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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
Emerging Artist Gianna Putrino
“Gimme Five, I’m Still Alive!”
Bass Player is Rock ‘n’ Roll Survivor
Interview with Rock ‘n’ roll survivor Bill Laymon who played bass guitar for dozens of bands − and still does!
“Music is very, very powerful stuff. It’s an expression of spirit and a living expression of spirit. Create from the heart and play with love.”
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…
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