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Re: you guys may like… (Ruth Spivak) II

(from Ruth:)

How some memories fade and others don’t. I slightly remember the girl. I certainly understand how a libertarian could have caused much argument. But I don’t remember him at all.

The head pointer was your invention? How did you communicate before then?

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well, he was a libertarian nerd!

yep, nobody I had known wore head pointers before me. I always was into communicating… Even before I knew how to spell. I was good at connecting with people, getting what I wanted across. But I can’t remember when I could not spell. So my family spelled me out… By breaking the alphabet in half and saying it. If the letter I wanted was in the second half, I would shake my head “no” and they would go to the second half, etc. this is how I communicated most of my life… Still do around the house.

But that did not work with strangers, etc.. They were always trying high tech gadgetry which weren’t practical, but glamorous.

So we are up to Redlands in 1964. I got into a special education program. It was in a wing of a grade school campus [Crafton]. There were two classes. One for grade school kids and one for junior high and high school kids like me. There I had a board with the alphabet divided into four lines. The other person would point to each line and I would nod when he got to the right line, etc. a slow process! The doctors dictated I should learn to type with my hand… The normal way to type! I, my teacher, and my therapists all thought it was the wrong direction. but back then doctors were gods. So three times a week they taped a peg in my hand, put me into a standing box I am not sure how that’s normal!], and for an hour I tried to get the peg through holes on a thick plastic key guard to an electric typewriter… Me sweaty, rubbing my wrist raw. In the year, I may have typed a few words! But I quickly had a practical idea. Put a pointer on a headband… my therapists and my teacher [women] wanted to try my idea. But the doctors [men] vetoed the idea. So for a year I was losing ground on my school work. They were getting ready to drop me from the school because I couldn’t keep up. Meanwhile the news that next year the class would be moving onto the regular high school campus! Then we had a substitute teacher who tried my idea in art class, putting a brush on a headband. It worked! So my regular teacher ignored the doctors and rigged a pointer from tinker toys and an elastic band. It kept flipping down, hitting my nose. But within five minutes I was typing on an electric typewriter, without any key guard or any other special equipment. Everything then changed! Btw, the first thing I wrote was a paper on a one world democratic socialist government! And the rest is history!

Talking to people through my board has intimate qualities. It slows people down, bringing them into a softer, smaller, more focused reality. It also reveals things about them through freudian slips, etc. through the years I have designed the board around the other person who is reading the board, rather than around me.

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

Re: you guys may like… (Steve Zehentner)

Thanks Frank. I love your posts. I will send you my essay on Penny soon. She’s just back in town and we’re gonna work on the Frank Moore/LES Bio edit in the next week. Hi to Linda and all.
Much love,
Steve

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can’t wait, Steve! Miss you guys!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

Re: you guys may like… (Ruth Spivak)

Frank,

I remember John. I remember the “political science club” of which we were the only three members and Mr. Haight was our sponsor, but I don’t remember a newsletter or mimeographing anything. Am I blocking it out? Was I part of that? I just remember being in a very small room, possibly a closet, arguing with you and loving it.

Do you have any copies of those newsletters?

I really enjoyed the article, especially as it told me what happened to you between the time I “lost” you and the 30th RHS reunion when we reconnected. All I knew was I went to UCR, sent you Christmas cards, and after a couple of years you didn’t send one back.

I am sending this to my kids as they have a hard time believing I was ever a radical. (I don’t think I really was, I was just radical in comparison to the ultra conservative RHS! I am still left but not to your degree, I think.)

Anyway, keep sending me these personal emails. I like keeping up with your life as I sit here in my basement doing taxes, and petting cats.

Love,

Ruth

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ah, Ruth, I remember it fondly. Actually we were five. There was the libertarian guy… Thus most of the argument! And there was a goofy tall girl also. The underground paper was called U. S. [United Students]. I may have it in some trunk! They banned John from graduation for handing it Out on campus. I got shit for debating a G. I. who was in Vietnam. He responded to a column I wrote in the school paper. We went back and forth in the paper… People accused me of undermining his morale. I was sat down and told I was ruining the opportunity of the crips who would come after me [it was the first mainstream special education class on a regular high school campus] by being a radical. I didn’t buy it! The goal was to procure the right to be fully human for crips [and for everybody else]… Including being political!

Funny, that was only a couple of years after I got them to try my idea for my head pointer for typing and talking. Now i was causing trouble with my writings! And writing for underground papers opened a lot up for me for years.

Btw, the Xmas cards probably stopped when I moved to Santa Fe to live on communes.

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

a reality check!

I just got a notice that my ssi is going down $37/month. this is because of state cuts. even before this I was operating way below the poverty line. I will be ok because I exist within a tribal reality. But most don’t. I don’t know how they survive. Truth is a lot won’t! Another truth is this is an example of the tax upon the poor… An invisible tax that the governor, etc. who keep yackety-yaking about no new taxes don’t count!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

Fw: New David Steinberg blog post: Sex, Obama Style — What Can We Expect?

