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Blessed Relief
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2. So kiddies, it's the end of the eighth week of a ten week term already! These quarters always seem either way too or way too short. In any case. I'm glad to see a number of yoJ folks neglecting your studies enough to produce something for Blessed Relief. I have 1nvestigated the possibilities of gett1ng together a school newspaper for next term. One of the major differences between Blessed Relief and the real which r am will be the cost of production. It willbe to advertise to cover this increase in expenses. This wiUundoubtedly change the character of the College paper a great if 1n fact you have grown accustomed to Blessed Rel1ef (1.e. downtown Saraso a sponsors won't_ dig your M.ick.ey Strange variety fuck letters.). What I'm dr1ving at is the fact that we will need a reasonably amiable and clean-cut indiv1dual who has transportation to drive around the Sarasota/Bradenton area to solicit advertising for our paper. This person can certainly make many dollars if he/she 1s good at milking the area merchants for all they're worth if he/she takes the customary 10% cut of all the ads he/she sells. OUr (tenbative) staff for this endeavor will have persons special izLng in political journalism, photography and layout. poetry, creative prose, and graph1cs. If you want to help out or if you can think of any important departments I have neglected o list, by all means get in touch. Incidently, do you readers recall the fourth issue of Blessed Relief 1n which I threatened to photocopy and publlsh my privates if I couldn't drum up some real contributions? Well .. for the benefit of those of you who thought that was a good iaea I have a special treat for you this week. Yes indeed. Just look. on the inside of back cover cartoon and you'l see a crystal clear reproduction of my pussy. which she was kind enough to send1n for your pleasure. Enjoy, you f''thy pigs. ar Editor; The Editor Box #520 t sent a copy of "Blessed Relief to my brother at Yale. I thought you might be interested in his reply. Be wrote That paper your school does is pretty weird. I don't thinlt anyone would write anything like that at Yale. Attitudes here are completely different. I mean, we smoke dope and listen to the Grateful Dead a lot, but everyone here is very serious about doing it well. Do you understand? Like that guy discussed in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Yale students are always looking for *quality. Things that really suck are avoided. Things that are trite or boring are really disliked. I mean really bated. They're just really bad." !tid Sister P.S. Be also keeps asking me, oo people at Nev College like the Grateful Dead? Do they use a lot of drugs? oo people down there get stoned a lot? Are ludes very popular down there? Dear Editor, I was rather dismayed to read in the October 27th issue of Blessed that the Provost honestly believes that the only [faculty) that [student representatives] show up for is the SASC; for the rest of it I have to find out who they are and get roy hands on them I don't think we have any structural problems. In my view, this represents a gross overstatement that is insulting to those students who hav. been showing up regularly at faculty committee meetings (and there have been more than a few, at committees other than the SASC). J --I don't know when this interview was held, but on October 16 every member of the f,,culty, and every student representative to each fac received a from the S.E.C. chair that gave the na s and box numbers of every student representative by committee, and incl ded the text of an S.E.C. resolution of October 11th demanding that each rep show up at their faculty committees and report back to he S.E.C. regularly or face censure and removal. If Dr. Lewis and the rest of th faculty don't now know who the student reps are, then they must be ignor!n their mail on a regUlar basis. As for getting student reps to show for the committee meetings, my experience as Social Science Division and Status Committee Representative indicates that faculty chairmen frequentll are lax about informing students of these meetings, whether by design orb irresponsibility. I personally informed the faculty chair of the FSC of my position as rep shortly after my appointment this term, yet l did not ever receive any notification of the first two meetings. Or. to make sure the faculty is acting responsibly in this area before he blame the student representatives. As for structural problems, the Provost's Advisory Committee and the USF/Sarasota Space Committee still have no student representation whatso ever, yet both these committees make very-important decisions quality of New College's academic program. The PAC makes on faculty tenure; last year, it took a demonstration