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September-October 2015 |Volume 11 Number 5
Writers on Writing
Slivers of Speculation:
Barry Lopez and Trauma Theory
By Joe Amato & Kass Fleisher
Conjecture and spoiler alert all at once: there are cognitive reasons why artifice intrudes so sparingly upon trauma writing…
The Business of Killing:
“Ain’t it wild!”
By Steve Bromberg
It’s a fact. Humans are hunters and hunters love killing. Sometimes they love killing more than they love bragging about it. Killing gives them a sense of power, control, superiority. And killing a powerful animal truly sharpens that pleasure. What a rush it is to brag about that big cat or the five-ton elephant you just dropped in the bush! GPS tracked and located from the air, the animal never stood a chance.
Waking Up To Reality:
The Anxiety Series
Interview with Emerging Artist Gianna Putrino
We’re reaching out for a little bit of help from our friends!
Welcome to the September-October issue of Ragazine, Volume 11 Number 5. The next issue, November-December, will close out 11 years of the zine, with what we hope will be…
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Lately I’ve been feeling hosed, hosed by the stock markets, hosed by politicians, hosed by much of what passes these days for news, hosed when I think back to a time when people played horse shoes and bocci, badminton and croquet until dusk, and didn’t go indoors until the fireflies swarmed. You knew it was time to quit when the bats zipped by at hair level.
* I’ve always been amused by the differences a single letter can make at the beginning of a word: Mother and sMother, for instance, the evolution of which may have come from an overwhelming desire to protect one’s offspring; Mile and sMile, for the sense of accomplishment one might earn after an energetic walk; Age and sAge, which could apply to anyone old enough to know better, and who is willing to sHare their life experience.
* When I saw on television this afternoon that the Aurora, Colorado, theater shooter was sentenced to life plus 3155 years, or thereabouts, I thought that really isn’t long enough, unless there really is a hell. In which case the few years he’ll have on earth behind bars will seem like paradise. On the other hand, extremists in the Middle East taking pleasure in destroying the beauty of centuries, believe by doing so they’ll one day find themselves in Paradise. Go figure
* Interesting to me the more police wear cameras to take pictures of people taking pictures, the more privacy trends from transparent, to invisible, to non-existent. That’s not all, of course. Where there once were shaming and shunning, now there are cameras, blue tooth detectors, and telcom snoops and sniffers. Virtually every government, and myriad companies, have an intelligence arm wrapped around someone’s throat – some to protect, some not, some both. What to do when there’s nowhere to go but …. ? I’m not saying.
* This issue of Ragazine is packed with amazing stuff…
As I strolled along meters and meters of shelves full of fetuses, limbs and samples of cancer, I found an exhibit that still haunts me. It was a newborn infant, kept in a jar full of formaldehyde. It had not developed a brain. Deformed as it was, it was smiling, like it was having a nice, little, private joke.read more
Joe’s presence was a godsend to many directionless youth seeking someone who would listen to them without being judgmental. If anything, he was the ultimate encourager, listening, sharing, reinforcing the natural and native inclinations, and creativity, of those he knew. The constancy in his own work, and the encouragement he provided others to pursue their own dreams and creative urges, were a cure for their insecurity, and perhaps even his own best medicine for what sometimes must have been an ailing spirit. But spirited he was, and that’s how he is remembered here.read more
In the late 1970s, in NYC, I was fortunate to find a patron and mentor in a far-sighted, deep-pocketed, gentlemanly, low-key, developer – a major player and master of NYC real estate who understood where progress would naturally take place, though he also had a preservationist’s eye. It was he who insisted I take classes and sponsored me for a real estate brokerage license…read more
As far as gigs, there have been so many − it all rolls into one, as they say. Playing Red Rocks was very cool, as well as many of the theaters and festivals I’ve played. Playing Japan was very fun − the Japanese Deadheads turned out en masse and treated us great. Also, playing the Raccoon Lodge in Brooklyn − those folks there are more than fantastic − turns out that they’re big New Riders fans and they swore all of us into their lodge in a very solemn ceremony over a big spliff − they gave us all custom Raccoon Lodge jackets…read more
“I have a fourteen-year-old daughter,” said Jimmy. His jaws flexed and his face flamed red, the headmaster’s exact reaction, until he broke character and laughed. He glanced down at Cooper’s paperwork. “I don’t need to read any of this. ‘Penis,’ that’s priceless! Their mouths dropped open, huh? Just involuntary?”read more
It’s the beginning of the sixth inning. Now the left-handed, 35-year-old Yankee batter Hideki Matsui, known as “Gorilla,” a native of Japan, steps up to the plate. His nickname was originally a derisive nickname given on account of a skin condition, subsequently elevated to honorific on account of his skill with the bat. Matsui doesn’t chew or spit, just coolly raises his bat and quietly looks his opponent in the eye, like a brave Samurai.read more
My photography work recently published in L’Oeil de la Photographie is part of an older series, which I once created on the theme of “Sheet” (as in bed linens) and the body. Similar to many of my images, I show only details, not a whole body. In hindsight, I notice today that quite often I focused on the bottoms of my models!!!read more
Axid Rain was my highlight of the 4th semi-final night. They call their genre flatrock, which I attempted to google but finally gave up. They’re a hard rock band, in the classic vein of MTV or Huey Lewis and the News, with a fantastic live show. Frontman Yannick Mense, in his leather hat and seaman’s jacket was all over the stage. Pure charisma and wild guitar riffs. All in all an electrifying performance.read more
The smell of death lingers on the savannah. Big Game hunting is a sight to behold. It’s the ultimate expression of the hunter’s feelings of alienation and inadequacy and his frustration with interpersonal relationships. Now, with the discovery of the illegal killing of Zimbabwe’s beloved lion Cecil, “sport” killing has become a searing hot topic.read more
The tales of woe were woven into a more elaborate tapestry. The logic of economy and the politics of those who didn’t vote…the shape of our world.read more
When I first encountered Merton’s thoughts I was struck by his focus on the imbalance/inequality between ends and means that, for me as well as many others, was an issue in our society. In other words, the links between opportunities, unequal social conditions and deviant-criminal behavior that could be gleaned from his tenets were more than obvious. And although his emphasis was primarily on lower class behavior (which was in academic circles a critical shortcoming), it seemed only reasonable that by using the notion of strain and extending into the other classes, one could help explain the sometimes unexplainable deviant-criminal behavior emanating from across the societal spectrum.read more
And then he went on telling me how much fun he had had later on that afternoon that stretched into the evening and the night in the company of other poets and artists, a real bunch of bohemians. When I pulled out an envelope from my pocket, stuffed with six or seven of my surrealist masterpieces, he looked at it as if I were serving him with summons to appear in court. I assured him it only contained my poems, he nodded in reluctant assent and stowed the wrinkled package in a thin paperback book he had in his hand. But then he changed his mind and shoved the book in my face.read more
The anxiety series is a standalone series that I had done for my senior BFA showcase at Oswego. The Identity series is somewhat a continuation from that anxiety series, but instead of self-exploration I explored the identities and self-perceptions of my peers and fellow artists at this transitional period of life from student into adulthood.read more
I’ve met bright, dedicated Roma, working alongside other Romanians. Of course, I’ve also come across Roma who groped, stalked and threatened me, and some who committed unimaginable animal and human rights violations, including maiming children so they could fetch more money on streets, torturing strays and whipping black bears into ‘dancing’ for their entertainment.read more