I’ve just put up the third post on my new SF Gate blog: “Sex, Obama Style — what Can We Expect?”

SEX, OBAMA STYLE — WHAT CAN WE EXPECT?
David Steinberg
April 10, 2009

What can we expect from the Obama Administration when it comes to the politics of sex?

Is Barack Obama, personally, progressive when it comes to sex?

What role does he see for sex and sex-related issues in his larger political agenda?

Will Obama oversee a radical shift in thinking about how government and sexual behavior intersect?

Or will Obama use sex as a political bone that he can throw to the Republican Right in the hope of neutralizing their increasingly vitriolic criticism of his other policies?

To read the full piece go to:
www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/steinberg/index?
or
www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/steinberg/detail?blogid=74&entry_id=38322

If you feel inclined, please post a comment on the blog, or send me a response via email.

take care,
David

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Obama, a sexual progressive? Not very likely!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

you guys may like…

Hi, guys! Below is a oldie but goodie. I wrote it before the internet hit the public, before the zine movement, before Berkeley had a public access channel, etc. As I told Penny on the show, when I went to the San Francisco Art Institute in the early eighties, I freaked them out. At best they ignored me. But they gave me shit about everything. I didn’t do anything the right way. VHS had just come out. I got a whole vhs system. [that is a story in itself!] They looked down upon vhs as home movie shit, not professional like three quarter inch tape. But vhs was cheaper, lighter, easier to use… Much more practical! So for years I made videos and basically put them in the closet, waiting for channels to show them on.

So one day I was watching the local college television channel and noticed that their general manager had the same name as my best friend from high school in southern California! Ruth, remember John Webb? He was the only longhair in the school in sixty-five. A radical. Ruth, John, and I did an underground paper, with the help of our World Cultures teacher Raymond Haight. Mr. Haight is one of my personal heroes who by example shaped my life.

Yes, it was John, my high school friend! I thought I had it made in the shade! I finally had a channel for my videos! But John was not the same! He had become a yuppie liberal! He would not play my videos… Not because of their content, mind you. But because they were not technically broadcast quality, not professional, people would not watch them because of their form. I argued we needed to expand outside the narrow zone of what was acceptable beyond the prescribed brainwash. The prescribed brainwash kept the Media outside of the grasp of us. Of course the content was the real issue. But for liberals, technical quality is a more appropriate reason for rejection… they don’t have to admit that they are censoring. For years I saw John around town. I always needled him about changing. Of course in high school they couldn’t bar me, their poster crip from graduation as they did John for our underground paper. Of course my fate was sealed when Mr. Morton, our ex- marine right wing journalism teacher came up to me at graduation and said, “you will be a conservative within ten years.” That ain’t going to happen!

The experience with John triggered this essay. Within a couple of years of writing this essay everything opened up… The internet, the zine movement, Berkeley getting its public access channel, etc. and I was ready!

Cultural Subversion
copyrighted 1991 Frank Moore

This will be personal. But the personal level is the key to understanding the cultural, artistic, and political movement which is taking back technology into the personal control of anyone who has something to say, something to create. It is personal technology, anarchistic technology. It is not like cable T.V. which we were told ten years ago would liberate the person by giving him intimate and direct information and communication channels…but which today is simply more channels for the money types who have always controlled the communication flowing through mass media…just more monopolized channels for passive entertainment, selling, and manipulation of information and of reality. The only exception to this is the local access channels which are kept in the closet and are always in danger of being axed by the cable company. These access channels are a part of the personal technology.

Personal technology is basically a slip up of what I have called elsewhere “the combine plot”. I took the term “combine” from the Ken Kesey novel One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. The combine plot is a hidden dynamic system of power, control, and interest that keeps the tools of creation and of effective change out of the hands of the common people. This keeps the people powerless, keeping the power within an elite. The tools of effective change have been kept out of the hands of the common people by false rituals of education, money, and bulky expensive equipment which took a cult knowledge to operate. Added to this maze of creative blocks was the false myths about talent and the acceptable quality levels needed to reach people, acceptable quality levels below which people are trained to not watch or listen.

All of this is too abstract and philosophical. In this article, I will try to pull these issues down into the real world by using my own artistic experiences as a context. But it is important to realize at
the beginning that personal technology, anarchistic technology is still technology. All technology has hidden, built-in links to the established order of isolation and fragmentation. These links can
frustrate attempts to use technology to subvert the established reality. Only by being always aware of these links to isolation and fragmentation inherent in all technology, can technology be safely used as a tool of cultural subversion. This fact again banged me over the head when I was talking to a successful musician who didn’t understand why all performers do not stop touring, considering the pollution caused by traveling…and do what he does, which is do everything through telecommunications. I just said you can not touch through phones, computers, videos…and even through writing. To restore humanity to our culture by using technology, we must know and admit the limitations of that technology.