involving over 1 0 students and many petitions to overturn what was obviously an ilnprofeS$1' and irresponsible decision of the PAC to purge Jack Cartlidge and Ron from the ranks of the faculty. As for the Space Committee, the SEC, Council, the Women's Group, and the Social Change Study Group are only 1 few of the groups that have had their efforts at obtaining decent workuq space frustrated by the irresponsiveness of this committee. Dr. I recently sat in on a N.C. Foundation Board of Trustees meeting at w some of the trustees and USF President Brown expressed dissatisfaction vlt the lack of student representation on these committees. How can Dr. wia possibly claim there are no "structural problems.? Beats me. Maybe he should think twice before overstating himself so thoroughly again. signed Larry Lewack

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FIRST INSTALLMENT: 1970-1971 by Bill Swanson This article is the first of a series that will be submitted to Blessed Relief in an effort to pres@nt information about specific academic years at New College. All contributions of information are welcome, make sure you state the academic year to which they apply; we will be covering years sequentially at least through 73-74. Direct contributions to box 250. Term I, fall 1970, saw the student body reach its full size, with an incoming class which outnumbered the returning students. In the 60's, the male:female ratio was 3:1. An overwhelmingly female incoming class brought the ratio to l:l for the first time. The Palmer dorms, four buildings each housing 40 students, were finally filled to capacity. The dorms were described as "bomb shelters" by the residents, who tried to become comfortable in blank concrete rooms. Cpstairs c dorm comMOn room walls were painted as a group project, each person drawing some design or picture, including lifesize copies of the illustrations from Alice in Wonderland. Some residents complained about a few obscenities, which were replaced with splotches of black paint. All students were required to be on the meal plan, which served unlimited amounts of lousy food (lots of jello} and only single servings of any halfdecent main dishes (like chicken). No vegetarian entrees, no fresh fruits or vegetables, yogurt, granola, sandwiches, or variety of choice of meals. All students living on campus were required to be on the meal plan, which meant large numbers of older students who were comfortable in the cafeteria were not living on campus and hence not paying and hence supposed to be not eating. On-campus students were issued plan cards, which were shown to a student hired as "food narc," checking each card for all students in line, and responsible for stopping people from sharing their dinners with off-campus people. Older students living on the Palmer dorms were also allowed to go off the meal plan; unfortunatP.ly, in order to keep food in the common refrigerators from being stolen, it was necessary to lock them. Hungry first year students could easily demolish someone's granola, orange juice, or watermelon. Third term some Palmer dorm first year students were allowed off the meal plan, but still had to pay S75 without any rights to food from the cafeteria. Legends of the old days abounded, usually prefaced by comments like: "admissions standards have really slipped in recent years, indicating that the heyday of Ne"' College was over, that older students w ere much brighter nd crazier than any new students. There was also a living legend, David Pini, who ran the film series. Pini was a member of the entering class who being drafted by getting the student constitution to define a student as one of five possibilities, one of these being "e) David Pini." An innovation beginning in the fall of 1970 was the "Student Chair, a one-year faculty position with full power to sign contracts and ISP's, which / was elected by the students without control by faculty or administration. This position was paid for out of the student activity fee, which was coll with tuition and fees. The Chair was inspired as an effort to re ire a drama teacher who the faculty had not liked, but by the time it w a rganized the teacher had taken a better job elsewhere. The second runn r-up, Joe Ferrandino, came and taught a three term series of courses on the history of rock and roll, as well as courses on feminism, anarchism, and other topics students wanted. The campus community was isolated from Sarasota, looking down on "towniey- as in(erior mentalities. Daylight skinnydipping in the pool resulted in older men r om Sarasota sneaking in the bushes around the pool. rant marijuana growing brought in the FBI, who were thwarted y the proctor security quard who said "if these students are paying $5000 a year o e ere, I should protect them,"). Halloween sorne students painted big green footsteps down at the bay, where