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EDITORIAIJ 11, s been a ( .gh week all aro1 nd. r irst of all, I go4 over involved with useless Medieval Fair crap. It vns 1 ye .. ty fc,L -t,Lo ,gh, I must say. Then, IVwrday morning, tired and bedr agglc:d, I dragged rriJSE::-l:f ovc1 to tre a.:rrort and bearded a plane for WASHINGTON, D.C.--TKE NAT10N'S CAP I AL. The w".ole trip was really rus':.ed ar.d l'm in no better shape now that I'm bac}t than I was w"'en I left. I h8. ve to apo: o6 z e i ,:E''1eral 1'or the rush job on the last issue--bllt when you're c orr ir.g out weekly, can .ty eXJ ct ir they will all rush JO' s, There will invariably e typos a,, soris o: L errorso Last week, the worst errors made, in or were 1: e ones en 1,he fr,nt cover in the Yeats poem of the same title as this magazine. First, the w0rd t>olQ_1ers ''-=>-te't gping instead of g_rmg ir 1: e 1.1-. pr"r.v"Byzar.t TT." ..... s J.., rest ir. Engl ish. ')f which is tl1e word. Secord of all, i 1Y.tPd l' "'ry sorry about these .'1istakes, re'lce I lave cl)os..en to re-sllo ,,ld r irt-tf ..tlly ar1pear. Point of fact: i poem is one o! '",he I'd also like tko tha'lk Angie f1c emergency short-order typ1ng for the mag. last week as vell as Chris Martin and St. san ( 1-forget-her-last-name) for emerger.cy colating services rendered These are three of the 'li.cest people r:.n ca.:mpl"S. In addition, I would like to thank Henry Smyth and 7epley for not oi tch r.g ar-;ut tr.e interview which they granted me when they were, to put J:-C">litely, shit-faced on :heir ass (i.e. dr .. mk). They could Lave t.hat the article I wrote was wt all PrcoMpassing enough, they didnt, so god bless 'em, every one. l .at.:.o.r, ar.d my baccalaureate draws ever nearer. I am still waiting f r t e surprise 5,000 page revision which I feel sure Dr. Knox is savirg for the last minute. Who knows wnen i.t w1ll Pl raps r:;ver. Impotence is a strong sign of anxiety over one's work. I don't know I said that. Last week, a1l o MY friends were in crisis situations of one sort of another. Somehow, I in the middle of no less three at once. I mean intense in-group type crises wr are only posoicle at a *.,he "ncestuous socjal dyr.amics of New College. -J..r -.. -r-'

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EDITORIAL {continued) Because I went away earlier this week, I decided to scrap the faculty opinion issue at least until I have more time to organize it. Instead, I have put together some relevant material which would simply not be available if it weren't for this publication. NEXT WEEK -Expect the faculty opinion and in two weeks,expect an issue which I have tentatively titled "Zen Stories Or How I Beat Up An In.11ocen Guru For The Love of Art." I'm sure that issue will be lots of laughs. One other thing, I have decided that in order for a dynamic environment to exist at New College, everyone needs someone to focus their animosities on. A kind of brotherly hate. So, now that mid-terms are drawing closer and close it might be time to tap into this store house of bitterness. Tell that person who's beeu ar_r.oy ing you, s.:.nply by his pre sense at the dinr,er table that you never WFlant to speak with hi.m/her again, and if that doesn't work, stEJU his/her lover, make hi.m/her look like an asshole in class, talk loudly about him/her behind his/her back. It could be lots of laughs. Ashamedly yours, --Herb. Monday, April 17 HIS WEEK'S A SOLO \10VIE: : IEUR VERDOUX (U.S. 1947, 123 min /w) Written, produced nd directed by Charles haplin. Abandoning is tramp character, haplin's film was failure in 1947, but as re-released in 1964 to tremendous acclaim and success. $1.04 2: JO, 7 & 9 April 24: THE HOMECOMING ANDY WARHOL'S BAD .19761 Andy Dlrel:t r: Jed Johnson Cat: Carroll BaiCkett and George Abag tllllo wrote the script which. on a professional level, a good piece of craftsmanship. Afl and tech nical fets of the production are SarorJ.a-'1 S{,.,Jay 9 j>,., 110 mm: (C) $250 deeo'pannerJ. GnJnd Guignol comJv A wt of rl>e film Q r.alcen 1Q1 with WBtchlng Mrs. Aikf!n vpefll tiW'S t wor*, .nd it'S these >uquenct1S that ha..o land! the film ir:r X recin_q. It r .-88n$ ta be outrageous." New Ycrk Tltrn'JS superior." Varicty "A rrwvie wirh something to offend absolutely everybody." New York Daily Now
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H.eeltap Digs I have seen the hoods on Nev Haven drinking hot cough syrup: early in Branford, on towards Cos Cob, catching robitussen acid, Norwalk and Stamford, walking caase Vi to took the bua up to White Plains to '\'isi.t soae college girl, and Bi!f flipped the dinghy out near Long Island, aashole, so you walk cause whos gonna pick up anxious boys on the turnpike? I h ve seen raylor Street hookers leaning into cop cars ltl. th y-ellow underwear, the weather vould turn so the cops'd go inside, rowed on porches waiting :for lunch, grinning cause Friday's payday and Ginger's treating tor pizza, aDd the ie-minute john couldn't come. The girl lese control oYer a pan ot tortillas, even later, in bed, flipping like an evil strobe, slapping her hysteria: stinking Hex:ican stud, seeding her ill Montreal with the Illlnigr.e.tion breathing heavy and the clinic wanting papers: spitting saline, safecrackers--Reuben, it was a boy. The old wo an with her ltetween h.er the kids with scabies. Kike and BoDerta fleeing Puerto RiC{) rtth two keys ot hor-ae, jumping hail and pleading freedom to her parents: her party Kike returned downstairs and you could still smell the horse, she aplainin' that he' a just drcnk .. -.rhil Lumsden