All technology is a double-edged sword. This includes the very first communication technology…writing/reading. We usually think of the invention of writing as extremely liberating. And in so many ways it was. But in so many other ways it confined humanity. For one thing, it placed a fixed linear frame of thinking within the human brain much more than spoken language had done. Moreover, writing/reading created a very exclusive elite for most of the known human history. Before writing, everyone knew the tribal language…everyone knew how to paint, sing, dance. Information flowed both between people and within time to the future through this tribal accessible language both of spoken word and of art. If information did not flow through this tribal channel, that information was lost. All of this changed when writing was invented. Now there was a channel that was not accessible to everyone, a channel that did not easily lose information. Those who could access this channel had power. Because of this, for most of recorded history, the skill of reading/writing was monopolized by the ruling elite to maintain its power. This was true even after a larger minority gained limited access to the flowing channel of writing. One of the ways the elite maintained its control was by withdrawing the important ideas…dangerous ideas…both sacred and profane, away from the common people, withdrawing the dangerous ideas into a dead language such as Latin or Greek. Only the members of the elite who went through the rituals of education of the established order (be it religious, political, and/or class) could read or speak this dead language of power. There was another channel of flowing information which was folk art, folk music, and folk words, be it written or spoken. This folk channel was accessible to everyone. It was a dynamic, interactive channel of communication. But the full force of this folk channel was always kept in check by the elite channel with the myth that anything which comes through the folk channel was not worthy or important because it did not come from the hidden knowledge.

This control by the elite did not start to break down until the printing press became cost- accessible to the members of the common people. This opened to the common people a communication channel which was not rooted in physical time…that is, you write something and someone within another time, another place reads exactly what you thought. This is the real force which was unlocked by the printing press, and not the ability to reach mass amounts of people. Without the printing press being to a large degree accessible to the forces of change, the American and French Revolutions may not have happened.

But the elite quickly developed strategies to limit access for the common people to this printing channel. The elite spread the myth that to be really effective, a writer had to go through the rituals of the educational system, and then be blessed by being recognized by the publishing factory, which became increasingly massive and impersonal. Self-publishing was labeled “vanity press”. The presses that offered this service were seen as cons, as scams. Writers who used this service were thought of as untalented fools who got conned. The individual who believed in this myth of the power of the corporate media system to bestow access to communications, and to bestow validity through acceptance, was frozen out of any real position for subversive change.

All of this is an historical background on which I can talk about the issues of personal technology, anarchistic technology in the context of cultural subversion.

I started out in the late 60’s writing for underground papers as a political columnist…sneaking into the mimeograph room at school to run off a hundred copies under the protection of a friendly teacher. Of course, the teacher always, as well as us, got into hot water…and the access to the mimeograph machine was closed. No access, no underground paper. There was not any question about our buying our own mimeograph machine…no money.

But it took only a year or so for the underground press to move from the mimeograph stage into being run off at offset print shops. The underground press had its roots going back through the radical press of the 20’s and 30’s and in the poetry press. The kind of person who put out these papers poured all their personal money into it, then hoped by selling ads, selling papers, by magic, the paper would stay afloat. There was rarely any question of making money on it. But when your nest egg, your dead aunt’s money, ads, sales, or whatever was supporting your rag ran out, that paper of visions died. But there was always a new paper being born to fill the empty space.

There was a rejection of the old standards of quality of both form and content which had kept the common people from creating. As a result of this rejection, a new way of looking at art, politics, and life was thus created. The underground press became so effective that by the early 70’s there were over 700 of these papers and an underground press network. It became so effective that the F.B.I. targeted the underground press for destruction by a covert war. By using the fact that the underground papers rarely had direct access to a printing press, and by using the organization which developed around the underground press, the F.B.I. and the rest of the combine could bring the underground press into control, into the fold.

Around this time, I rejected politics as a means for effective subversive change, and began looking towards art and magic for an effective channel. I took a film-making course, learning the technical rituals of 16mm. 16mm was then the home movie technology. But when I did the technological rituals of lighting, shooting, splicing, etc., they took me away from the actual magic of doing. Hidden within these technological rituals are deadening roadblocks to direct personal creative communications. Roadblocks can be gotten around. But why bother when there are direct alternative routes?

After the film course, I still had no money to make films. One road would have been to put my time and energy into getting money or a position to make films. But I always have mistrusted the myth of changing the system from within. It never works. Once you compromised, modified, changed, distorted both yourself and your message to get the media channel, why bother sending the message? The system myth is a major vacuum that sucks creative power away from people by putting vast amounts of time between the person and the act of creation. Whether the myth is of waiting to get enough money, education, or power before you create, the effect is the same…waiting for Godot.