one can still be seen; on Bayshore a bit of a toe remains but on both parts of 41, they have long since worn away. The newspaper that term ca2taio reported sightinqs of a huge green man Jo-Jo. ISP period saw many people leave campus, and the order imposed by classes was gone. Two students were doing ISP's involving wearing blindfolds for weeks. Other students went off to live on an island without for three weeks. _By third term the campus was very active. A spate of night-long Town of.200_people a night lead to the formation of the "Kingsley Ball xper1ment. F1rst court an intentional community, with weekly cook ts together, .r?Oms used.1n common (a library, a music room, a media center) d a group sp1r1t of try1ng to make a conscious social eXperinent. Some of the Palmer dorms had become filthy from an abundance of dogs e pet rule had been lifted), and the outside grounds were in bad shape of dogs, some second generation. Things came to a head when the bu1ld1ngs and grounds workers threatened to strike if they had to pick up any more dogsh1t; a student patrol was formed to handle the problem. A busload of students went off to the Washington demonstrations leaving third term to be finished over summer ISP. A crop of graduates took their baccalaureate exams, the dorms were closed, and summer began. left unmentioned in this article than can even be hinted at by th1s d1scla1mer. All of the above is fairly accurate, but it's all out of context and forms no coherent whole. Just a collection of True Facts to Know and Tell. ................ Rev. Henry Porter and The Westcoast Gospel Chorus, of which New College student venetta McNeil is a member. w1ll perform Hamilton Center on Friday. Nov. 10, at 7:30 P.M. The Don Ellers Memorial Beer Bottle Award 1s back: The September award winner is Larry Klestinec for his cuban Miss1le crisis crisis. The October award goes out to Todd Rymer for his rendezvous with Lana. If you need funding for drama related activities for second or third terms there will be an appropriations meeting Tues., Nov. 14, at 5:00 in the Fishbowl. Please come with a written that includes the amount you are requesting, an approx1mate d date and place of production, plus an accurate as possible itemized budget. 6-legged bugs wanted Although I worked diligently on my last ISP, collecting over 200 insects, I still have a very l1m1ted collection. I am appealing to the student body to help ,_ with my hobby. Ple se bring any interestinq &pecimens you see to me in Pel room 1!8. I will be quite grateful. Thanks, Mark qruns steve is look ,,. for a roommate to share his house on Po1nc1.ana Dr. (right HoJo's) starting at the of the ISP period. Call Steve at 355-5741 or leave a note in Box 117. 3

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by Phil Lumsden That bentembryo, folded and elbowed tight, knelt and held like life. Time always took its toll; and hymns rolled like unclipped leaves, still, wet. He'd never liked to bet. Odds were always off, and debts p!led like that Sunday chit, jabbering, talk incessant of God and Heaven, and hadn't you better eat something, can't quit playing for the lack, the trying hours we've all to weather yet. But chapel and breast allowed, he'd rather remain silent and unfed, no oil on his lips, no headcrowns issued, no peasants bowed, No nightmared schrapnel, good lead buried deep in a gash, no night sights of good men ash, only dark, quick breath before the dread. they enter and leave they come and 90 and never know they never know who you really are or what they do but they change you in praise of machines that take you further than you ever you could go the sounds they make the vays they take will scatter all that you know where where is the one vi thout a name withOut a game to play over here here is the sun inside the smile please stay awhile and all of the trees along the road are catchinq fire and catching my eye the ti-is late the distance is great while you live inside a sigh you you are t.he one who touched my heart who played a part iD all that I see and all that I wish nothiD9 to fear while you are here t>y s. Eaton by Douglas Sedgwick FQllacy, Falsity, tickle me not. Beware my familiarity Virgin eagerness loosed and proud, befitting the feat of vulgarity. Once told Twice tempted Weak for the lack of release slipping shaking sliding soothing shaken shattered shattered shattered sleep by CJ.ndy Moped My period COII!eS Two days after, always The new moon. My calendar will prove 1t. Waterwei9ht gain makes wearing Jeans impossible and loose clothes give me case of the frumps. My breasts become veiny blue and cumbersome to work around. I wouldn't want my man to touch me nO'ol; I 'm .not so sure. I feel so tender .. cranky I'm fee ling cranky tender Just leave me alone But please don't leave. How goes it with the moon 4nd me? Ever met yourself too 111\lch? too