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I So Vou THINK-I "fouvt. G4T A &tl> (( OOf\'\ (J THIS ROOMATt IJ.H.\5 A RAL A6. He Al..WAYS AW Att. N".,1' W tH HIS 5t:\Tf\NIC. l'Hf H sc RE.A WAl 13 I'D N6tJ&*'I I 8111' ..-Is A Nf6W1'!.Y Sttc.RIFI(;E, wtal I r-J F\ TO"fftL i"6SS.

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Jethro Tulls Heavy Horses is now out on Chrysalis Records The most important thing to know about this album is that Ian Anderson bougfu a large country estate-farm outside London and got married shortly thereafter. Since that time his music has shown a fascination witi"JJ rustic British manner life and the attendant flora and fauna. Last year's release,Songs From The Wood, clearly widened into a new direction for Tull. Heavy Horses takes the Wood theme further. ':Phe songs are about big old houses, the fi.rst moth of sum.'Tler, horses, field mice, cats, and weather cocks. The unifying theme is a romantic, nostalgic, almost sentimental statement about Anderson's devotion to this simple life and the of modern urban life upon it. The crew on this album is the same as S.F.T.W. Ian Anderson does superb and {for once) flute work, along with acoustic guitar, mandolin, and occasional electric guitar. As usual, he wrote and produced the whole affair. Martin Barr plays the electric guitar unobtrusively but well. He has no solos on this album as on past efforts like ijinstrel In The Gallery and Benefit. John Evan, as usual, is fine on piano and organ. Barriemore Barlow plays drums and percussion, and John Glascock shows us some very competent bass guitar work, while David Palmer plays portative pipe organs and other key boards, in a.ddition to his usual role as orchestra conductor. Heayy Horses is smooth, refined, melodic, even. There is almost no "hard" rock, no real weak spot, no potential top-ten hit ... The musicianship is excellent, the disc well mixed, well produced, professional. In short the album is a hell of a good listen. As Ian Anderson says, "Critics should not make judgements about what's good." Their only function should be to discover new talent. Only history will decide what is good." History will decide that this is a very solid, not great, but professional record. Heanr Horses looks like the crystalization of Jethro Tull's new direction. The best songs are "Moths", "RoYer", "One Mouse", and the title cut. nHeavy Horses" dominates the album in terms of length and melodic effort. The chorus of this represents the mood of the whole album. Heavy Horses, move the land under me Behind the and sliding free. Now you're down to the few and there's no work to do The tractor's on its way. To those ho think that Jethro Tull is finished, run out of gas, or just doesnt care any more--Heavy Horses refutes you. It's hard to come up with new EDITOR'S NOTE ON THIS ARTICLE a Despite threats my life and incohe ant assertions and demands (Don't let Berkowitz write another article foz JOU ever againl} l have not backed de Berkowitz will coli tinue to write this paper as lon as he stays withil the clearly define parameters of journalism.