For these reasons, I created a no/low tech form of live performance which did not need money, theater space, sets, stage lighting, approval, or a particular audience size. This no/low tech
form is vital to work which is culturally subversive by expanding the concept of sexuality and reality beyond the frame of taboos.

For me as a no/low tech artist, the personal technology, anarchistic technology is a very important dimension. I first realized this when I was trying to get established in N.Y.C. in the early 70’s. I could not find out about art events until after the fact when I read about them in THE VILLAGE VOICE. So I couldn’t go to them. So I couldn’t meet people with whom I could have gotten something going. One reason for this was there was very little flyering. In N.Y.C., organized crime has a monopoly on putting up posters. I did not realize how much no flyering isolated people until I moved to Berkeley where on every telephone pole, there were 10, 20, 30 flyers. Anyone who has an event, a group, a cause, something to say, can go to a xerox place, run off hundreds, or even thousands of flyers and staple them up all over town. This direct two-way form of the press plugged me immediately into the community where I could do my work.

We have to start seeing flyering, be it on telephone poles or on computer bulletin boards, as a form of personal press, and as such is protected under the freedom of press. Big Brother comes in many forms from the mafia to government (down to the anti-flyer laws as part of a city’s “beautification” campaign) to corporations such as A.T.&T. and Blockbuster Videos. Just recently I saw the power of this direct personal press. For years I have not been able to be booked in the “alternative” performance galleries in the Bay Area for various reasons…so I put 500 “too controversial for the Bay Area” flyers up asking for leads to spaces in which to perform. From the very first flyer we put up came three good leads into the true alternative art scene. Moreover, the flyer directly exposed the true condition of the established “alternative” art world.

This direct exposing is one of the strengths of the personal technology, anarchistic technology in the context of cultural subversion. Be it a camcorder capturing police brutality or a xerox zine publishing radical heretofore unpublishable material, the effect is to decentralize power, putting it into the personal level. I noticed this again last year when Senator Jesse Helms targeted me for investigation for my art. With only one exception, no one from the regular press contacted me to get my reaction or story. Some of the art magazines printed my open letter to Helms and my article on censorship. But I reached a wide national audience when THE SPIRITUAL REVOLUTIONARY (TSR), a newsletter zine by S/R PRESS, printed both. While TSR has a small readership, other zines reprinted my two pieces from TSR, without my permission but without editing. Then still other zines reprinted the material from those zines. The effect of this anarchistic grapevine of xerox zines is I had exposure to a wide national audience which was made up of small subcultures.

The combine recognizes the uncontrollable force represented by the direct personal communications through the anarchistic technology. The combine is trying to put this genie back in the bottle. The easiest, and the most obvious way to do this is to censor the physical channels…be it phone lines, the mail, or T.V./radio waves. But there are hidden means by which the combine can thwart the direct personal use of technology. One of these is making equipment such as computers, obsolete every six months, not for any real functional improvement, but for progress. The effect of habitual upgrading is not only that we keep having to buy new soft/ hardware, but it also creates a false mystery around the computer very much like the dead language of Latin did in the Dark Ages.

But the best way for the combine to curb the use of personal technology is by the standards of “professional quality”.

When I xerox-published by first two books, I did not run into this wall of “professional quality”. This is because I sold them directly, personally at my performances, as well as by the mail
through a review in BOX OF WATER.

But when S/R PRESS xerox-published by book, CHEROTIC MAGIC, we took it, along with my zine THE CHEROTIC rEVOLUTIONARY, around to bookstores. The reason why a lot of the bookstores gave for not carrying the book was not the written or the visual contents of the book, but that it had a spiral binding, rather than a regular binding. Having a regular binding would boost the cost out of the realm of personal level and into the traditional publishing with its concerns of mass sales. Kyle Griffith is fond of saying that if the book’s format is too revolutionary for a bookstore, then the content is also…so it would serve no purpose for us to try to package it differently. I must quickly add that there are quite a few bookstores that are not locked into buying solely from a distributor, that will carry personal xerox-published books and zines. Moreover, there are bookstores devoted to personal xerox publications…for example, METROPOPHOBOBIA in, of all places, Phoenix! These outlets for personal publications will multiply in the coming years.

I have dealt with the barriers of format and technology to personal direct human involvement in every medium I have tried. A lot of people have assumed this was because I was poor, did not know how to get grants, did not know how to use technology, or did not know how to use the system. In reality, even if I had tons of money, I would still use the same no/low tech, because that is the best way to take back the creative force from the combine…back into the hands of anyone with a creative urge…or, for that matter, a destructive urge.