fast? too soon? too too too too unprepared? walking along and here you come around a corner, and you meet yourself. And you can't tell them to leave, cause they're you. And you can't freak them out, by 'mountain gi h II s s i cause they're better at it than you. 1 So you meet yourself, By the light of candles and pWilpk.in eyes. And through a lysergic haze, you can't see who it is. Butyou know. stop mind. stop head. stop Walk on by what's facing you. Tell them to fuck it. But you don't. you don't do that. you don't do that at all. In this crazy freaking night Everyone is meeting themselves, And there's no one to ask--Hey, is this me? What is this? Is it a trick? a Prank? Some one say 'Boo' and stop it. And what if this were you? what if you'd flown through parties and good times, Then suddenly you come to a party as yourself. Only you think you're different. You're a witch-: a piratea vampire your own creation You think you've disguised. But youre you. And you vlalc around as this other person. This other make-believe Then-two armed two headed creature. you meet yourself. o ; gc cr. hi >r lol 'uc ISS hi: .. s 4ll un

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[i by Bill Pa::-k "I've got it! I'll be the Sweet Transvestite from Transylvania! Nobody else would thinlc of dressing as a Rocky Horror character--and I'll make it the best costume there!" He immediately set out to arrange his outfit for the Halloween Palm Court Party. Everything from silver fingernail polish to lavender pantiesand when he tried it all on, he indeed looked divine. "I spent at least twenty dollars on this stuff--it better win or I'll b e pissed. Let's see--what else could I do. More malce-up--yes, I need more Be immediately went out of his room and over to the student parking lot. Stepping into the little red sports car his father had given him on his sixteenth birthday, he wondered how much it would cost to have it painted gold. soon he was wrecklessly weaving in and out of traffic on 41, all the way i.,to Sarasota. "Damn these old fogies, he thought. "They shouldn't even give them licenSes after they're sixty-five. They're all blind as bats. Inside a women's fashion boutique, he soon had selected two more bottles of expensive make-up. "Eight dollars? Jesus Christ--what the Hell do they put in this stuff-gold?" "Sir, this brand is our most expensive--if you'd like, I'll show you a cheaper one. "No--it's probably worse. give me these. He carefully counted out the eleven dollars and paid for the merchanr two. How many do you want?" "'Three" "Three? God--you'll be off your ass! You sure you want that much?" "Yes! I said three, so give me three God damn it!" "OK, OR--just be careful. Have you ever tripped before?" "Oh sure--lotsa times. Bow much are these, anyway?" "Three bucks a hit." "OK--lets see, all I got's a twenty. "Well, I've got a ten, but no ones. Wait--I might have change of a Iollar. Hold on He cut him off. "Just give me the God damned things and keep the :uckin buck." Walking out the door he thought to himself "geez, he's an .sshole. And greedy too." Later he thought, "I wonder how you do these .hings up, anyway. Maybe I should only do two--after all, I've never tried S.D." Later, after the rain had let up and the band had started playing, he alked out into Palm Court, gayly strutting to show off his costume. He urmered "God I feel weird--maybe I sr.ouldn't have eaten all three." He walked along, bothered by the tight muscles in his stomach and dazzled by the colors before hie. up to the stage he vatcbed trio jammed with energy and enthusiasm. were clearly having a good time playing students. Mad As Bell play for a minute. The Though their name was angry, they their music for the New College "You suck!" he yelled, as he walked away into the mass of personae. Though he was higher than he'd ever been in bis life, he went straight to the beer and filled up a tall glass--soon he was back for more--and more, and more and more. Whatever inhibitions he had had to start with, they were nov nowhere to be found. He swaggered along the wall, kicking bottles into Palm court. The tintinabulation of their shattering caused him to break any glass in sight. But the terrible thing was not that half the people at the party were in their bare feet--no, it was that he wasn't breaking bottles. He was killing people. After finall y being restrained by someone in better possession of their senses, he set out to further gratify his id. Soon he spotted what be wanted. I'm gonna fuck her eyes out, he thought. And indeed, about five minutes the two were involved in an-inebriated discussion about bizzare sexual practices. "Well, I h ate people who call me gay--but I have slept with other men. But it was only because they turned me on, and I believe that should be the only motivation entering any relationship. By the way, you turn me on, you know. "Really! I uh well thanks--! mean I'm a first term student and all that. I've never been t o one of these Halloween parties before--it's so wild! having a great "Well, why don't we go back to my room and smoke a joint or something?" oK "By the way, what was your name again?" The next morning at around noon, the pretty girl was back at his door. After about thirty seconds of intermittent knocking, he finally opened it in a hostile manner. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was dishevelled. "Oh it's you, he said, barely looking into the eyes of his latest lover. "I just wanted to say thanks for last night--and here, I brought you a cup of coffee because I thought you might be a little hung over." He almost grabbed the cup our of her hands, and gruffly remarked "Thanks, but I was going to sleep all day. I'll talk to you tomorrow. slam* She ran back to her room in tears, crossing Palm Court on her It looked like a deserted battlefield. "God damn it, now I can't fuckin sleep!" He angrily threw on the closest clothes he could find and slowly walked to Hamilton Center. The whole way his head was down and he frowned as well. He bought a Sunday paper, set it down on a table, and went into the cafeteria. After coming back with an elaborate omlet, hot chocolate and a sticky bun, he started looking at his paper. First he looked at the funnies, with great interest. Then he turned to the editorial section. The first headline that caught his eye was "The Lost Art of Love. Be read the first few lines and angrily turned to the next page, muttering corny bullshit. S

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---recorded by Michael r don't know how I came to be; sitting here. I don't see the world I wsed to know; all around. I don't feel the earth I know; turnim, beneath me. I don't know how I came to be; sitting here. to be; sitting here. here. BLACKNESS The shadows.grew and forced away the light. Distances could no longer be Judged, as po1nts of reference gradually became part o( the void. It spread outward, ever outward from its point of origin, creating an illusion of mass1veness although it was neither substance nor space. It was the lack, the want, the emptiness. An empty box with no walls 1t: BLACKNESS; invaded with no malice or desire; for it was merely the of and the presense of nothing. A th1ng, that was not a thing, which had no properties or structure except for the_lack of these; yet it seemed to have a life, a Force, or rather that wh1ch is, perhaps, the negation of life and Force. BLACKNESS I don't know how I came to be; sitting here. The Earth is too small To contain my spirit. So I roamed the globe For many wasted years. The Search I continued Was unknown to me. What was I looking for? What would I see? I don't know how I came to be; sitting here. know how dont REDNESS to be here. Faintly, it qJ.owed. At last the power sparked to life. A creation; a wholeness in the emptiness of it's abode. Pure and clean except for minute remnants of that which was before, it pulsed and warmed all that it came into contact with. The blood of a dieing sun; the heart of a wild rose paled and faded before REDNESS. As it built upon itself, the power within initiated the creation of more energy. The color of passion, heated and strong en-gulfed and purified all that was and all that was not. without substance, it too, had Force, yet it's force was a pos1t1ve, a real not imaginary one. Although it contained no intelligence, except that of survival, it lived. I don't know how I came to be; sitting here. I don't know why I came to be; sitting here. I don t know when I carne to be; sitting here. I don't know what I came to be; sitting here. I don't know who I came to be; sitting here. I don't know how I carne to be; sitting here. I came to be; I don't came sitting here. BLUENESS Smaller and smaller; space seemed to collapse in upon itself. The whirlwind drew all power and substance into it's vortex. Inexorable yet calm spirals flowed and twisted inward; inward, forever inward. As that which existed in the outermost regions was drawn closer and closer toward the unseen center, changes (imperceptable at first ) climaxed in an outpouring of form that was; a form neither substance nor energy. This form had properties unlike those properties possessed by the ordinary. Radiating outward, it pushed upon substance speeding inward_causinq an ever-so-slight reverse wind. The light formed from the react1on between the unlik.es was blue. Brighter towards the center because of tbe increased contact, this BLUENESS was a light: cold and shining. The system was warm from the wind of substance mingled with energy and cool from the BLUENESS it produced. BLUENESS I came to be; SITTING HERE. I I TO BE; I I saw the problem. I looked and saw. I don't know how DON't I came to be; sitting here. white---know 7.

