October 19, 1972
Welcome to the Land of Nods
and Gasps. There are some little
villages couched in the leafy
green forests. Some of the
houses are quite odd; those are
the houses of the dwarfs,
gnomes, peasants, and other
mushroom beings. They live in
houses that are ten-sided—many
inhibiting walls, mindscapes or
paranoia, and other
misconceptions dealing with
serious academics. Most of the
dwellings are built near conrete
slabs that are laid in adjoining
segments. They resemble islands.
You do need a lifeboat, like a
life support system.
"Last chance for fresh air,"
will automatically register to
your mind from a consciousness
flash. Back home they are called
billboards, but here there aren't
any; just alot of mental
gibberishing screeing in from all
sides bombarding the brain—go
ask Marshall McCluhan.
(Se e —Fire sign Theatre: The
Gamore Expressway. It's on the
map just above Edge City.)
There's a nonregistered side
to this place. No place is really
any better; it's always in the
head. Delarnr used to point to
his head all the time and ask,
"Where's this coming from?"
Regardless, they have a war here,
but I try and stay away from the
front lines. Where ever they are;
they can get you anywhere.
They can't get into your dreams,
but they can kill you in your
sleep; at least I thought, but
they have a funny way of
fighting the war--more efficient
though. They give the people
mind cassettes making life easier.
You just choose the cassette and
plug it in—pratical. They have
state buildings here that were
turned into mental hospitals
overnight. That was a crushing
blow for the enemy, changing all
the cassettes, causing all the
people to become neurotic and
push paper. It took the
government time to adjust, but
now it's socially acceptable.
They got back at the other
gov't by assasinating their organ
player in a gov't building-on the
statistical level alone they got a
million people who were plugged
in on that frequency, and
another million who were
tripping on LBJ; that's a drug
fed to the masses. You could be
hovering over a slab, and
suddenly people around you will
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fall to the earth, excuse me the
slab, lifeless. It's so efficient, life
dropping files into a wastebasket
and burning them. The whole
matter of death is dropped from
a person's cassette—it's like sleep.
Garbage trucks hall the bodies
away.
You remember the dwarfs
and such? Well they don't have
anything to do with mind
cassettes—it's not required by
law, but there's talk of it. If you
don't have a cassette, your
experience of reality is very
detached; they call it
schizophrenia. The mushroom
plants are the strangest; they
have no real ties to anything,
except their sacrifices to their
gods. Crucifying people on
telephone poles, nailing
crucifixes to people's hands, and
eating their noses. Gruesome as
hell. They also do alot of
bitching about politicians too;
they'll go on about their eight
track and quadra-sonic tapes,
and how they're impossible to
reach on any frequency.
The ghomes are the most
hateful of the bunch. You can
see them almost anytime, arms
gesticulating, swearing at the
world—quite madmen indeed.
Most of society laughs at them,
barring them from any
`meaningful dialogue', causing
them only more frustration.
Sometimes they do a little LBJ
just to get in tune to understand
the predicament befitting us all.
I visited one of there
education instutions here;
they're quite adequate. You
choose a track, get on it, and do
the required work. There are
some interesting fields of study
such as Scatology,
Me tapsychopharmacology
(you'd like that),
Hebephrenology. Even Transloid
Meditation, but I didn't have
clearance to know about it.
They have resident idiots here
with equalizers--psychological,
but at the same time theatrical,
they make life more interesting.
Like some guy was shooting
people with a toy gun, and you
know, only two people fell
down--just joking around. You
know how serious these young
mature college students who sit
around all day and have their
heads filled with vegetable oil--so
the darkness in their root-cellar
minds' grows. Gets them in
shape for cassettes.
THE CAPITOLIST
I tried to talk with some of
the students, but in the end I
had to se arch out the
deviates-some of them are
wearing masks and others are
laughing from behind a book,
prop. It's such a ludicrous state
of affairs; doctors teaching the
future when theyy can't even see
the existential surreality of the
present-they'd consider that
unrealistic. By the way, are you
still seeing your
shrink-R.D.Laing? I decided
that I couldn't communicate
with anyone except Zen pinball
so I left. You know-tolerance be
gone. Am I getting like the
gnomes? Maybe-who knows?
It's always my nature to be
serious about everything-even
though the joke is existentially
clear. What would be the „sense
of my giving out one of my
spare eyes-feven though I keep a
few under my pillow-just for
Jefferson and the other Lost
Planet Airmen.
I'll probably come back in a
year; there's a possibility of
getting a job. There are places to
rent, and I just might be able to
get some work done with the
seclusion. Look, if you get a
chance, you should try and
come out of your shell—it gets
lonely out here. At one time I
liked the job I was getting, but
there's more to living than just
being stilted, boring, and
strung-out. Then again -I'm on
an ego trip-though I'm rather
defenseless against normal
pursuits, if there is such a thing.
You might call it my limited
scope, understanding, and being
born ten years too early. I don't
think there's much of a market
for me—there's a better chance
of it here, though.
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Tarnheim
TARNHELM, the Capitol
Campus literary magazine, is in
need of contributions for the
first issue of the year. A table
will be set up in Vendorville
from the 16th-20th of October.
Members of the TARNHELM
staff will be there to collect any
manuscripts from students who
wish to contribute to the
. publication. Your contributions
are needed and will be
appreciated.
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3. Dunnbells
4. Schuylkill
5. Foulballs
6. Spoilers
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Joy
Last Laugh
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John McCormick - 525
Stan Escher - 508
Connie Slater - 387
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