Since we are communicating on the personal level, you can send feedback, inquiries, or whatever to me at:

Frank Moore
P.O. Box 11445
Berkeley, CA 94712
e-mail: fmoore@eroplay.com

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

Reality Playings on April 18 at Temescal Arts Center

The Underground Hit!

REALITY PLAYINGS: experiments in experience/participation performance

Frank Moore, world-known shaman performance artist, will conduct improvised passions of musicians, actors, dancers, and audience members in a laboratory setting to create altered realities of fusion beyond taboos. Bring your passions and musical instruments and your senses of adventure and humor. Other than that, ADMISSION IS FREE! (But donations will be accepted.)

Saturday, April 18, 2009
8pm

TEMESCAL ARTS CENTER
511 48th Street (at Telegraph)
Oakland, CA 94609-2058

For more information

Call: 510-526-7858
email: fmoore@eroplay.com
http://www.eroplay.com/events.html
http://www.temescalartscenter.org/

“…He’s wonderful and hilarious and knows exactly what it’s all about and has earned my undying respect. What he’s doing is impossible, and he knows it. That’s good art….” L.A. Weekly

Resisting “the easy and superficial descriptions…, Moore’s work challenges the consensus view more strongly in ways less acceptable than…angry tirades and bitter attacks on consumer culture.” Chicago New City

“If performance art has a radical edge, it has to be Frank Moore.” Cleveland Edition

“Transformative…” Moore “is thwarting nature in an astonishing manner, and is fusing art, ritual and religion in ways the Eurocentric world has only dim memories of. Espousing a kind of paganism without bite and aggression, Frank Moore is indeed worth watching.” High Performance Magazine

“Surely wonderful and mind-goosing experience.” L.A. Reader

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THIS ONE WILL BE HOT PIECES REENTERING THE CORE OF THE WEIRDEST EXPERIENCE KNOWN! or so says Aurora, my new robotic pal!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

just found this in the archives!

this is a great review by an art student of a performance in the three year series I did in the eighties at the university of California. I lectured in Tamblyn’s class the week after this. She had came to interview me for a book on performance as subversion and she invited me to talk to her class. Well, things were cooking between the students and me… Good discussion, etc. all of the sudden she stopped everything and gave them a written assignment to do right then… As I sat in front of the class! It is one of the weirdest experiences i ever have had!

Review of a U.C. Series Performance by R. West
For Christine Tamblyn’s Inter-arts Class
S.F. State, Winter 1987

Theater, by its very nature, lends itself to criticism. The structure of theater, especially in its relationship between the performers and the audience requires one, as a spectator, to separate the performance into its different elements of production and analyze them accordingly. Although well-done theater persuades its audience members to suspend their disbelief temporarily and become emotionally involved with what they are viewing, one aspect is always present – that of illusion – which capsulizes theater, and isolates it from reality.

Performance art stems from the very root of theater. Although it has many things in common with theater, mainly the element of spectacle, the aspect of illusion is usually noticeably absent, allowing it to smear (if not dissolve altogether) that fine line between art and life. Consequently, it must be examined from a different angle of perspective than one would use to approach a piece of theater. Theater can be critiqued: performance art must be experienced.

Last Thursday night, I experienced Frank Moore’s “Subversive Playing”, an experience quite unlike anything I had had previously. Setting out with the knowledge in mind that the aforementioned was a quadriplegic who did erotic performance, I was hardly expecting the Disney movie of the week, but I was still unprepared for what I would encounter at Dwinelle Hall on the UC Berkeley campus. In retrospect, I think I had vaguely envisioned some sort of nasty-minded Viet Nam vet performing amazing tricks with a steel-plated erection while he simultaneously played the harmonica and made the hula girl tattoos on his pectorals dance – a terribly misguided image, at best.

The classroom aura of the space in which the performance was held had been slightly toned down by incandescent lighting, tapestries hung on the walls, patchouli-scented incense wafting from one corner and sitar background music. I took a seat next to six other people. Frank, a man with severe physical handicaps impairing his ability to speak, as well as the use of his limbs, began the performance by asking each of us our names and what we did. The questions were asked by use of a word board attached to his wheelchair, which he pointed to with a stick strapped to his head in a painfully slow process to spell out his sentences. A friend of his, Linda, was on hand to assist in translation.

The small audience was comprised mainly of students from varying schools and disciplines. A few of the members answered with exaggerated volume and clarity, apparently under the assumption that Frank had hearing trouble as well. Upon hearing that I was an art student, Frank asked me if I was a performer. “Aren’t we all?” I retorted. In a wheezing fit of delight, Frank told the others in attendance to “pay no attention. Art students love to give cryptic answers.”