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Cha:p-::l!r : :::e Joe= Phil-ips t:.l!dia-::1!17 to his hotel room and collectI!C -'1-S t:::o:Jgl: ts :,n tr.l! case. 3e was .i=e:::.sely :;:leaseessible. :ie vould swi.J:l straight out to sea !or a llal! aile. and swim down ;t alf mile Ulltil he was directly out boating club. was no way he could approach the dock !ro111 land because there was alway:s a aecu r). ty guard on duty at the club. and hi! d!.dn' t (azaks to know lie was bei!lg watched. He would swim directly in to thl! boat under water. aake his l.nve.atigatlon. and swi.:ll out again, Ullderwater. He could then make hie vs:r back to the beach. .lt 7 :'50 he put on his sandals ;u:d went back to the bar for a to call!l his nerves be!ore ti:.e :tiss1on. Vhile he drank he he !e t someone watca!Lg he it down to h nervousness and he experienced -2before he did U!portar.t or dan[eroua. He had just !lnishtd h.is drink ar.d risen !roo his table when he noticed two faces in a dark corner t::at looked va;;uely f=il!ar. Of course! Tyler Estler ;md Cary Gilm;m. Be glanced at his watch--7:45. tbe for a quick chat, .so he valkl!d over to their table and cheertully said, .. ,ell i! it i:sn't Tyler and :::ary! It's good to see you. now's 1t going?" Tyler !:stler said in a tone, "'iell hello, John. 'ihat brings you back to Sarasota?" "Oh, I'm just down for a quick vacation. Cary., it's been awhile. have you been up to?" "Just John was worried by their lack o! entt.usia.sm. Could they be connected with Razaks? It was impossible! Tyler picked up a cigar and began to reach !or his That's funny, thougnt :ohn, I never knew Tyler to smoke cigars be fore. ,.,.ell Cary, you've certainly been doing your 'hanging around' in the sun. r. 'le ahays knew Gary, his leh.ind his back, and be was sitting on a stool, IIO his hands and feet were directly UIIder biJn. Hog-tied would have been an accurate description. ':'yler came over and sharply slapped his cheeks in an attesnpt to revive him. John sluggishly regained full consciousness as be opened his eyes. 'tlha t he took in him wish he could coamu t d auieide. Tyler stood next to a black box hom which two elec:h'O es sprouted. Se looked around the room and noted a pistol vi th a si lencer, a black bag some lead divers' weights. and finallY standing next to door only a yard !rom a table with anoth:ew pistol that was also equipped with a silencer. He il:llDediately leethe score. They would squeeze the truth out o! hilll by trici ty to rack the sensitive parta of his body and then /aump would shoot him, throw hir.l into ths bag with the veights an him into thl! Gulf that evening. Harvey would realize that John vas would send the next aa.n in the section, killed by Kuaks, az;d hi agent HopetullY John

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-3-s"..:ccessor wouldr.' t approacl': KazaJcs w!. th a cavalier atti t'<.lde. :or.n had heard tr.at K04 was more of that would take precautions :;o prese:-;e his o ... r. ll.fe. his for a way escape !reo the precicacer.t. There was only one cnance. Yes! These were fr.e sandals the double-bladed in sole. Ee twisted tr.e cater. pulled knife out of his it 1n his right hand and started away at the ropes with barely perceptible strokes. ':'yler smiled and said, "At last ::!:e Cod of ::at .Sci. :neets t:-.e Lone of :;at. Sci.--a.."ld tl-.is ti=e :.or.e ":lo!f' is c.CH ., to dn. You =iii".t say I've t:.ot yoa by tt.e !:alls!" '!'yler's soft, tectorin;; voice frayed Jolm's ner:"';es !'"ne old nicknames meant nothinc;, but at least tc.ey [,aYe Jo::n sooe ::;ore tl.:r.e to execute his last-ditch effort. ?ir.a!ly :'yler's voice shot at him, "Ckay, wha:; do you know about
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1985, Anthony Burgess by Gary ACTBOR'S NOTE: The author is not an intellectual, only a pseudointellectual. This is a culture article. After reading it, you can go to parties and quote this and pretend you read the book. A book is a paper and cardboard thing with printing in it. You should look at one before the end of the term. The thing with the naked women and lewd jokes is called a Throw it away. Anthony Burgess, best known as the writer of A Clocltworlt Orange, offers another vi-of Enqland in the future in 1985. The book is about 250 paqes of which half is the novel itself. The first hundred pages is a straightforward political, moral, and literary analysis ot Georqe Orwell's !!!! The discuasioo of 1984 is excellent--if you ever need some ideas for a paper on Orwell, check th1s out. Burqess discusses where Orwell's version of the went wronq, and what he (Burgess] thinks it really be like. Actually, Burqess points out, 1984 is not so much a vision of the future, as a not-too-exaggerated of the t1me the book was written [1948). Burgess argues convincingly that 1984 is actually post-war London. England is too liberar-fo become a 1984 totalitarian state, contends Burqess. Be sees a kind of totalitarian-anirchy arising froM the complete domination of England by the Trade Unions. Every possible cccupation except poet, housewife, and dog is unionized. The government has socialized every thing. The government is also run by the unions. Since every wage demand is met, inflation runs rampant. If demands are not