Category: Frank’s history (Page 7 of 9)

RE: Renaissance Community/Brotherhood of the Spirit (Rafael II)

(from Rafael:)

No, not expectations Frank: If you expect, it leads to deception, and you get weaker.

Espérer ne veut pas nécessairement dire avoir des attentes, malgré que ça va ensemble, c’est vrai…

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you mean pictures of what SHOULD be… Which limit possibilities. But reality tends to be shaped by expectations. High expectations without pictures is the best, the most unlimited. Life is a battle of expectations.

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

Re: Renaissance Community/Brotherhood of the Spirit

Mr. Moore,

I understand that you once belonged to the Brotherhood of the Spirit/Renaissance Community.

I am currently writing a novel that will involve the commune to some extent. Consequently, I have been researching the commune for several months now. I will talk to absolutely anyone who has firsthand experience with the commune. I would love to talk to you, if you would be at all interested in talking to me.

I have talked to a number of people whose names I am sure you will recognize, including: Paul Skiathitis, Susan Weiss, John Carpini, Eric Hardendorf, Tom Snyder, Larry Raffel, Jim Baker, May Ristich, Cindy Prince, Melvin Weiner, Jacki Odess-Gillet, Bruce Geisler, and others.

If you’re interested in talking, shoot me an email.

BEN DUFFY

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sure!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

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Mr. Moore,

I would begin by asking you:

1) When and why did you come to the commune?

2) When and why did you leave the commune?

3) What aspect of the commune were you involved with? I mean, did you work in any of the businesses, were you involved in the church, did you write for Free Spirit Press, etc?

Thanks a lot. I eagerly await your response.

BEN

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well, ben… Here it is! Ask more questions!

Well, Ben, I was there from early summer 71 to late summer the next year. I was living in Santa Fe for the year before that. Do you know I have cerebral palsy? I am in a wheelchair, talk by a head pointer and a communication board, etc. it’s only important for this tale. So in Santa Fe, I was basically a hippy, writing for the underground paper, living communally, visiting the major communes in northern New Mexico… Morningstar, the Hog Farm, The Theater of All Possibilities, etc. When I first got to Santa Fe, I lived in a Digger-style of commune, The Center, for two months. Then I lived with Louise Scott who was living communally in San Bernardino when I was going to college there. I lived with Louise, her eight year old son and her thirteen year old daughter Denise as well as various other people in various houses. Most people then knew me as Unicorn because of my head pointer. My column in the underground paper was called UNICORN SPEAKS. The general vibe of northern New Mexico was communally spiritual.

But I grew too comfortable there. And I knew that Louise wanted to move to the land. I ain’t a land kind of guy. And I was intimately lonely, wasn’t finding that kind of relationship. But we need to be clear. I had a rich, full, fun life there, full of friends, political and social activities, deep spiritual exploring. A lot of music and dancing! In fact Robert Downing Sr. saw me dancing at the local bar and offered me a role in his movie Greaser Palace.

But practically the next day I was volunteering at the crisis center, which was the latest version of the digger commune. There a couple was putting up posters that said “SPIRIT IN FLESH IS COMING! “ We started talking. They had an inner shine common to Yoga people and other cults. [I use the word “cults “ as a description, not a value judgment.] They told me about the commune they lived in in northern Massachusetts. Bonnie and Allen, the couple, were traveling around the country fliering for the commune’s band, Spirit in Flesh. They walked home with Denise and me, telling me I should come to the community. With 250 people there, they could deal with my physical needs, etc.

Well, that sounded good to me. And Bonnie was sexy, warm, etc. With 250 people maybe I’d find some one…

When I told Louise and my other friends about my decision, they were more than a little concerned. But they supported me. I put a sign in the record store for a ride to Massachusetts. A brother and sister answered. They had been students in the community free high school who were off to college in Vermont. We all often went to community dances. So we knew one another that way. So I traveled across the country in the back of their station wagon. They fed me, etc.

One problem. I beat Allen and Bonnie back to Massachusetts. So when the kids dropped me off at the commune’s house in Northfield, there was less than eager acceptance! But there was no way to send the crip back! And the two kids needed to be on their way to Vermont! So the vexed community members milled around me on the front yard, trying to figure out what to do with me. At one point, Michael, the leader of the community and the lead singer of Spirit in Flesh, walked up. In New Mexico I had been in contact with “holy men“, gurus, spiritual teachers, etc. The good ones saw some aspects of what they did as cons, saw themselves with a twinkling sense of humor, and had a certain lust for life that could be mistaken for being dirty old men. So after they had filled him in, I spelled out “I am a con man too. “ He just said, “he stays. I have been waiting for you.“ And he walked on. So that was that. Some women brought me in to the house, fed me, cleaned me up, etc. I thought my luck was holding. After the original freak out, the people in the house were warm.

That evening there was by chance a free Spirit in Flesh concert in Greenfield that the Northfield people were allowed to go to. It was an outdoor event. It was my first time hearing /seeing the band. Pretty good! So I started dancing in my wheelchair in the audience. But community members quickly frowned me down. My dancing was “carnal“! And besides a cripple dancing was disturbing the audience! I started wondering about my luck!

