Thursday, October 14,1971
THAT’S BESIDE THE POINT
subtitled: as little children
by Samantha Bower
One very hot summer day,
I thought I would visit my
friends, Sandy and George, so I
did. But Sandy wasn’t there, just
George. So he invited me up and
up we went. In the tiny living
room were two enormous
people. I mean fat, big, both of
them. One was David and the
other was female, and I can’t
remember her name. Both of
them were attired in glasses and
nothing else. They didn’t have
any clothes on at all. TTiey
invited me to remove my
clothes, but I was freaked out
enough and declined. Anyway,
we had coffee and cigarettes and
talked a lot about a lot of very
interesting things. George also
kept his clothes on, because he
had to answer the door if
necessary. These people were
from a big university, which
shall go unnamed to protect my
two naked buddha friends.
There they taught school and
grew very special kinds of weeds
and cacti, and made many magic
potions for the cleaning and
expansion of people’s heads.
In a moment of quiet, the
lady, for so she was, reached
over and took my hand in
friendship. We sat in silence,
enjoying the touching. Then she
asked me if anyone had ever
entered my head to free it. Not
understanding, I looked to
George for guidance. He said the
only way to find out if I liked it
was to try it. So, trusting George
to know what was good for my
head, I placed my consciousness
in her hands. It went like this...l
closed my eyes and tried to
totally relax, and clear my head
of everything. I was at first
Socolow
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Edith Socolow studied fine
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She has won many awards and
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totally aware of my physical
body. Both my hands and both
my feet were touching. First I
lost the awareness of contact in
my feet, then I couldn’t tell that
my hands were touching each
other. I got scared and opened
my eyes. The lady was looking
directly at me, and was diaking
her head. She asked me to stop
fighting, as I was stronger than
she, and she couldn’t force me
to do it.
So I closed my eyes again and
relaxed. The feelings of
sensation again faded away and I
was no longer aware of even the
act of breathing (later George
told me I was breathing at about
half my normal rate). I felt as if
my body was making a very slow
backwards sommersault. This
feeling continued until I was
free-falling in space. It was very
light, but not bright, and soft,
slow, warm, and liquid easy.
Thought was not even in
existence. Nothing was needed
here by my consciousness given
over through an act of
self-denial, ego-denial,
recognition of the oneness of
our twoness, or whatever. That
is what she did, for friendship.
There is no moral to this
story. What I got out of the
experience was this—a continued
search for the me inside me; the
loss of fear of physical death in
the recognition of a possible
spiritual birth; the ultimate trip
without drugs; the ocean of
existence within myself and
everyone. I found myself
through someone else who is
also me. Bless you, my'twin fat
naked buddhas, for showing me
the nakedness of my clothed
mind.
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Words From The Other Side or
Even in Disneyland
by Gregg Crescenzo
Has it occurred to any other
citizen in Cam-pus that there
just seems to be something out
of sync in this mythical paradise
of warmth and wonderment. All
the conforts surround, envelop
and lick us daily-trying to keep
us from our appointed rounds;
but in all our womb-like
splendor, this subtle nagging
swosh of a feeling invades the
pulsing tranquility.
Walking with the Ravine one
day, hand in bush and branch in
ear, following the Hansel and
Gretel by-pass which meets the
yellow brick road at the
enchanted Ravine interchange, a
thought struck me. “Hey,” I
said, “why don’t yah watch
where your goin’, are yah try in’
to kill me or somethin’.” The
thought just swayed for a
moment and then WOW! just
like that, I knew what the
missing link was-revealed to me
in a tremor equal to what the
great philosopher Dumpty must
have felt as he decided to seek
reality at the bottom of the wall.
What Cam-pus needs is a subway
system; a stale aired damp
detergent sterile tomb, urine
painted, keep off the third rail
type of a subway.
Think of it, the CSS (boom
bah)), why construction alone
would pay the taxes of all the
citizens in Cam-pus for at least a
long time, and with planned
extensions to Pittsburgh and
Philadelphia it just might be
completed for the Second
Coming. We have all the facilities
right in Cam-pus to do the job,
Engineering citizens to design
the system and operate the
trains; Social Science citizens to
plan the route and study the
deviate behavior that might
occur; Education citizens to
PSEA CONDUCTS
FIRST MEETING
The “First” Meeting of the
Capitol Campus PSEA “Fall”
Term was held on Thursday,
October 7 at 8:00 p.m. in Room
212 (Air Room) of the
Administration Building. Andi
Verna, Capitol Campus PSEA
President, over the
meeting which discussed service
projects, committees and ended
with an election of the Chapter’s
Vice-President.
