In Freedom,
Frank Moore

Friday, July 18, 2003

We have survived another performance! It was a weird one. It was another EARTHPEOPLE COMEDY CLUB show. We were in an ECC show in Berkeley a couple of months ago where I sat nude beckoning to the audience as Linda read my poem BOUNDERIES KILL. After 2 minutes, Kirsten who was sitting in the audience, slowly undressed then joined me in a slow, sensual, soft dance as Linda read my two poems about bodies merging. The whole piece was just 10 minutes. Afterward the producer, Mur, booked us to do the dance in a show at Harbin Hot Springs, a clothing-optional resort/retreat/community 2 hours north of here. We got 24-hour passes to be at the resort as payment. A good deal.

But on Tuesday we get a call from Mur. He broke a basic rule of doing shows. He showed a video of our piece to a higher-up at Harbin…who vetoed it…can’t have such an “x-rated” dance at “family-friendly” Harbin!

Well …at the Berkeley show Kirsten did rock on my lap for about a minute in the dance between other moves, circling me, lying on the floor, playing with my hands, looking into each other’s eyes. I hope it was sexy. But it wasn’t SEXUAL. It wasn’t meant to be SEXUAL! We did not have time to be SEXUAL! Never fear….THE NEXT 3 PERFORMANCES WILL BE HOT PANTANIC DANCES! 10 minutes just ain’t enough time to get HOT!

Anyway…Mur then broke a second rule of doing this kind of show. He actually told me what I could do [read poems “with heart”] and what I couldn’t do [dance!…with Kirsten!]! Normally I would just say HELL NO and not waste time. But there was some question about whether he was just a dumb guy in way over his head or what! So I decided to read poems that address the censorship… IS THIS APPROPRIATE?, Out of Isolation, and Family Friendly Poetry Reading. Truth be told, we all felt grossed out. But we four drove to Harbin.

Once there, things got much more fishy. Harbin is the ultimate of hippy-new age culture…for good and bad…very white! It was very enjoyable…if fragile…very pc-laden. But the nudity was laid-back. People were heavy petting on the lawn…HEY,HOLD THE PHONE! WHAT HAPPENED TO PG-RATED? I wasn’t on the poster, but a “SEXY CAVE DANCE” was on the poster! We couldn’t get satisfying answers from Mur, who kept trying to get Kirsten alone to “explain the changes.” She kept side-stepping him…getting grossed out being seen by him as “the weak link” of our unit, our tribal body. It was obvious that the problem that MANAGEMENT had wasn’t really the content of the piece, but my body! They didn’t think the people could handle it! Frankly I didn’t feel this from anyone there! Just management’s bigotry [and probably just one asshole!]! Ron Jones, who was the “headliner” of the night, encouraged us to dance anyway, after we told him the story. Over dinner [the food there was exceptional!] we decided that Kirsten would read the first poem as Linda and I dance, that Linda would read the second poem as Kirsten and I dance, and that Mikee would read the third poem as the 2 hot babes and I dance together…all nude of course! We did not tell Mur this! So if the shit came down from the management, he could say he told us not to dance…also so he couldn’t stop us. We ended up going on second after a keyboard player because the SEXY CAVE DANCERS got sick at the last minute. The keyboard player backed us. People loved our dance. Mur was livid after our dance, just saying “That’s enough, Frank. We’ve got to move on!” but the theme of the rest of the show became “inappropriate behavior.” By the time the show was over, Mur was speaking to us! He was saying, “Frank, you always stretch my limits, and I like that!”

At dinner before the show, I looked at the woman at another table. She looked very familiar. It was Tami [now a.k.a. Luna], my co-star in FEISTO! She ended up coming to the show, topless of course. After the show, she and another woman rolled around the floor together sexy contact dance style as people packed up and left. When only us and the keyboard player remained, she asked how the dance we did was different than the banned dance. She has always been mischievous…so she demanded to see the banned dance. So the keyboard player set up again…and Kirsten and I did a 10-minute dance. It wasn’t “sexual.” But it was more direct, focused, “personal” than what we did for the show…for a quite a few reasons.

The trip was really another 24-hour performance. Usually Linda, Mikee, and I are a tribal body, a unit that functions very smoothly, etc. But Kirsten merged with us, even/especially on the practical/mundane level. We are a very good team! This is very rare. Makes a lot more possible!