After the preliminaries had been completed, Frank had Linda read to us an essay he had written on the subject of “Eroplay”, a term he coined to describe certain types of physical interpersonal communication. Eroplay is something he considers vital to mental, physical, and spiritual health. Eroplay is intense communing of human souls through touching and feeling of the physical being. Foreplay is eroplay, but eroplay is not foreplay. The sex act is not included in eroplay because it stems merely from the primal urge to mate and serves only to release all the precious erotic tension built up from eroplay. Eroplay is the sort of thing that occurs when children play with one another physically and intensively, because the sex act is not a possibility.

Midway through this dissertation, two of the audience members got up and left.
“According to plan,” Frank told us. “I put all the boring stuff at the beginning to weed out the bad element. Some people come here to see a freak show. But I will not let you sit back and entertain you. I am not TV.”

Before we went any further, Frank instructed Linda to tell us about the cookies. Everyone was offered their choice of bran or peanut butter as Linda explained that they had been baked with a drug called somalla which would not make us do anything we didn’t want to do, but would help us to overcome our inhibitions in order to take part in what we did want to do. Slightly skeptical and more than a little squeamish, I choked down my cookie and waited to see what would happen next.

Frank told us we were headed for a three-ring circus, of sorts. The first ring, on our right, was in a tent made of draped tapestries printed with a pattern of nude torsos. In the tent was the Listening God, who would hear any confessions or secrets we wished to tell him, as well as serve us in any way we instructed him to. “Be careful with him, “ Frank warned us, “for he is a fragile and delicate god, like a baby. He is unable to speak or answer you, but will receive from you anything you wish to give.”

Frank asked Rodney, one of the audience members, to lie down on a mat in the center of the room. This would be the second ring. Frank held up a box and told us that it contained slips of paper like those found in fortune cookies, with brief instructions for physical acts on them – some as simple as waving or scratching your head, others more complex.

The third ring was in the hallway, where Frank would answer any questions and receive any comments we had about the performance. On that note, Frank motored out of the room and Linda told us to choose whichever ring we wanted and the performance would commence.

Not being of a particularly brave nature, I immediately crawled off to hide in the tent, where I was slightly dismayed to find a nude man lying on the floor. “Hey, come here often?” I asked the Listening God, who replied with a blank stare. “Don’t mind me, I’ll just be hiding out in here awhile,” I whispered, and had a seat on the floor next to him.

Out in the second ring, the performance was beginning to roll. The first instruction Linda had pulled from the box was “Rub your heads together,” and by now they were on the second, “Lick each others ears.” After a few minutes of slurping and giggling, she pulled out another one – “Remove your pants or dress.” I looked over and raised my eyebrows at the Listening God, who registered little surprise. Little wonder; the next instruction read “Take another’s hand and guide it on your genitals sensually.”

After 15 – 20 minutes, I realized I couldn’t go on hiding in the tent much longer. The Listening God was beginning to look bored and I wasn’t going to have enough material to write a review on. I mustered up enough courage to bid adieu to my scantily clad friend and emerged from the tent. At this point, the four other original audience members were actively engaged in a collective grope session, having removed not only their pants and/or dress, but also their inhibitions and anything else which might have encumbered their progress. Uncertain about what to do with my hands (not to mention the rest of my body), I decided to have a couple more cookies and take a seat next to Linda, in the neutral zone. She still pulled and read instructions from the box, but by now they were a mere formality. Outside, in the third ring, I could hear a newcomer chatting with Frank, a man from New Jersey, judging by the sound of it.

Linda leaned over and whispered to me that I could watch for as long as I like, but was welcome to join in any time I felt like it. I was surrounded by the sights, sounds and smells of a love-in. Anything was permissible except the actual act of intercourse. It hit me in a wave of revulsion similar to what I felt when confronted with childbirth films in high school biology class. My analytical mind told me to view the writhing mass of flesh in front of me as a performance art phenomenon, yet underlying this I could not deny the stomach-churning disgust that was gradually overwhelming me. I noticed that the man from New Jersey had stepped into the room and, seeing my chance, I made a break for it into the hallway.

“What do you think?” Frank asked me. Thus began a conversation that would last for nearly two hours, in which we discussed Frank’s work and philosophy at great length. As inexperienced at dealing with someone so handicapped as I am with group sex, I cannot overemphasize how incredibly impressed I was with this man. I was absolutely stunned to find a mind so brilliant encased in this twisted piece of wreckage for a body. I have met few people so articulate, despite the fact that his words come with such great effort, due to his inability to speak.

With the aid of his word board and an essay he had written entitled, “The Magic Art”, Frank and I began by discussing the difference between art and life, which he, of course, feels is non-existent. Rather, he feels that it is the responsibility of the artist to eradicate that difference as effectively as possible, necessitating the use of shock and the breaking of societal taboos. Frank views himself as a modern-day shaman, healing and instructing through the ritual of his art, and going beyond the barriers imposed upon us by society in order to create a form of magic. His goal is increased communication.