PSEA is considering working
in such areas as conducting a
program and display for the
upcoming “Parents Day” Open
House to be held on Saturday,
October 30' tuto r!
There Are
teach other citizens proper use
of a subway; Humanity citizens
to All its hallow tunnels with
assorted graffitti and suicide
attempts-yes we do have the
all-around community needed
for a sucessfully operated
system.
I propose a list of probable
underground connections; The
Shang Cafe (for those night owl
citizens forgotten under a table
the evening before.), the
intersections of Kirtland and
Mars, Weaver and Mars; then to
the land of the Dorms, from
there to the Apart-ments of
University, with the last stop the
Ville of Venders. If any citizen
has an alternate plan, please
submit it to the Cam-pus
Subway System Committee, c/o
THE CAPITOLIST.
Our next step after accepting
a plan would be to get a bond
issue on the ballot in the coming
election, then we’d get “VOTE
YES ON THE BOND ISSUE”
bumper stickers.
When the route is completed,
we can import a few top notch
union panhandlers and drunks
from any part of the state, with
at least two years experience and
references, then through yellow
journalism we can report
attempted rapes, homosexual
advances and indecent
exposures, all of which would
open the door to a union K-9
patrol (what subway would be
complete without them); and
lest we forget two Jehovah
Witness members to disburse
leaflets and the word (no not
that word!). Yes, we’ll be well
on our way to re-living the days
of yester year (what in the hells
a yester) when it was a thrill a
second on the lonely rails, men
were men, and the Lone Ranger
never took a bath.
for the Middletown Area and an
Elementary/Secondary Ed Book
Program to be managed through
the assistance of, the campus
library. A Program Committee
and a Committee on the
Problems of the Education
Student (PSEA’s COPES
Program) were formed. Mike
Dini, a junior, was elected
Vice-President of Capitol
Campus PSEA.
Capitol Campus PSEA officers
include: Andi Verna, President;
Crystal Murray, Secretary and
Marcy Olshansky, Treasurer.
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war ( fr ° m po
But mud holes and indignities
were not reserved for the women
entirely. After the battle, most
of the warriors displayed
evidence of suffering in these
horrible pits.
Complete mayhem reigned on
the battlefield. The forces
became like mobs with no
leadership and with little left of
the battle plans. Espionage units
were the only ones who
sucessfully carried out their
objectives. These clever people
were assuming the markings of
the opposing tribe and
sabotaging entire enemy
squadrons.
The war finally ended when
UN mediator, Mike Bauer,
arranged a cease-fire on the field.
Both armies were badly
splintered but fought
tenaciously right to the end. The
somewhat shakey cease-fire is
still in effect at this writing, but
with feelings running high, no
one will say for sure that
another war will not erupt.
In most battles, it is the field
that takes the most punishment.
This was no exception. What
used to be a verdant field is now
covered with remnants of the
war. The park service is deciding
now whether the mud holes can
ever be repaired so that families
can picnic on the grounds if a
National Park is established on
the site.
The only reported damage,
however, was one broken
window, wet, wet halls and
walls, One cut on a warrior’s
head, one nearly broken toe,
assorted scrapes and bruises, and
one skin reaction brought on by
the use of a fire extinguisher (a
weapon which had been
outlawed previously by the
U.N.).
Tribal custom is to remove
the dead immediately, so a body
count was impossible. Observers
at the battle estimated that
about 300 people were involved,
not including the Meade Heights
ear guard who stayed behind in
jxpectation of a Dorm attack
which never came.
No winner was named
although both sides claimed the
victory. It was evident that the
war took its toll on the
participants, but at the time of
the UN settlement, the battle
could have raged for hours.
As peace-loving people, we
hope that this was a war to end
all wars. But if the treaty should
break down-say, in the spring,
maybe, when its warm and
sunny and nice to be out having
fun (perish the thought, tsk,
tsk)-we will be there to give you
all the gory details. If this does
occur, it is expected that the
battle will be even worse, with
each group defending its turf
and fighting for truth, justice
and those goddamned water
hoses.
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