And that wondering intensified when I moved to Warwick the next day and attended my first COMMUNITY MEETING. Michael’s talk was alternately down to earth and pure spiritual nonsense! And afterwards most people said Michael had said the exact opposite than he had said. Beam me up, Scotty! Moreover, people kept coming up to me to say I must have done awful things in my past lives considering how ugly and physically fucked up I was! I wondered what they did in their past lives to be rude and spiritually stupid! But there I was. So better work with it! And Michael worked with me in a remote manner to create a personal myth around me, protecting me from the popular social game of brutal confrontation. First he said he wanted me to dance on the stage at the big concert at Carnegie Half a couple of months from then. This confused the people who thought I was carnal, etc. Then he added I was the same as him, saw the same as him, and he was preparing the world for me to do my thing. All of this confused people, made them treat me differently, carefully. I thought Michael had good intentions, but was so way over his head. He did not know how the world works. He did not think 250 people living happily in the community was enough to change the world. So he got seduced by glamour, by trying to be a success, a rock star, etc.

For the first couple of months I floated, mainly hanging out in the hallway outside of the kitchen at Warwick, talking to people, asking people to feed me, give me a drink, help me in the bathroom, etc. I made good friends. I also painted oils and typed on my electric typewriter poetry and a novel in the dining-room. But floating is a hard way to live, especially eating beets and rice. So I ended up in the hospital with pneumonia, almost dying. Michael visited me in the hospital and appointed Russell and Sammy to me. Also he gave me special food money. When I got out of the hospital, Russell, Sammy and I shared a room in the Warwick main house. We became like the Three musketeers… Bad Boys. We traveled just below the commune’s rules, going outside of the community, hitching into adventures. Russell and I always pulling the fearful Sammy along. But Sammy always finally jumped! We traveled to the cities where the band was playing and talked to people, etc. and became a part of the concerts… All of this was against commune’s rules. But when THEY tried to bust us, kick us out of the van, whatever, Michael over ruled them, which confused them, stretching their reality. This was one of my roles. Things were leading up to the big concert at Carnegie Hall. Basically we three lived by our wits, without money, in New York City for the week before the concert, mainly hanging out in the Village… Sneaking into THE GASLIGHT and backstage… Having a wheelchair race down Beaker Street at two in the morning with a Vietnam vet, etc. The climax was me dancing on stage! And my first big public performance made it into CREAM MAGAZINE!

But after that, Russell wanted to move “up “ in the commune’s structure. So they moved me to Northfield. I again floated, but in a slightly more stable situation. I always was talking about how people needed to be more gentle with one another, be down to earth, and not so caught up in “spiritual “ glamour. This was not a politically correct stand right then, although there were a lot of gentle, down to earth people there. But at the time there was a fad, a plague, of channeling/automatic writings sweeping Northfield. It was supported by Michael’s sister, Jacquelyn [“Jackie “] and was pushed by Robin Paris, who had a strange relationship with the target of my romantic intentions, Debbie. One day Robin went into a trance and a spirit came through claiming to be my spirit. I happened to be in the room at the time. At first it built me up, flattering me. But when I kept saying “that ain’t me, my spirit” it started yelling at me, listing what a carnal shit I was, etc. This event put the breaks on the channeling /automatic writings fad! Debbie was officially moved back to Warwick in disgrace. [Warwick was the bottom of the ladder.] So I asked to be moved back to Warwick to be close to her. But she, Robin and Jackie disappeared for months. They were hiding out in New York City. Years later I would buy the loft they had used.

So in Warwick this go around, I lived in the plasticed-in porch. I became a night person to avoid most of the soap opera confrontations. So my room became a hang out for the creative people. There were two girls who mainly took care of me. Each often slept in my bed with me. Nothing sexual. Just cuddling. That is how dumb I was! But it played into my carnal reputation. In reality I was a virgin. Actually this was one of the things Michael worked on with me. One time he “gave” me his girlfriend for a week to show me how a woman should treat me. Unfortunately I did not know what he meant by “gave. “ So I didn’t take full advantage of his offer. Another time at a group meeting, Michael made a pronouncement: “Frank needs sex! “ I wasn’t at that meeting. I happened to be having my first actual fully sexual experience with my close friend, one of the back up singers. Because we had the love of friends, it was deep and rich. But because I was so romantically focused on Debbie, it was a one time thing. [Darn!] But it did set the frame for the week of strange sexual encounters with women who wanted to follow Michael’s directions by fucking me. Pretty shallow, not satisfying. I decided to hold out for Debbie.

Most of the people would not listen to me when I tried to tell them this spiritual glamour was spacing them out of this human life. But then one day, when I was typing, a spirit who later introduced himself as Reed, came through me, typing, “You are not typing this, Frank”. At the beginning, I thought I made Reed up to get the people to listen, and to start creating my ideals in the world. But I may have been taking more credit than I deserved because Reed and two other spirits/characters/persons took on a reality of their own . People waited for the next “lecture” to come through. The spirits talked to people, guiding them (and me) to create a new personal community. I was saying the exact same things I had before. But now this spirit was saying it! People were listening seriously. Ah, the holy con job. Professor Beth and her husband… Who got both Michael and Elwood into their “spiritual careers”… Actually approached me to be the next Elwood. I declined.