Far from being hindered by his physical mutations, Frank feels that his body gives him an edge in his work. For one thing, he is unimpeded by the societal and economic pressures faced by most artists. In addition, he appreciates the fact that his appearance will always add an element of shock value, putting him at an advantage to other artists. He cited the example of his friend and colleague, Paul McCarthy, who “has lost the magic. He became popular and people began to accept him. He could no longer shock or move people with his work.” His appearance also tends to impel people to underestimate him, allowing him to catch them unaware. Another reaction he receives from people is the projection upon him of magical powers, such as being able to see through their facades to the hearts of their character. He utilizes all of these “advantages” in his work.

Frank considers himself a natural performer, having been a receptacle for people’s attention his entire life. The interest in human beings inspired in him by his situation led him to study psychology. But what he always really wanted was to be an ultra-hip artist living in a commune in the Bay Area (“like I am now”, he added.) He began by painting, but felt it to be a stagnant art form and started to experiment with film. Still dissatisfied, he formed an idea for a play performed entirely in the nude, but had serious doubts that he would ever be given the opportunity to stage it. Much to his surprise, he was given permission by the San Francisco Art Institute in 1970, leading to his first experience with live performance.

Although he was excited by the potential of working within a live format, Frank was still discontent with one aspect of theater: the passivity of the audience. He racked his brain for ideas about how to persuade or trick audience members into participating in his pieces. “But Frank,” I interrupted, “you don’t trick anyone into performing.” He erupted into a sputtering seizure of hilarity – much to my alarm, because I wasn’t sure if he was laughing or having some breathing difficulty. After he had calmed himself down a bit, he managed to spell the word “actors” out on his board.

Caught completely off-guard by this revelation and still a bit concerned about his previous outburst, I asked him, rather testily, if he didn’t feel that he was shamefully manipulating the genuine audience members. He agreed with me, enthusiastically, but felt no shame whatsoever about his tactics. When people expose themselves to art, he countered, aren’t they consenting to have themselves manipulated emotionally? Frank contends that in order for art to be significant, it must manipulate people. Therefore, an artist has not only the right to do so, but the responsibility .

We had covered a great deal of ground in our conversation, and in the other room, the performance was coming to an end. The audience members gradually filtered out, clothed once again, and Linda began packing up the tapestries. One of the women stopped to say goodbye to Frank. “You fooled her,” Frank said.

“I didn’t know you were an actress,” I told the woman.
“I didn’t know, myself,” she replied.

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

Karen Finley’s interview

Annie, attached is your interview with Karen!

Can we put it up?

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

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Frank,
Thanks. You shouldn’t have gone thru all this trouble.
It will be fun to read.
Annie

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hey, it is history!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

RE: Students’ questions

Hey Frank,

For some kids, they really can think 😛 They deserve answers ! 🙂

I was just saying, about the nude thing, you shouldn’t stop with it entirelly, BUT: le contenant ne doit pas se transformer en contenu ( your message should not stand in yourself being nude, your nudity is just what surrounds the content of your message; In others words, when your buying an excellent chocolat candy piece, would you rather enjoy the chocolat or the foil ? Both if ever, but your in it to taste the chocolat piece, not to eat the foil ).

Anyways, who the fuck am I to give you lessons about anything, I still got so much to learn…

And maybe I understood it all wrong, I just wanted to help giving my opinion,

C’est la tienne qui compte en bout de ligne de toute façon,

Salut O Grand chaman !

Et à la prochaine,

Rafael

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I find most people can think if you don’t sell them short or out. They will rise to your expectations most of the time.

Mmmmm, I have been getting and ignoring such dreadful if well meaning advice for over forty years… Since high school! The job of being an artist is not to limit the art, but to push back the limits… At least that is what I am about.

In this case there was no nudity, eroticism, whatever. None! What triggered the freaked out state of the teacher was going outside of the normal boxes to where all is possible. In reality that is usually the case even when they can blame their freak out on nudity, eroticism, whatever.

In my art of a shaman writing about my show of the seventies, the outrageous beauty revue, I wrote:

There was tremendous pressure on me to polish the show up to make it more sellable, more entertaining. This pressure did not come from the critics, but from friends and cast members. “Add rimshots, tighten it up. Then the show will be a commercial success.” “We should rehearse more,then we could be good theatre, good music.” But the vision was not about commercial success, nor reaching a lot of people, nor about good entertainment, nor art. The vision is to create trances and realities which will bring change. This is my vision. The vision has me. I am its tool. If I had not stayed within the vision, I would have been lost within artistic pressures. Art should be a vision quest.