After we came to our senses about sleeping on the deck up a very steep hill in the dark, a kind security woman let us bed down in the room of the show. In the morning, after a big good breakfast, we headed up to the pools. There is a warm pool, an extremely hot pool, a cold pool, and a swimming pool. We ran into another of my co-stars…Sabina from FAIRYTALES CAN COME TRUE. She got in the warm pool with us and told us what she has been doing for the past 20 years. Me floating in a raft…what a life! Then, when I was baked real good, I laid in my lounge chair in the shade, watching nude people go by, Linda and Kirsten taking turns giving me cold water, as the other went into the hot and the cold pools with Mikee. WHAT A LIFE!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

I really love that poem of yours that was read last night, I Came to Play. Can’t find it online anywhere. I’d love to read it to a friend. Any way you could help me find it or send it to me?

Cheers,
Lee

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In Freedom,
Frank Moore

Frank,

80 % on the track !. Voices !

Now…

I
Am
I
Am
Not
Them
I
Am
Just
This is a great possibility ( not to sure if exactly that, don’t have the project on me… )
If we wan’t to do it
I
Am
Not
You
We’ll deliver

This would be the first verse.

What do you think ?

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In Freedom,
Frank Moore

I saw the article in the trib: my, you’re good looking!

I’ll try to attach a poem I wrote last weekend.

Blessings to you and your friends! alan

Pride for prayers they never get to hear

The kindnesses you gave me decades or weeks ago,
I’m treasuring them now. You dear.
Tho I can’t tap out emails, I send thoughts of thanks that you cannot hear.

35 years of treatment, & the old boy still does have the blues.
Today he’s feeling better in his head, wondering what it was the Isley Brothers said.

When you’re down & feel like giving up, it’s the pride.
When you’re sick, maybe on the street, it’s the pride.
It’s the pride that keeps you goin on. It’s the pride.

71 years alive, your children sometimes feel like a weight
you can’t hold.
Yet you cough up what support you can, tho you’re old.
You honor yourself anyway, loving them less than perfectly.
Or you hit the brain stroke
and can only gesture with an eyelid, so much work.
It’s the pride one afternoon makes you go for broke ,
and blink like a child.

When your loved one, and loved ones died it’s the pride.
It’s the pride polishes your memories, inside today,
that carries them tomorrow.
And when your pride evaporates to thin and gone, it’s the pride.
It’s the worth of your love starts you on again, from a hollow emptiness.

Could be before you expire, you’ll give
one last caring gasp of fire.
It will be the pride,
a value for the love of what’s outside you,
still occasionally scraping itself, still popping itself up
from the momentary ego that you were.

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Alan, all i can say to your great poem is EXACTLY!

would you like to be on my email community, THE E-SALON?

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

You’d have been proud of me
Rolling my own
Joints
And drinking without
You
I toasted you every time
Finding my keys
How I find my glasses
Now
Without you
You’d have been proud
Of me in the morning
Making the coffee in the
Morning and not spilling
Any
I
Have shed a million tears
And have a million more
I
Play our music
You would
Have been proud of me
Our Dylan our
Beatles, our Stones
Singing that old George
Jones song “Whose going
To fill their shoes?”
Over
And over till my heart hurt
So bad I almost lost it
The strength I’ve endured
These last few months
You would have been damn
Proud of me
Living without you has
Been harder than I could
Ever have known.
You’d have been proud of me
The way I stroked your
Silky hair and begged you
To hear me softly scream
“I love you.”
I love you.”
With
Your loving eyes closed
You
Have emptied your side of
The bed
You would have been proud
Of me

You may or may not be aware of a local Berkeley Vigilante who goes around pulling down your posters. His name is Jim Sharp and he’s the inspiration for our upcoming documentary, “Vigilante Vigilante.” Sharp is also responsible for thousands of silver spray paint markings around town, from his obsessive and destructive attempts to stamp out graffiti and stickers. Sharp lives in the hills but comes down nearly every morning to stamp out what he considers “visual blight” in the busiest parts of Berkeley. He’s been doing this for over 15 years.

I am curious to hear your reaction to Sharp’s actions and would possibly like to do an interview with you. Our perspective is that he’s doing major damage to free speech in our community and we would like to stop him. We’ve tried to inspire the community to stand up against him by exposing his identity through this East Bay Express article:

http://www.eastbayexpress.com/eastbay/the-great-graffiti-war/Content?oid=1177063

Sadly, the community and the authorities don’t seem interested in doing anything about this. So, we are trying to gain allies in fighting against him–perhaps you would like to join us?

You can see more about our project here:
http://vigilantefilm.com/trailer.html

And here is a video of Sharp tearing down your posters on Telegraph Ave:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5biJ46NSPc

Thank you for your time,

Max Good
Director
www.vigilantefilm.com

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sure, Max! I would love to be interviewed by you… Maybe on my show so I can interview you too? You would be my sole guest for the whole program. We do it as a live streaming video two+ hour show every Sunday at 8pm on our web station http://www.luver.com/. We do it from our north Berkeley home. Then we will play it on b-tv, Berkeley’s cable access channel, and archive it on our site. We archive the shows at http://www.luver.com/underground/shamden.html.
Our first opening is Sunday, February fourteen.

