T HE C ENACLE / A PRIL - The ElectroLounge
T HE C ENACLE / A PRIL - The ElectroLounge
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but buoyed from my trip. <strong>The</strong> Hartford Advocate happily published my Burning Man article<br />
but did not renew my job—I struggled for weeks when their sister paper in New Haven<br />
called me to do copy edit work for them. Thus began seven months of commuting about<br />
three hours to & from that city, three days a week. It was good work. I hoped for more<br />
permanent work from them but I’d finally gotten some stability. Scriptor Press work<br />
resumed.<br />
I added a 100 gig hard drive to my Macintosh, & more RAM so it would run better.<br />
An aborted trip to DC to march against the War in Iraq led me to want to do resistance<br />
work of a more native kind to my taste—& I revamped <strong>ElectroLounge</strong>, adding more content.<br />
November was when two big projects got under way: my return to radio, & to <strong>The</strong><br />
Cenacle—<br />
SpiritPlants Radio emerged from the SpiritPlants online community, its forums &<br />
chat. New technology allowed a home computer to become a global transmitter. <strong>The</strong> station<br />
was the collaboration of people in North America, Europe, Australia & New Zealand, flung<br />
as far apart as possible, & yet in November 2003 there I was reviving my radio show,<br />
“Within’s Within: Scenes from the Psychedelic Revolution,” off air since April 2002, &<br />
sending out new rock albums by Phish, Wilco, the Jayhawks, reading my cracked fixtion &<br />
tripped-out poetry, & renewing “storybook time” by resuming reading Acid Dreams by<br />
Martin A. Lee & Bruce Shlain. Celebrated the new year with an online cybervisionquest allnight<br />
broadcast.<br />
Cenacle | 47 | December 2002, had languished unfinished for nearly a year after its<br />
cover date when I resumed work on it—I left the cover date standing & treated it as a very<br />
overdue issue—my intent was to finish up this old business head held high again. It wasn’t<br />
Portland that had crushed me awhile—it was a confluence of unfortunate occurences—the<br />
city’s poor economy, my ruined heart, fewer social services now than once for the poor &<br />
afflicted.<br />
So I decided that I would honor what good I’d experienced there, forget nothing but<br />
especially the good things—<br />
Since I intended Cenacle 47 as the issue I<br />
would have done in December 2002 while living<br />
in Portland, I put my photo of the Pioneer<br />
Courthouse Square Christmas tree on the cover.<br />
I’d sat on the steps above it many times, willing<br />
myself to belong successfully to the city I was in.<br />
<strong>The</strong> issue’s epigraph my motto those days—”No<br />
way out but through”—from Robert Frost.<br />
“From Soulard’s Notebooks” was my letter to<br />
my mother asking for money a second time. She<br />
gave what she could, with this advice: I have no<br />
more, if you are still poor apply for welfare aid. I<br />
tried that; it didn’t work.<br />
<strong>The</strong> issue’s contents were cheerier, not<br />
all about my current state (then). My fixtion<br />
Blue Period began its serialization. Written in<br />
1998, it became by its end my try at ending my<br />
Cement Park novel series. Drenched in acid,<br />
music, & want, it was devoted to summoning<br />
1968 once & for all, by song, by conjure, by<br />
stroke. I broke linear narrative into multiple<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle / 55 / October 2005