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THE BERKOWITZ BEE-BOP SHEBANG (continued) stuff and be good without sounding monotonously like the old stuff. Minstrel In The Gallery and TooOld To Rock N' Rolll Too Young To Die floundered for a new direction, From The Wood and Horses find it. Thematically, Heayy Horses is closest to Benefit of Tull's old releases. Heayy does not have the monumental quality of Tull's best efforts, Thick As A Brick or Aqual(g but it does have the consistant quality of Stand Up and Benefit although without the crudity or drive of either). ASOLO ROTATES FIVE PLAYS IN REPERTORY SARASOTA, FL. --The Asolo Theatre now has five plays rotating performances in its professional repertory at the Ringling Museums' court playhouse in Sarasota. Currently on stage at Asolo are Tom Stoppard's double-award winning burlesque, "Travesties:" Oliver Goldsmith's 18th-century comedy classic, "She Stoops To Conquer;" Edna Ferber's and George S. Kaufman's spoof on the Barrymores, "The Royal Family;" Sean O'Casey's masterpiece of the Irish theater, "Juno And The Paycock; and IYlOliere' s French farce, "The School F or i ves. '' The week after "Juno" closes {on April 25) in the State Theatre's rep, Shakespeare's "mighty Chronicle of Machiavellian evil," Richard III, wi-ll open at the State Theatre. Asolo is on stage six nights a week, with $1 Monday nights. Standby tickets and standing room few minutes prior to each show if space permits. two bucks ($2). For more info. call 355-2771. movies featured on can be purchased a These tickets are only Not having reservations, we arrived at the Asolo.Theatre thirty mLnutes early, in hopes that some senile old couple front row tickets would forget about Juno And The Paycock, so that we could t k everyone remembered, and we were left with a e their places. p room or no show. We stood. the choice of standing ..fo p;a1c 1/

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Cold thoughts of m\.4-rder creep into the gentlest hearts. What is it that drives New College students to the overwhelming conclusion that the only way in which they will be able to resolve their roommate squabbles is by ripping the life from the other inhabitant of their room? This is a question for deep thought. Indeed, when I first posed the question to myself, I was perplexed, and remained perplexed for several weeks thereafter. Fortunately, I have been lucky in obtaining singles. M y roommates have never lasted terribly long, but was it their fault or my ovn? I resolved that I would try to remember One night in the middle of the school year, I sat up abruptly in bed. A cold sweat was pouring down my cheeks, and my heart was in a state of severe turmoil. The memories began to return. But, I could only grasp tiny fragments, fleeting glimpses of rooms which I had long since abandoned in search of some greater some greater what? The next day, I was eating a quick snack at the snack bar when all of a sudden and for now apparent reason, I decided to buy a container of wild-cherry yogurt. I down at a table, plastic spoon in hand, lifted off the waxed lid of the yogurt C1-tp, stirred my cherry preserves up from the bottom, watching the red smears blend in with the white, and then I took a large gob and lifted it into my mouth. No sooner than the substance had touched the tip of my tongue, then the memories became clear, crystalized into a unified whole. The memories returned in full. Back when the school was private, Charlie was my first roommate. Charlie was from Miami, had a dirty-blonde shag, was a bit pudgy and wore disco clothes--flannel shirts v.ith silver glitter threads running through them. Charlie used to keep a broken pool que behind his bed. He used this jagged edged instrument to jab me in the midst of my sleep. Suddenly, I would dream that I was harpooned in the ribs by Captain Ahab. A m _Cple t later I would wake to discover that I was being tormented by someone far worse. He would stand over me, a twisted malevolent leer on his hideous disco face. r one night, CPArlie's friend from Philadelphia cruised into town. The friend who I will.call T.F. for short was a likable, drug pusher type who liked to maul birds in his spare time. The friend was getting along quite nicely with one Dianna Muffinmouth, ther. a student at New College. Charlie, for his part, had fallen madly in love with the said beauty and was shocked and dismayed at the ease with which his best friend {T.F.) was able to strike up an intimate relationship with the young lady. For my part, I was just too dawn tired to care what was going on. But, it seemed that T.F. and Miss Muffinmouth in the same bag on the floor of our room. Charlie was to the point where every ejaculation from his mouth was loud, ringed with layers o:f locker room hllilleur/vulgarity. In short, he was being, noisy. J< 1 L. <7 J-Y2ti'IT'uN1 r J e o

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ESCAPE (continued) --Hey Dia.r...na, huh, huh, watch me torture my roommate. --Oh Charlie, you're silly. --No, come on. Stop fucking for a second and watch me drive this guy crazy. I through half-open eyelids watched the proceedings from the other side of the room. --Come on Chuck, ol' pal, just smoke some grass and go to sleep. The voice of T.F. trying to quiet down the demon of the damned. --No, come on, watch this, and seizing his pool cue, Charlie lunged at me broken end first. But I was ready for him. I grabbed his book shelf as I went flying through the air narrowly escaping impailing on his jabber and hurled the bookcase at him. He ducked, and the bookcase through the window shattering everyt%hing in sight. --Come on, Dianna, 'r.F. said, heading for a hotel, and fast, and with that they ran out of the room. --You know, Herb, Charlie began on e week later, --We've got to stop fighting, this shit is stupid, know what I mean? --That's what I've been saying all along, I said. --So let's shake on it. He extended his disco palm. Feeling good about this, I decided that I'd buy my roommate a container of yogurt from the snack bar which was then in the pinball room. I knew his favourite flavour was wild cherry, and ignoring the symbolism, I went ahead d purchased a container. Giving Charlie the yogurt he liked would be a reconciliating Eesture. It would reflect the new found good will which was just arrived at between two v aring nations. I walked back to the room, under the stairs, and splatl Charlie had been staked out t the top of the stairs waiting for my return so as to dump a bucket of water on me. What a shlemil I was! ------Ruthless pig1 I screamed and threw the yogurt in his face, He ran into the room and locked the door. I kicked the slats in. So much for my first roommate.