Other kinds of pressures were to change the content, the tools, and the focus of the work. People always say they like the work because it is strong, but I should get over my obsession with sex and nudity, and get on to more important issues; I should not get “stuck” in one vision. What they do not realize is what they like about the work, the strength, comes from being committed to a single vision, no matter what the current trends and fashions are. I cannot imagine more important issues than sex and freedom symbolized by nudity. But, as this paper shows, these are not my ultimate focus. Sex and nudity are powerful digging tools to reach the intimate community. By limiting the tools of art, art itself is limited.

When the artist is rooted in private rituals, it becomes clear that she is not an agent for society, or some political movement, or the art galleries and art “experts”, or even for her own individualistic imagination. Instead, she is an agent of gods, of dreams, of visions and myths. This causes reactions in society, especially when the piece is public. Karen Finley is criticized for limiting her audience because she offends them by her words, anger, nudity. An artist who is rooted in the private channels is not affected by this attempt to curb the power of the art by strapping it to audience acceptance and agreement. The power of a Karen Finley is TO the taboo-breaking energy she releases into society. This societal pressure to tame art down, which usually sounds very reasonable and comes even from liberal sources, is very hard for the artist to resist who is not familiar with the hidden channels of change.

Another example of society’s attempt to rechannel the change coming from Shamanistic Art is what an “art expert” told me: “Your work is…not art…(because) it doesn’t address the concerns…(which are a) part of the current art dialogue, whether it be mainstream or ‘alternative’…curators and presenters are (not) obliged to show it”. She went on to say that I should stay “in (my) own sphere”, and that I don’t need the public channels that galleries represent. Which is true. But galleries and the people who think what is in galleries is the full range of art need the artists, not the reverse. The magic of private performance is needed to expand the narrow, shallow river of “the current art dialogue”, controlled both in content and depth by the art experts. Fortunately, there are galleries which are willing to go into the magical unknown represented by private performances.

I have debated with myself about stopping resisting the label SEXUAL. By insisting what I am doing is not sexual, I am opening myself up to people questioning my honesty and integrity. If I accept the sexual label, people would just have to decide whether or not they like sex in art — decide whether it is art or not. That would be the depth of the questioning. They may feel uncomfortable seeing sex as art — but that uncomfortableness would be just from breaking the taboo of sex — which would not be that big of a deal. What I am doing is taking nudity and acts that are usually considered sexual and giving them a new, nonsexual context. That creates a tension, a conflict, an examining, a leap into something new. That is what I am after. This leap into newness is why people who are normally comfortable with casual nudity and casual sex sometimes get very uncomfortable with the nudity and erotic play in my work. By taking “sexual” acts and sincerely putting them into a different context, it creates another reality, another way of relating. It also creates conflict with the normal reality — and that conflict may change, in an underground sort of way, the normal reality. I think art — or at least this kind of art — should create conflict and change. And I like relating with people in the “unnormal” way in this different reality. This is why I do performance.

Rawness in itself is threatening because it opens the way for everyone to express their feelings directly. Rawness inspires. It breaks the chains of the rules.

The show was in bad taste, was called “exploitive”. What made it thus was not just what was done, but who was doing it…crips, women and other “untalented” unfortunates. The first assumption of the people who were offended was that these were able-bodied actors making fun of crips; then, when it became clear we were real crips, the leap into dumbness was that someone was exploiting us. When they got it into their heads that we had created our own acts, the new way to deny our power was to say we were exploiting our own bodies. Forget nudity. Forget being sexual. Just by getting up onto the stage we were exploiting our own bodies. Women share this hidden yoke of suppression. By breaking this yoke, by offending a lot of people, the show released, inspired, and liberated a lot more. Artists and musicians come up to me today and say they saw the O.B.R. when they were kids and thought if we could do that, they could do what they dreamt.

and in my Numbers Game I wrote:

Most people think to be the most effective, you have to reach as many people as possible. And to do that, they think you have to do it through the mass media. And to do that, they think you have to fit (water down) the content, style, and form to the mass media, to play by the rules of the game. This is based on the faulty formula of Effectiveness = Number Directly Reached (or how big the audience is). It always seemed to me this formula is extremely simplistic and inaccurate. A more accurate formula is Effectiveness = Purity-of-the-Art x (Number Directly Reached x 10). Purity-of-the Art is a measurement of how close the delivered art is to the original intent, content, message, power, etc. Obviously the higher the P.A. Count, the more effective the art is. It is simple science! And you can just imagine what happens if the P.A. Count happens to be in the negative! By the way, the 10 represents Number Indirectly Reached, which in reality is always an unknown number.
I have never focused on how many people have come in contact with the work. I focus on doing the work. So I have never been sucked into the numbers addiction, have never been tempted to shape the work to get “an audience”.

BUT I WENT ON TO SHOW PLAYFULLY HOW I HAVE REACHED MANY MORE PEOPLE THAN MOST ARTISTS WHO FOCUS ON REACHING THE MASSES!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

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