, piano. Describe. Search for relaxation, no mention of Priscilla, except when she was mad. Invited to leave. Bro loved naked photos.
My Car. Window of mobility, fluke, $500, clueless. Bike next 25 yrs.
Jan: , Dec., Ch. Crushes. Little did I know, P coming, investment co. (next chapter)
"Singers! Tired of sexist, racist music on the radio? Join us at the Redbook Store, Cambridge, Mass."
This little sign launched a saga of music, women, and politics that would change her forever. She entered 1973 a virgin, a lapsed Phi Beta Kappa music history graduate, an out-of-focus young woman who spent her days battling thoughts of the boxes of sugared cereal in the pantry.
It didn't help that in the apartment with the Davids, the cereal was right next to the phone and the ancient salvaged armchair, the most comfortable one in the apartment. This was the apartment of the Summer of Watergate. Also a baseball game, which She knew from the fact that the television set was never off and the Davids and Bud walked around shirtless and hairy, smoking ciggies and cigars and drinking endless beers, talking baseball and revolution.
She had Tai Kwon Do on Monday nights, Women's Issue Group of Science for the People on Tuesdays, Food coop meetings on Sundays, and since she was getting unemployment, she spent her days at the public library looking up old folk songs and what they said about women. She had just signed up for a graduate degree at a radical school called Cambridge Goddard. Its "campus" was a brick building near Porter Square, one room for files, one room for childcare, another room for Community Meeting, where the womyn yelled at the Marxists and She cowered in the middle. As usual.
S.H., a former Abbie wife, taught a course called "Let the Children in on the Revolution." She lectured that she was an "oddist," yes, spelled that way and that we were all oddists or could be. M.L., of Rounder Records, co-taught the feminist music "ovular" and taught about Dolly Parton as a sub rosa feminist, entirely aware of her image and how to use it to her advantage. M.L. wore a black cape and her witchy green eyes never betrayed any shyness. Our heroine idolized and hated her, and when B. asked our heroine to move in to Rounder house, she didn't know which one on whom to have her main crush, M. or B. To be or to have? Girls or boys? Question authority, even gender authority. But where did that leave you? Especially when you woke in the morning to a note from B.: "Make yourself at home." the night before he had said, "Having sex should be like shaking hands" and got up early to write anarchist articles for Black Rose.
The Kendall who had put up the sign was a girl. The group at the Redbook met in the basement, hence the eventual moniker of The Red Basement Singers. She spent the autumn learning words in the unemployment line. "The Cutty Wren" was an old English worker's ballad that spoke of boiling up the landlord for dinner. They sang revolutionary Greek, South American, and North Vietnamese songs for anyone who would listen. "Ho Ho Ho Chi Minh" wowed them at anti-war rallies. The group had the usual fights about elitism and hierarchy (should someone who couldn't carry a tune be allowed to take a solo? Of course! This was people's music!) and where to perform.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
1972 Revisited - Year 3 of 10 - My [edited] dairy of the '70s
January 2
I needed a COM-POZ today but did yoga instead. Some days I really feel like disappearing (poof). Now that the house thing is off my shoulders there's this rent strike thing & 11 people in the coop are striking (inc. us) to protest abolition of rent control. I don't wanna get evited now that the house is in my control. All people were here for coop & rent meeting. I have names of strikers on my list.
January 7
Nasty letter from landlord can be ignored. . . Li'l Mike came over & sat. He didn't know Joe's leaving and Kitty left too. He needs somethig to do so badly. Just comes over looking for dope. Tried for a flik but The Last Picture Show was sold out. Weird sleeping here alone. CRA is taking over building w/ free rent & based on need. Weird.
January 11
Old hippie me w/ long skirt at work. Hard to bicycle with that & my rotten machine. Girl came from CRA today - Joe & Dave talked to her. Paid 1/2 of rent to Lubart so's we don't get arrested. Rent control passed too. Horrah. Sue here - neat. Dave Deihl is reported to have told Nana bout me cohabiting, etc. Wot a turd.