met, every union related to the aggrieved union goes on sympathy strike, and chaos ensues. Another aspect of 1985 is that consumerism has become an end in itself. Education has sunk to a-socialistic "levelling in which study of music consists of reading rock lyrics, drama is The Mousetrap and "The Carpetbaggers (by Harold Robbins), etc. Television consists of shows like sex Boy" and "Road Floozy. History consists of the history of unions. Consequently real scholarship becomes anti-state. Roving street gangs recite Greek and Latin as they terrorize passersby. They use the money to support the bums, who are unemployed college professors. You get the idea. To make things worse, England, or Tucland [from Trade Union as it is now know, is owned lock, and tavern by Arabs. Burgess sees the end of "elitist" educations and communistic classless ness as the end of civilization in the old sense of the owrd. His political stance is as far to the right as can be found in England, I'm sure. He be that although everyone has rights, no one recaynizes a sease of duty. The Society of 1985 allows religion and Bartok and Beethoven and Plato, but net for public teaching, because these t.ave nothing to say about syndicalism and only foment inequality. Although I am a right-winger myself, I think Anthony Burgess has spoiled his effect by going a bit too far. From a literary standpoint, the novel is lacking in plot and direction. The action is merely a vehicle for a discussion of the hero's anti-socialist anti-syndicalist argument against the arguments of "the system. By making Tucland into a wholly syndicalist society and taking socialism to its ridiculous extreme, Burgess has to a large extent set up a straw man to knock down. The ending of the book, the end of the hero, is not very interesting. We know what's going to happen and we can dredge up little emotion when it does. Like A Clockwork Oranqe, 1985 contains much violence and sex. The hero deplores it, the l.ntellectual-rt.uggers try to explain it or justify it intellectually, and the population at large fails to see the immorality of free sex, incest, and allowing one's neighbors to be beaten up. 1985 is an excellent political read as such it is 125 odd pages of it that are the novel, unfortunately, make very red1ocre l1terature. One doesn't have to be a genius to see the points I've rnade in this.review, Burgess hammers them home relentlessly. One thing he is r1ght about, 1n Enqland, as in any other country, an enterprise run by the government is a business ruined. 10 I arn alone in silence. Surrounded by entities. The brook sings to me Leaves twitter and Pall. glubglubglubluraluraloo tumble Things crackle. The brook sings beside me lalaleeleeyuraradl Tiny ferns crawl clinging around and sticks bridged from grey island to island. The brook sings weeweeweeuh between jungle rocks. groups of immobile pilqrim soldiers march eaqerly across a loq, While sentries balance precariously from perches Tall green reach upward and the brook sings from afar shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeh Brown dirt shines undermossy-edged roofs. Barely discernible specks float in the air above moss-mouthed caves. Dull leaves scatter on the oases, the jungles, and drown peacefully rippling under the liquid jewel. Cool shiny jewel over flat ridged stones. pouring softly from the smooth jagged edge. I touch the shininess, spread my hand over the stone, press harder, harder, As I watch, the stone loses its liquidness, not even a trickle from the cl.ff. I've altered Nature's magic. Awe flows into me. I raise my band to see the jewel resume its course. Green hangs from everything. Thin silk flashes between sterns. The brook sings behind me brrrrr Trees around me shiver Gnats shiver Big round pastel green leaves shiver as they hang from swaying sticks A lone grass shivers My fingers shiver. The clear brook sings around me. melting together in ecstasy further downstream. I find my thumb clenched within my fingers, buried there like a child. --Julie Herrod

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by Mark Bruns The Trail and Camp.iag Jl.ssociation will have purchased close to a thousand dollars worth of equipment by the end of this tern, including one tent, three jungle hammocks and two canoes with With this equipment we (the students) can go most anywhere in the state, providing there is enough student interest. If you have the wilderness fever (as I and want to go on some trips over the whole year or borrow some of the Trail Association's equipment, you must fill out the form soon to be put in the Student Affairs office and return it to box 70. In the coming week I will try to get an organizational meeting together for all of those interested enough to have filled out a form. Note: this is the first and last notice given to become a part of this year's Trail Association; keep an eye out for the Trail Association signbord. Thank you muchly all you contributing types: Mark Bruns Rico Sp1.nnutti Bill Park Roqer Bachman Gary Berkowitz Bill Swanson Michael Wujtowicz Molly Hoopes Douglass Sedgwick S. Eaton Steven DaVerne Phil Lumsden Julie Herrod Cay-lyn Cindy Moped Charles Treadwell Greg Vickers--editor

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