To make a long story short, Debbie reappeared. I went for what I wanted with her, with the help of Reed. We got married. But it soon became clear that to have a strong personal relationship would have come in to conflict with certain commune’s factions. Jackie was trying to force Debbie to go apple picking for a month! I saw the writing on the wall. So we left. It was a little more than a year after I arrived.

I have tried over the years to manifest the core of what the Brotherhood of the Spirit was trying to do. I am satisfied! I went back about two years later. I was shocked by what the community and Michael had become.

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

FRANK MOORE’S UNLIMITED POSSIBILITIES on BTV, Ch. 24 & Ch. 28, May-June 2009

Hi Annie,

We are playing your “Herstory of Porn” on Frank’s Show on Berkeley’s Public Access Channel. Here is the schedule.

Linda

FRANK MOORE’S UNLIMITED POSSIBILITIES on BTV, Ch. 24 & Ch. 28, May-June 2009

402. “Reality Playings” 2/21/09, Temescal Arts Center, Part 2 / Annie Sprinkle’s “Herstory Of Porn” / “Bad Thoughts” cartoon (from IHC sampler)
Monday, May 11, 11pm
Thursday, May 14, 11pm
Saturday, May 16, midnight

Hot shit!
Linda Mac

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Really? Can you show that on TV!!!? Amazing.Fisting, pissing, stump fucking, etc? Good luck. You are very brave!

xannie

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well, Annie, it is art and her/history, hence not obscenity. They have tried that one on me and lost. I have played explicit art from time to time to keep the freedom active. But it is funny you wrote today because they just came out with new rules for having series on the channel, rules obviously aimed to limit my presence on the channel. One of these rules states that no two shows on the same day shall not have the same Host… So that effectively banned THE BEST OF FRANK’S MOORE’S UNLIMITED POSSIBILITIES which now runs late night every night. It would make sense if they had shows to fill the time slots. But they don’t! But today I pulled the plug on THE BEST OF… Saving myself for the future fights which obviously are coming! My run on public access probably is running out… As the existence of public access probably is also.

hey, we just watched THE BEST OF MIDNIGHT BLUE: THE PORN STARS and there you were! You were great with your power Tools! A fun video! One netflix reviewer said “Annie Sprinkle was funny a la Sarah Silverman.” I agree! Al Goldstein did a cameo in THE OUTRAGEOUS BEAUTY REVUE… I interviewed him on stage. He wanted to put some of the acts of OBR on MIDNIGHT BLUE. But I did not like the cameraman Al picked. So I demanded to see the footage before I agreed. This pissed Al off for years!

In Freedom,

Frank Moore

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

I don’t think I have ever told you what you taught me… how you changed my life.

I don’t know why I agreed originally to help you. But I soon was humbled. You listened to what was going on, formulated an answer to the current discussion and slowly pointed out what you wanted to say to me on your desktop typewriter keyboard. I couldn’t pay attention in class. I couldn’t formulate an answer to what was currently going on. I couldn’t even remember the letters as you spelled them out. I had write them down, one by one, until I recognized a word.

I was never a great student, but I was always a great reader. To not be able to keep up with you even word by word was more than humbling. It was a wonderful life’s lesson. I learned to see the inside of people instead of the outside.

In college one of my roommates was blind. I had a great time with her. She studied while I slept and I studied with the light on when she wanted to sleep! She used to type me letters and hide them under my pillow. I had a “first degree” Braille typewriter and typed her messages which she found under her pillow.

UCR was a campus that went out of its way to be accommodating to people with disabilities, one of a few in the late 60’s. Besides my roommate, I also participated in many impromptu wheelchair races with friends. I was the cheering squad, not a racer. (I have never gone out of my way to move too much. )

I have found you an inspiration my entire life. I have found inner resources when I have needed them. I have talked about you to my children. My husband, Chuck, knew about you from the time we were dating. He was so pleased to meet you at the reunion in 1996 that he still carries your card in his wallet. I am not an introspective person, but you and Ray Haight changed my life… for the better.

Thank you.

Ruth

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Ruth, this fuels me! And I was just starting out upon communicating back then! I made communicating my life work… Which always strikes me funny [especially when I am on the radio!}. We both opened each other, supported each other in that conservative environment. Mainstreaming does that… And not just for the disabled or the blacks, whatever. It fills out everybody!

I find that the brains of a lot of people aren’t hot wired to read my board easily… And it is the little words that are the hardest to get! I recently have started to use a word prediction software. I start typing a word and it gives me nine words it thinks I mean. And I just type the number if it guessed right or keep typing until it guesses the word. It cuts my keystrokes by seventy percent at least… Saving my old neck! And it learns my writing style. So it gets easier! And it has a voice. After each sentence it reads the sentence back. I got it for computing, but I am hoping to use it when I am meeting with someone in my studio alone.

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

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… (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

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

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