February 3
MIND EXPANDING EXERCISE:
Poliics: change things, resist evil people, materialistic
Religion: Go with the flow, they [difficult people] are your karma, permanent, unchanging, spiritual
Both: Common Humanity
Politics: work for oppressed brothers & sisters, human like you so you wouldn't like being oppressed.
Spirituality: All part of cosmic soul, all equally entitled, wish no bad to anyone
BOTH: No ego involvement, anti-intellectualism, common cause identity
[tying to work out/combine my two obsessions]
February 6
It's the fern! [Fen?] People uprooted in mind & spirit. Little Mike been missing for 5 days, dogs been picked up., J & P U B & E at odds, me as usual up in the air with no real Cambridge roots, S. with no job, my parents getting more destitute. Ma had to quit her job because of whiplash & Dad still unemployed. . . Food coop meeting--grape pickets. I must acquire a notebook & study Dolmetch music history. At least I put an Angela Davis poster on Lefkowitz's [BU music history professor] board.
March 17
This may be a bearable weekend--wot with party & coop dinner here (hostess Cancer Marcia) & finally decided to drop out of Ananda Marga & into CTOC or Sci. for the People. Within a few years I too can be a frustrated Cambridge intellectual radical like Harry Winner et al. at Jeannie's house. My horroscope basket & etc. are pushing me into it--service as a radical, lasting service, not bandaid social work. Al asked me to be on the editorial collective of SFP & boy I'd dig it. Typed Peter Pan [home production for party] all morn did stuff. Org. meeting all afternooon. They're frustrated but I want to get it together against overlords at BU.
March 27
Big stinko at BU with cops bashing kids who were protesting Marine recruitment. Emotionalism. Tom and Rita were there & reported back shaking. So I must side with the rads & not let intellectualism weigh me down. D and I wrote leaflet for SFAA (relieved guilt?). Astrology is therapy making me look at life positively but political insight voids it as intelletual cop-out. Stoned cousins demanded Motown concert & I gave it.
March 31
Xeroxed wedding music and practiced a bit on BU organs, then to concerned BU turds meeting. Heavy psychooogical trip for me. I kept saying things which nobody responded to & didn't know anyone. 'Cept Jeff Levy & we talked about all the radical chic professors doing their professional thing. Attacking David Rubin for holding classes--if he's thinking, what would I do? I think they got pissed at what I said about intellectuals. Wipe out.
April 4
Workshop in lobby at DGE with RYM & PLP & YS vs. Roy Wates, Trustees, Mirak--all striking for different reasons. What's wrong with conscience, Al? Where is the one voice in the radical movement as intellectual researching the screwing mechanisms of the power structure? Being nice questioners? Is it enough to challenge your own bosses ally with the poor? Or should your only reasons be that the powers are screwing the poor out of a sense of conscience? I s'pose one should only hate the government which opposes all. Paul the Anarchist with big smile . . Evening for harpsichord work & watching Bogart & Mung in circles [dog & cat].
April 7
Having some real mind changing thoughts about guilt & solidarity & revolution & classes lately. It doesn't do good to be guguilty cause you'll try as soon as you can to get rid of it by performing one act congratulating yourself. Instead one should realize the ongoing need tor commitment to challenging the system (capitalist), building for a humane (art-preserving, spirituality preserving) socialism. I can no longer hate artists, Woodstock hoppies, but they need a clearer picture of how they fit in. Life is too easy for pigs but they must be confronted. They will react & tighten their grip, being human. And they're people too, but one can't be too nice & never raise waves.
I needed a COM-POZ today but did yoga instead. Some days I really feel like disappearing (poof). Now that the house thing is off my shoulders there's this rent strike thing & 11 people in the coop are striking (inc. us) to protest abolition of rent control. I don't wanna get evited now that the house is in my control. All people were here for coop & rent meeting. I have names of strikers on my list.
January 7
Nasty letter from landlord can be ignored. . . Li'l Mike came over & sat. He didn't know Joe's leaving and Kitty left too. He needs somethig to do so badly. Just comes over looking for dope. Tried for a flik but The Last Picture Show was sold out. Weird sleeping here alone. CRA is taking over building w/ free rent & based on need. Weird.