Anyway, my guys told me about you and your film. And that video is extremely interesting. I agree with you… Especially in these days when Publications won’t list underground events. So fliering is the main way that people find out about events [and I do ask my audience how they heard about the performances]. I see fliering as a part of the press. On the other side of the coin, isn’t this nut exercising his free speech? Is it illegal to rip down fliers that don’t violate any law?

I have been fliering for forty years. I even wrote a poem about such a nut!

naked poles

by

frank moore

copyrighted, August 5, 1995

ripping paper,

revealing

the beautiful rough wood

buried

under

all
of those

littering

words,

ideas,

events,

messages,

images

of
humans

gone out

of
control,

seeking contact

right out

on the street

where anyone

and everyone

can see

and read

and get tempted,

get distracted,

get pulled

into i-don’t-know-what.

all on the telephone poles

on my avenue.

beautiful telephone poles.

so i make my rounds

pulling,

ripping,

making

our world

neat again,

making it

safe

and comfortable

and pleasant again

for tourists

and macy’s.

after all,

ideas

stapled up everywhere

are disturbing,

disquieting,

and messy.

i don’t look

or read

as i rip,

i just listen,

then pat the nude wood,

then move

on to the next pole

covered in scales

of communication

of strange communities

and subcultures

who don’t know
that there are

right and correct

channels of

communications.

buy an ad

on a bus bench,

for pete’s stake.

ever hear of the classifieds?

get a review,

you lying nixons

and funky
headshrinkers,

whatever you are!

they are probably

oily

slimy dark

so-called

beat punk

poets

writing pages

upon pages.

no sense of order

or of the correct style.

they wonder why

sensible papers

don’t list

their wailing sessions.

so they deface

my natural beautiful pole

with their crude

rude

announcements.

is your mutt lost?

check the pound.

lost child,

see the police.

but i’m getting carried away.

i leave

missing persons

and wanted posters up

as a public service.

after all,

the cops

always wink and smile…

except when i tried

to burn the disgusting
flyers off…

it got out of control…

but i will keep control.

cops

and managers of up-scale chain stores

and the city beautification committee

all smile

and wink

as i pass.

i’m their agent.

i do

what they want

until

they can pass a law.

there will be a law

because there should be one

against

this rubbish of scum.

and when that day comes,

as it surely will,

the chamber of commerce

will reward me with a
scroll,

and a grant,

and the position

of the keeper

of the poles,

complete with handcuffs

for anyone

i catch

pinning words

to nude wood.

i don’t care if it is

martin luther nailing his
protests,

robin hood posting

his demands

to the evil sheriff,

tom paine banging

his broadsides

up at every crossroads

and outside every tavern

in the land,

ben franklin plastering

his newspaper

all over towne,

the girlie
posters

by that french dwarf,

or whathaveyou?

it is not a question

of censorship

or
free speech.

we should just keep things

in their proper places,

keep neat

order!

now i’m willing to let

the real politicians

have the use of

my poles

only

during elections.

after all,

i’m american!

but the rest of the year

the poles must be nude!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

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Hi Frank,

Yes, the interview sounds like fun. Two hours sounds like a long time, but if you think we can fill it, I’m game. I would probably bring along one or two of my partners to operate our camera and maybe be on the show as well. I just need to make sure that they’ll be available and then I can confirm for next Sunday.

You’re welcome to play any of our clips on your show as well.

Regarding Sharp’s free speech–yes, he is exercising free speech like everyone else, but his free speech seems to be more like the speech of a fascist censor who wants to shut up the speech that annoys him. My aim is to somehow stop him by raising community awareness of what he does. In the spirit of vigilante justice, I have restrained from approaching the police with evidence of his crimes. In fact, they are well aware of what he does and don’t seem to mind.

I believe Sharp clearly steps over the line (of the law and of morality) with the silver spray paint, some particularly egregious examples of which can be seen in this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nSjvjOksvc0

Strange, your poem seems exactly written about Sharp…

Looking forward to meeting you,

Max

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great, Max. Everybody thinks that about two hours… Before the show! But when the show is over they are shocked at how short it was! We have done dueling cameras before! Let me know when I can ink you in. I am looking forward to it!

Yes, his silver spray of private property [newspaper bins, etc.] obviously is vandalism.

I wrote that poem as a part of my public outing of a flier ripper! That is one of the things we can talk about to fill the time on the show.

you may like my below essay [written before the internet, camcorders, cell phones, the zine movement, Berkeley community public access channel, etc.] where I write about fliering.

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 might 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 off-set 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
Or click on me to e-mail ME

In Freedom,
Frank Moore