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SESTINA 'J'.ASTES FROM THE AIR: ON A T!\NDEM BICYCLE, EASTER, 1978 1Thus the ,..:orld doth, and evermore sqall Reale. 11 -':"Drayton. 11Not I don't photograph Anymore." God, your haunch-smell Stiffens as our tandem's frame toward Miami Beach. I s.m hU:":iPed Behind you, pumping, as we .take the air. Even the In a black-and-white photograph, Will clump Into silver fleckR. The smell Of a bPach '/; 11 s-:--a...., t, a t e w i t.h j n a f :> arr e You object to frames, To the binding of air At a beach; So you refuse to photograph, To preserve the oyster shells Swirled by into clumps. :'no, 11 you say, nTo c] ump Exoerience into a frame so bad a smell In tbe air.11 But Karen, you photograph Me at thP beach? Well then, let's the beach. ':'hat clu;rp Of there; photograph skin into grain. Come on, frame Me, reel to the air Of pine-breeze. ce.n't ya .Any smftll 4t a crowded beach Be s:i des coconut oi 1? There's tn"''"e in the air A certain lu.np .r.y Jeans tells me--christ my fra.me your photograph! I'm t&sti.ng clumps of -oour t 11 S'.ISe sme :":. This .beach won't. be Like air in a ppotograph. -William Plummer I

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. One good about standing was that we had a good lookout perch. We began for empty on the first floor, and as soon as the curtain closed on the first act, we rust:ed madly through the crowd of perfumed old woruen ru.d red-nosed old men (actually, old women comprised the arge majority of the barking brood which was the audience) to two cho e seats in the third row, situated between two groups of fragile pastel women who s. elled like decaying spring bouquets. We viewed the second and third acts from a completely different and T was finally able to concentrate on the stage activity rather than neck cramps. I_began to see that was a play the Irish struggle against Britjsh rule, nr1th a classjc p ot of an old c:-ea captain (Captain Jack Boyle--"Paycock"--Irish for Ieecock) who is out of work and hassJed by a domineering wife (known as Juno). And uf course, the subplot nv(lves Jerry Devine and "MarY Boyle,an innocent young couple, nnly we find out later that !1ruy isn't so innocent, and ,Jerry isn't so "Di ine". A particularly interesting character was "Joxer" Daly, the Captain's ::trinking buddy. Is a Thomas as Juno, Bradford Wallace as the Captain, ard David S. Howard as Joxer all gave impressive performances. While the acti11g was good in general, several scenes in the second and third acts la ged, and the .ending did not see so tragic as it perhaps could have .,_,e Captajns final line was, "The orld is in a state of chassis (chao)." And my .. d \'as in a similar state, partly from trying to figure out what the problems were 1n the performance, and partly from the effect of the champagne I had consumed during the second intermission. I guess one of the problems as I could not become totally involved in% the performance. Certain scenes on stage dema-Ylded all of my at .... intion, but during many others, T found myself surveying the various scenes going on in the rest of the theatre. A won.an seated behind me whispered loudly to the woman next to her, "I've seen this play eight or nine times--once in Dubl"n and once in LOndon." The other om n ignored her. So, apparently had her husband, and that is why she no we 1t to .e theatre quite by herself. At this point I ignored her too. I focu my back cnto the stage as Captain Boyle repeatPd, "I've still a little spirit left in me still." I thought tat he must also have been drinkir..g champagne during intermissKion. In the closing scenes, hen the stage was darkened and the Boyle family had disintegrated, I oddly touched--by my escort--he was trying to tell me that he had to go to the bathroom. After a. fairly loud roL111d of applause, e left the theatre and decided that, al ays, the best performa.'1ce was given by the audience.

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Oh r ob, tL.r:< nk you for running us o:r: tcday. l'e are so happy= }PrbPrt s. G1. ... ggenheim-editor Phil Lumsden Cary Bt=-..... kowitz Charle1redwell l\im 1\:eene Bill Plummer David Houska -contributors All v s, wha tt. ver they are, are fal e. All truths are false. We do not have any views any false trut'ls or any tr' e fa sehoods. Don't blame us. Iior. !:. bl'r e tre 'Liniversity of Sou.tn Florida. f