January 11
Old hippie me w/ long skirt at work. Hard to bicycle with that & my rotten machine. Girl came from CRA today - Joe & Dave talked to her. Paid 1/2 of rent to Lubart so's we don't get arrested. Rent control passed too. Horrah. Sue here - neat. Dave Deihl is reported to have told Nana bout me cohabiting, etc. Wot a turd.
February 3
MIND EXPANDING EXERCISE:
Poliics: change things, resist evil people, materialistic
Religion: Go with the flow, they [difficult people] are your karma, permanent, unchanging, spiritual
Both: Common Humanity
Politics: work for oppressed brothers & sisters, human like you so you wouldn't like being oppressed.
Spirituality: All part of cosmic soul, all equally entitled, wish no bad to anyone
BOTH: No ego involvement, anti-intellectualism, common cause identity
[tying to work out/combine my two obsessions]
February 6
It's the fern! [Fen?] People uprooted in mind & spirit. Little Mike been missing for 5 days, dogs been picked up., J & P U B & E at odds, me as usual up in the air with no real Cambridge roots, S. with no job, my parents getting more destitute. Ma had to quit her job because of whiplash & Dad still unemployed. . . Food coop meeting--grape pickets. I must acquire a notebook & study Dolmetch music history. At least I put an Angela Davis poster on Lefkowitz's [BU music history professor] board.
March 17
This may be a bearable weekend--wot with party & coop dinner here (hostess Cancer Marcia) & finally decided to drop out of Ananda Marga & into CTOC or Sci. for the People. Within a few years I too can be a frustrated Cambridge intellectual radical like Harry Winner et al. at Jeannie's house. My horroscope basket & etc. are pushing me into it--service as a radical, lasting service, not bandaid social work. Al asked me to be on the editorial collective of SFP & boy I'd dig it. Typed Peter Pan [home production for party] all morn did stuff. Org. meeting all afternooon. They're frustrated but I want to get it together against overlords at BU.
March 27
Big stinko at BU with cops bashing kids who were protesting Marine recruitment. Emotionalism. Tom and Rita were there & reported back shaking. So I must side with the rads & not let intellectualism weigh me down. D and I wrote leaflet for SFAA (relieved guilt?). Astrology is therapy making me look at life positively but political insight voids it as intelletual cop-out. Stoned cousins demanded Motown concert & I gave it.
March 31
Xeroxed wedding music and practiced a bit on BU organs, then to concerned BU turds meeting. Heavy psychooogical trip for me. I kept saying things which nobody responded to & didn't know anyone. 'Cept Jeff Levy & we talked about all the radical chic professors doing their professional thing. Attacking David Rubin for holding classes--if he's thinking, what would I do? I think they got pissed at what I said about intellectuals. Wipe out.
April 4
Workshop in lobby at DGE with RYM & PLP & YS vs. Roy Wates, Trustees, Mirak--all striking for different reasons. What's wrong with conscience, Al? Where is the one voice in the radical movement as intellectual researching the screwing mechanisms of the power structure? Being nice questioners? Is it enough to challenge your own bosses ally with the poor? Or should your only reasons be that the powers are screwing the poor out of a sense of conscience? I s'pose one should only hate the government which opposes all. Paul the Anarchist with big smile . . Evening for harpsichord work & watching Bogart & Mung in circles [dog & cat].
April 7
Having some real mind changing thoughts about guilt & solidarity & revolution & classes lately. It doesn't do good to be guguilty cause you'll try as soon as you can to get rid of it by performing one act congratulating yourself. Instead one should realize the ongoing need tor commitment to challenging the system (capitalist), building for a humane (art-preserving, spirituality preserving) socialism. I can no longer hate artists, Woodstock hoppies, but they need a clearer picture of how they fit in. Life is too easy for pigs but they must be confronted. They will react & tighten their grip, being human. And they're people too, but one can't be too nice & never raise waves.
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